When she returned the keys I wished that either she hadn’t showed up in running shorts and a jog bra, or that I had a pair of mirrored sunglasses ha...dy. She had to notice my embarrassed wide-eyed reaction to her killer thighs, ample chest, and trim waist. I was blubbering like a teenager when I talked to her and this time fortunately she couldn’t stay and didn’t need a ride. Then the strangest thing happened. When I went to use my car Saturday morning a pair of used women’s underpants was in. Standing a little over 5,7 she is a stylish brunette with obvious taste. Her features are distinct, classic and crisp with penetrating brown eyes, flawless white skin and dark hair that usually falls just below her slender shoulders. Leggy and with big tits, Sandra always enjoys being well manicured and presented with frequent visits to the salon in town and the local health spa were she catches up frequently with some of her friends. You might have guessed already that I am the type of husband. She always knew that I was attracted towards her as I have to stare down her cleavage while she swept. She never had to wear a bra, which have to grow sexual desires in me to its peak. Her reactions were confusing. Sometimes she has to tightly tie her duppatta around her breasts so that I couldn’t get the view of her melons. When I had to stop staring at them she had to purposely stop tying duppatta and try to show off. I knew she was enjoying the game of teasing like most of the girls do. But. She felt a liquid flowing into her bowels, flowing and filling her. At first it didn’t feel too bad, the warm soapy liquid feeling nice and warming her a bit. But as it kept going, she began to feel full, and then uncomfortable, and then almost painfully full. Finally it stopped, and the nurse pulled the nozzle out. The nurse’s hand remained on her, now massaging her belly and pelvis, sloshing the liquid around inside her bowels and making jade squirm and whimper as she tried to keep from.