I find myself constantly searching out pictures of beautiful cocks online. Along with videos of them cumming and being sucked. I always imagine that i...’s me pleasuring those magnificent erections. come to think of it however, I love the images of soft, hanging cocks just as much, maybe more. The hypnotic way a soft cock moves and swings, dangling between a man’s legs. It makes my knees weak. It makes me crave and desire to kiss it, to feel the softness on my lips and face and make it swell. To. " Did anyone ever give you an enema with it?" Cherri asked as she pulled the hose out and showed Yolanda the black nozzle that had a small bulb on the end of it."Yeh one time wen I couldn't go poop." she recollected."Did you like it honey?" I tink so, meybe a little. Why?" Yolanda was obviously interested and curious."Because this is the first thing we are going to do when I start teaching you about sex. I am going to give you an enema to get you all cleaned out and I am going to douche you. He had a huge boner and he was standing right next to me. Of course I looked, at first thinking he had some kind of fanny pack on that drew my eyes there. I think I audibly gasped, but can't remember. I didn't burst out laughing, either, I know that for sure. I immediately got as nervous as he was, and I wasn't the one that was caught red handed, so I also later thought that wasn't fair that I felt that way. Nervous, but also some other things. A bit of genuine fear, mixed with excitement. Whenever she used to wear a yoga dress, her body’s outline, especially her ass, would make me get aroused. I developed a desire to make love to Laila somehow.As we became close, we sometimes flirt with each other and even touched each other intentionally. I used to take her out for movies, shopping, and dinner.Laila used to be comfortable roaming in her apartment with sleeveless shirts and shorts like half-naked in front of me. I have even seen her coming out of the shower wrapped only in a.