Then she "opened" -- no pun intended -- with a 1-2-3 enema. After suitable time has elapsed I was allowed to fart out/ evacuate my filled, cramped bo...els. Then it was back on her table, perhaps on my back this time with my feet hoisted high above me, and she forced a hot, soapy large volume enema into my bowels, between 3 and 6 litres of it! She devilishly used one of her custom-made nozzles, which was thick and long and the shape of a penis. The huge red rubber enema bag was hung very high. She had changed from her salwar kameez into a saree and looked stunningly sexy. I have a big weakness for women clad in saree, and she was completely seducing me without taking any effort. She was wearing a black translucent saree with black blouse having a very low cut back. Due to the contrasting color of the white bra inside the black blouse, the cups, shoulder straps and the pattern of the bra was clearly visible through her blouse. The contours of her large hip and buttocks were clearly. "Uh, Judith, I'm gonna cum!" wailed Aaron from across the room, still astride his sister and playing with her tits whilst she wanked him off, her forefinger and thumb wrapped round his dick and furiously pumping up and down.Aaron let go of Judith's tits and grabbed her shoulders to keep himself upright."AAAAH, fuck!" he stammered, and in his sister's firm grip his pecker spurted forth a slimy wad of cum that splattered over Judith's belly."Oh yeah," Judith moaned, ecstatically, getting off one. And the panic that I tried to bury inside, not to be found out, ever.Thank you, Eric, was what I thought. Thank you for the beautiful shades you bought me. They perfectly hide my shame.Phil Mortensen married my best friend, Mary Eckstein. That would be about seven years ago. I had been her bridesmaid. I was by then already with Dean, my future husband. We married one year later.Phil is rich. We use to make fun of it, calling him Philthy Rich. He does not like that. Phil can be amazingly.