As she laid there, she closed her eyes and remembered the joyful feeling of running her fingers through the wet, soapy strands. She remembered letting...her slick fingers trace her lips and plunging them between the folds to find the little nub. The ecstasy that followed as she teased and tickled that erogenous center.Now she felt a wet warmth and looked down again to see a steaming hot towel covering her mound. She could feel the heat penetrate her skin and warm her deep inside. The heat growing. A hint of rain was in the air, though clouds were still far off in the distance. From beyond the horizon came a low rumble of thunder.Great multitudes were gathered around, silent, still. All were dressed in the white of mourning. Green banners flew from the palace in the background, all of them torn along the middle. Along the length of the wall which encircled the palace were sprigs of holly tied with white lace. The royal army was arrayed in full dress uniform, each of them carrying a broken. To be honest I don’t know why husband was wasting time with a little slut when I can rumble and rock and roll and raise the roof and break the bed, and game all night long; and he was wasting it on some tramp that likely didn't have half my experience in pleasing men.I wished for my school days again, when boys and girls played Kalongolongo and explored each other's bodies. Then when you get older you grope each other’s bodies, then progress to lips kissing, then lips kissing everywhere, lips. “I can feel it,” exclaimed Mel. “It’s sort of nice but it’s making me feel squishy inside.”“I’m giving you an enema. Have you ever had one before?”“No.”“Didn’t your mum give you one when you had constipation?”“Never,” insisted Mel.My parents never gave me enemas either, but it was a different story for one of my semi-regular women friends and was the reason she got turned onto anal sex. I’d had her in mind when I purchased the device currently embedded in Mel’s bum, but hadn’t yet had an.