I don't know why I did what I did next, but I lifted up my blouse and pulled my bra down, exposing my boobs, my nipples were already rock hard because...of the cold.They both choked on their drink, I was now feeling like a right slut and enjoying it. They were both in their late forties or early fifties I reckoned looking at there bearded faces.One of the drunks asked If I fanicied going somewhere more private, I looked around and noticed others looking over. They both got up and lead me towards. The view from the mirror on the ceiling is quite interesting, too).It wasn’t too long before Nurse Ashley returned with the enema bag - a 1500cc hospital unit. She told me that she was being kind and using warm water, as she inserted the nozzle into my asshole. I felt the warm water enter my bowels and, indeed, it felt good. About halfway into the enema, I felt some cramping and I began to rub my stomach - and Nurse Ashley continued with her gentle stroking of my penis and caressing my balls.. I used the included turnbuckles to tighten up the wires to make the tower secure. I left the blades in the feathered position until I could prepare for the electric power in the house. It was getting on toward sunset now, so we quit for the day to clean up and eat. After a shower and supper we talked about what the windmill would do for us as a family. They were all very excited and couldn't believe what could be done.The next morning as we ate breakfast, I asked the girls if they thought. She broke the kiss and buried her face in my neck, panting fast and shallow, like she was drowning now, rather than running around the block."L- let's don't ... go to the ... dance ... Anthony. Let's just ... go ... somewhere ... and you can ... be my first ... okay? Make a ... contract ... with my blood ... okay? You ... I want you." I can't do that, Aims," I answered, now shaking a bit myself from the excitement of the offer."Why?" she said, looking up into my eyes like I'd pulled a knife on.