He had more than a passing resemblance to Harrison Ford in his Han Solo phase. I just loved that look and had had many a dirty dream in my younger day... about that scoundrel Han Solo.I had come out this evening with the intention of finding a date. So I had dressed a little sexy, smoky eye shadow, long eye lashes, blusher and my favourite cherry red lipstick. My hair falling to my shoulders with subtle curls. A silk navy blouse and a floral above the knee length A-line skirt. Under neither I was. She pulled his head down, opening her mouth to his and softly moaning as he added a sense of urgency to their kiss. ‘Not a chance.’ He pressed the flowers in her hands, grinning as she raised them to her face. ‘Thank you for these.’ ‘My pleasure.’ ‘No.’ She extracted a sprig and dragged it along his jaw line. ‘Ours most definitely.’ A streak of white heat flew through his body and he was surprised to find himself speechless. She tucked the sprig into his shirt pocket and set the flowers in a. He was so ashamed of getting an erection as she shot him the beaver while they talked, that he paid no attention to her subtle induction. How easily she slipped him into a light trance and pulled down his pants. Bingo! His cock was already dribbling precum. No man had ever been able to resist her once she got her hand on his prick.Oh, the boy had put up a fight -- cute but ineffectual efforts that she soothed away with her hand on his sex. And when she made him come, he went under deep. She had. I could hear the nurse pull the center portion out of the scope & turn on the overhead light. The nurse explained that she was going to inflate my bowel with some air to open them up and take some pictures. I could feel bubbles of air go up inside me. It felt really weird but it didn't hurt. I had a fullness similar to an enema but without the urgency to expel. She moved the air hose in and out for several minutes, stretching my rectum first this way then that, making careful observations. I'm.