I tried to be friendly, but that wasn't why I wantedhim, and I'm sure he knew. I tried to get more touches, but they werefew and far between to start ...ith. Sometimes weeks would go by,sometimes days. One day I managed to get two vague brushes, but it stillwasn't enough. I wanted more, I had to push things along. I started todo more. Sometimes I wore stockings under my trousers, sometimes a sliplike a vest. One time I tried just a tiny bit of mascara, and Iregularly began to put clear lip salve. I’d also discussed role play with Karl and he was amiable reading the notes I’d sent but Jayne wanted to leave that until the following evening, preferring to just take it as it came on the spontaneous Friday night. The knock on the door always makes my heart pound and I could hear the blood rushing in my ears. I got up as she fidgeted on the bed adjusting her dress. Opening the door they came in swiftly and walked in. Jayne stood up and there was an awkward pause until Karl held her shoulders. "The cramps only last for about ten seconds," encouraged Regina. "Try rocking back and forth while you're holding it in." Her cool fingers grasped his penis and gently manipulated it to a turgid state. This appeared to stop his complaining, except for an occasional groan as the soapsuds solution did its work. When he had retained the enema for at least five minutes, she told him to go get rid of it. After about fifteen minutes he came out of the bathroom, and Regina had prepared the rinsing. As Lorelai settled onto his large manhood, she gasped with the sheer girth of it. ‘Oh, fuck Dean! That cock of yours feels so good!’ Lorelai practically shouted once his cock was fully in her. Dean couldn’t believe how tight Lorelai was. He had expected her to be loose from all the fucking around she had done in her life, but she was tight as her daughter. ‘Oh yeah, slut! You love that fucking cock in your tight pussy, don’t you?’ he responded. He figured that Lorelai was just like her.