I pulled myself out of the water, collected my clothes and followed him. He tossed his clothes on the floor and signaled me to continue with him. I wa... a little surprised when he led me to the master bedroom and on into the bathroom. Fred spread a bath towel on the floor and then reached into a cabinet and pulled out a disposable enema, “Nothing can spoil a good time like making an unpleasant mess” he said. He continued on, “Lay on your side and insert the nozzle in your ass. Slowly squeeze. .” she trails off.“Stacey please” I squeeze her hand. “That night... that night wasn’t the first time he had hit me.”My free hand clenches as I see tears form in her eyes. “The way he used to speak to me when we were alone as well. Always putting me down and never really treating me like I was his girlfriend. The worst part is he wasn’t always like that. In the beginning he was actually really sweet and caring. Then we had sex....”A slow stream of tears trickles down her cheek. I reach up and. “What’s this?” she’d ask.Usually I knew what it was. Dad had a lot of woodworking stuff, and auto mechanic stuff. He had all these hobbies that he got into and then let lay, and each of them left some group of stuff behind. Like there was this one thing that was a plastic box that had a little spindle sticking up out of it. There was a rim around the top about half an inch high, and it had an electric cord on it.“What the heck is this?” asked Jill.“That’s for stained glass,” I said. I was still. “Oh Roger!” My anus and sphincter contracted intensely magnifying the wondrous effect of the deepness and thickness of his cock in my body. I spurted load after load of hot cum onto my lover’s belly and into my hot sexy love outfit. I was stunned and moved beyond any experience in my young life.My physical and emotional contractions brought Rogers orgasm on almost as quickly. His guttural grunts and groans filled the room with the music I most wanted to feel and hear! Roger’s cries and his.