I reached behind myself and rubbed my hands up and down the sides of his hips and thighs. His hand moved down to my stomach. Slowly he worked his way ...urther down until he reached my pussy. He slipped a finger inside, then two, pushing them in and out. I felt him sliding his cock back and forth between my legs. My head fell back against his chest and I closed my eyes. His fingers moved faster and faster inside of me. I felt my body responding to his touch. ‘Oh Jake’, I moaned. He began to. I asked her to touch herself. I told her, “Janu, Don’t say anything, don’t think about anything else, touch your body. I want to see you touch yourself. I want to see you do it now.”She did the unexpected. She kept her fingers at the top of her slender neck and brushed it down along her tee, over her boobs touching her nipples on the way till her tummy. She was teasing me. That was evident. Then when she came to her boobs, she circled her fingers over her nipples to tease me.Her nipples were. I spent the rest of the morning on the toilet. We didn't use the laxative because the package said that it could take twelve hours to work and Gene wanted to take me in the rear sooner than than. Instead, he made me fill myself twice with warm water enemas. He made me put as much into myself as I could hold by filling myself up, then waiting for a couple of minutes until the water worked around inside me to make more room, and then topping me up again. I don't know how much the bag holds, but. His thumb stimulating her ass. “And what are you thinking,” he said—a soft, whiskey baritone, his lips just above the whorl of her ear. ****** But she couldn’t speak at that moment. She usually found that there were more images than there were words for, a whole collage of their affair, instances overlapping and separate encounters sometimes blending into semi-fictional scenes—things that happened adumbrated by one or two grace notes that she’d, upon reflection, wished had happened… in the.