I could hear the door opening and her deep sigh. Andthen a loud, distressed sob. She appeared in the doorway between rooms. Thetears were rolling down...her cheeks now. Her chest was heaving and she had startedto cry for real. "Please, please don't make me . . . " She carried the enemabag and nozzle in one hand and the pitcher of ice water in the other. "Please …" "Ah yes, just what I wanted you to bring." I took the bag from her and putthe hose and nozzle on the coffee table. "You can help me. Well, me, and the birds, and maybe the goddess, who knows? She first touched me on my shoulder, and that only to signal gently that I should lie down. I did: there she was, standing before me, her hair blocking the sun, making a near halo around her. That’s when I noticed her eyes had changed color, now they were nearly as dark as her cloak. The cloak came off then, and fell on the grass and flowers all around us. She unlaced her boots, and they fell next to the cloak. I lay there, watching and. The smell of her sex filled the room.Between her highly aroused mental state and the manual manipulations of Tim, Sandy was on the edge of a massive orgasm in only a minute or two. Finally, it hit her. Her spasming pussy clutched at Tim's fingers as Sandy shuddered and shook. She released a long, low moan while the orgasm swept through her entire body. As her muscles contracted and froze, she planted her feet on the couch and thrust her hips in the air, leaving only her heels and her head to. She really hated all three, but the hangover was simply the worst. To make matters worse she'd also wasted the alcoholic buzz that led to her hangover on her older sister Marie and Marie's annoyingly straight, mind-numbingly ditzy and unbelievably and enticingly cute (and totally off limits) friends.Fuck, the light, but constant throbbing pain in her head; the odd, general achiness of her body and the weird feeling that she was vaguely and extremely unclean might have all been worth it if she'd.