I set his bowl down, got mine and put 3 dinner rolls on a plate in the center of our towel table. Fran and I sat with our knees forward and spread out...enough to show our pussies. No matter how Rick moved his dick was in the way. I had his back toward our small sofa. Rick gave up trying to control his erection. He leaned back with his legs forward, his dick waving and showing a drop of pre-cum.I wiped that drop with my napkin saying, “So boys sometimes leak too.” He had no clue.He continued. "Sorry, I'm stillgetting used to the paddle shifter" he said. The road vibration wasbouncing my dress ever so slightly over my now rock hard nipples.We came to another red traffic light. Roger looked over at me, and sawan eyeful. He smiled. The light turned green. He took off again, at fullspeed.He hopped onto a highway entrance ramp, up-shifted, and we were flyingalong at 80 mph. As he drove, he said, "Ferrari put paddle shifters inthis car. I don't think they anticipated a stick shift like. He rubbed my back as I began to cry softly. “It’s alright, Honey. You just need a little help. Let’s go in the bathroom and clean out that bottom of yours”.Cradling me in his arms, he carried me down the hall to the bathroom. He stood me up on my feet and told me to get into the tub on hands and knees.Daddy reached under the sink to retrieve the enema bag and sat down beside the tub. Taking a container out, he scooped a blob of lubricant and spread it over my anus. Gently, he began to work the. A sitcom later, it rang again, with the same result. On the third call, I looked to the clock and detected the thirty-minute interval between calls. When the pattern continued for the next hour, I tossed down the remote and stomped to the phone, determined to make the intrusive party wish they had been polite enough to leave a message. ‘Hello?’ I snapped. ‘Hi. Tonya?’ I nodded, my brow low. ‘Yes. Who’s this?’ ‘It’s Oliver. Oliver Hart. We met at the wedding, remember?’ ‘Yes,’ I repeated,.