”She continued, “If this were to be any other guy, it would have been a very different situation.”I said, “I do not want to think about it.”...he said, “Is there something wrong in what I said?”I said, “I consider you as my sister. So, I do not want to think anything happening to you.”She smiled, gave a peck and hugged me. I wanted to hug back and feel her entire body, but I wanted to play a longer game. So, I smiled back as if I had no wrong intentions.At 10, I informed my cousin sister that I. This was shortly before the internet boom, so everything was text based and interesting. Her name was Dixie, and she was a short haired red head grandma, with a nice thin body and small tits. Didn't think much of it at the time, however she was hitting on me constantly and I was too dumb to notice at first.One day we were all gathered around a computer as the teacher was demonstrating something and a few of us were sitting on the ledge of a window. Dixie was in front of me and I was not able to. The smile returned to my face several times over the next 20 minutes as I set about following her directions meticulously. When I was done, I was as clean inside and out as I have ever had been. I did have a slight sense of cramping lower in my lower abdomen but it was dissipating, especially the more I moved about. There were still twinges from one minute to the next that served to remind me of what was going to soon be happening. Another smile crossed my face.The reasons for the enema did. Your hardness pressing against me, demanding, rasping, desire fills me fully, only making me crave you all the more. Understanding the secrets of arousal, forbidden places and acts needing of more, I slowly grind my ass against you. A seductive dance, with hands gripping onto the shelves, my skirt slowly raises, exposing raw flesh screaming for you. My legs open, waiting for the final dance of our pas de deux. Seductively, you slide into me, slowly teasing me, your head hot and full, naturally.