The next day after this incident, Leslie didn't look so good. "What's the matter?" I don't want to tell you." Oh, come on you can tell me." Well, I ha...en't had a bowel movement in awhile." How long is awhile?" A few days I think." You think?" Yeah, I'm not sure." Leslie told me."We'll need to take care of that." And how are we supposed to take care of it?" She asked in a timid voice."I'll just have to give you an enema." A what?" An enema. It's like a douche except for your ass. Now get. Slowly those fingers danced up, pausing to caress the flowered tops of the silk stockings, then the smooth white flesh above them. She moaned softly as her companion's touch almost reached the heat building between her legs, but then slipped away to follow the line of her French-cut black satin panties. Her dress bunched about her waist and the cool air made her shiver."Yours," she gasped.The second woman pressed her hips forward, trapping the dress in place. She reached up, unhooked the top of. A gift from my seven-year-old niece.I looked at him up and down. My eyes were fixated on his bulge. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t move my eyes away from it. The more I stared, the wetter my pussy was becoming.“Come in…. please.” I said.“Yeah? You sure?”I nodded and moved out the way.“Yes, of course I am sure.” He walked in, passing me, giving me a whiff of his Axe body spray. Good Lord, I wanted to tear that man apart. He immediately took my license out his pocket.“I apologize.” He said handing. Compared to the storm of emotions that this body just felt, pleasing hismale persona felt like a swift breeze.Another glance at the clock reminded him that he had to get up andcomplete what he had begun. It almost broke his heart, but now he had toruin the chance to meet some of the many girls that were stored in theclothing-bag. He put on a pair of panties that seemed to fit and a brain a different color, which was a bit loose but the best he could find.Then, he put on the black dress that he.