.. I need to be in you, I refuse too..."She released him from her embrace, " Oh really." She purred... as she slowly and sensually moved her body of h...s till their muzzles where only inches from one another, she playfully nipped at him on his lips, then allowed him to insert his tongue into her mouth, he rolled her on their sides so that he could look at her completely.She could only stare and feel the weight of his stare as he took in all of her, laying naked on his bed, this gave her more of. She showed up in jeans that hugged her butt and sent a tingle through my cock, I was showing her where she should start and as I walked past her from behind my hand kinda brushed across her ass we both pretending it didn't happen but I saw a little rise in her eyebrows and a slight smile on her face, I went into the house and she started to work I was checking her out through the window as she was bending over to pull the weeds I felt a surge of power rush through my cock and I had to reach. The water just kept coming and coming. Soon the pressure inside built up until Jennifer became very uncomfortable being pulled taught over the barrel-like torture rack. The large hose and large tip reduced the resistance to the water and allowed it to flow very quickly. Jennifer was not unaware of this as she noticed that she was full much quicker than from any enema her mother had ever given her. Even the full three liter enemas which she dreaded seemed small compared to how tight her skin now. Obviously, Tom's wife, Marcy, hadn't caught on yet. Of course, the fact that they didn't have kids, she worked and was active in community affairs and spent a lot of time away from home would explain it. Listening to them talk also revealed they professed to love their spouses but I caught an undercurrent of disrespect that derived from the fact they could carry on their affair under our noses without fear of getting caught. The fact that our ignorance of the affair was based on our total trust.