Then I heard one of the boys groan too and more warm liquid splattered on my back and the combination of the two started running off my right side and...onto the sheets.Someone pulled the really big enema tube out of my butt, rubbed some more slippery stuff on my hole and then I felt the warm soft head of a penis start to penetrate my butthole."Try to force it out like you are pooping." the boy who was doing it to me ordered. I tried to poop it out and the slippery dick went right inside me. It. She moved into him and wrapped her hands around his neck. Instinctively, he leaned down to meet the parted lips she offered. Her body melted into his and any objections he might have tried to muster were soon overruled by the response of his body to her amazingly firm (and literally ‘full’) breasts and the rest of her body sliding against him.She bent over and pulled down his boxers - let him step out of them - then lifted his shirt over his head.“Come on,” she said, pushing him to the bed. . Now we were out of the pool and inside playing pool. I think most of the guys were folowing us around. Fred and Troy were watching the whole time. I knew they had a bet on when the fucking would start. I have to admit that all these naked young guys with partial hardons only made me more horny. Finally, I grab one guy and started to kiss him, his hands were are over me, then I grab somebodys cock. Wilma hit the floor and took a cock in her mouth. With in minutes me, Wilma and the other two. Today she dresses me. Not always. Sometimes, like a queen, she would sit on the bed and watch as I slowly, and deliberately parade my wears with whichever garments she chooses. I am the dumb mannequin. Black seamed stockings, black lace panties, shocking pink garter belt. Equally shocking pink five-inch razor heels adorn my feet, I feel twelve feet tall. A faux leather, pink of course, breast harness entices itself around my tits.She always does the make-up. I feel like royalty when my face is.