This past fall on the way to a wedding we were running late, which was nothing new for us. I had no choice but to finish dressing on our way to the we...ding. My husband was excited as hell for he knew that I never wore panties under my pantyhose and this occasion wouldn’t be any different. His intense fetish keeps me encased in silky nylon hosiery practically twenty four hours a day. Sitting sideways with my feet under me facing my husband, I began putting my makeup on. Looking into the vanity. She sounded like an urban legend according to Larry.She lived in the next town and was reportedly an easy lay. All of the guys scoffed at him for the fairytale as he described every guy's dream slut to a "T". I listened in as he spun his tail about bringing her into town and fucking her senseless. And that she never said no to anyone. I wasn't buying it any more than the other guys, when one of them challenged Larry to bring her to town and prove what he was talking about. Larry said that he. I followed his lead as perfectly as Kathy had taught me and then I felt his hand on my ass. I almost jumped out of my skin but after a few seconds, I decided it felt pretty good. Moving closer to him, practically hugging him, I actually rubbed my boobs against him the way I remembered a girl doing with me back in high school, and that really felt nice. “Looks like they're really enjoying the dance,” he whispered in my ear. Glancing at them I could see Donna's arms around Kathy's neck and they. P... starts slowly withdrawing the hose, turning it this way and that so that it flushes down the intestinal walls, leaving my colon completely cleansed. If my penis drips any semen, I must catch it in my hand and lick it off, because I have to keep all the semen inside my body until it is time to collect it. When the hose comes out of my ass, P... uses it to rinse off my legs. I have to hold all the remaining enema water inside, by clamping my sphincter, while they dry me off. Only then am I.