I went over to Toni and carefully removed the funnel from the bag, making sure that every last drop of cock juice had dripped from the funnel into the...open bag. Next, I took a couple of pillows and placed them under Toni's elevated ass and then put a black satin sheet over the pillows. After Toni lowered her beautiful ass onto the pillows, I inserted the enema nozzle deep within her pulsating vagina. My own rock-hard penis was dripping with pre-cum as I slowly began to drain the sperm bag into. She hoped they weren't spiderbites. Or fleas. She scratched her hair, thinking about that.She needed a shower. A hot bath. She stunk like dead things. She thoughtback at the dragon's offer of a bath and sighed.Pee. Jas wandered a few steps from the shelter. Cold!As she squatted, her bowels let loose. She'd eaten well at the feast, andevery bit of that, plus most of last night's meal, came out in a waterygush.It smelled evil.First bit of diarrhea she'd had on this trip. She wondered at that.. Just as it happened in Scout camps all over America, that very weekend, and others, year round.So, after all this self-reliance-ing, and merit-badging, and (of course) running around out doors and in the dark and the wild, well, we came home Sunday night, dirty, smelling of woodsmoke, and tired. So, Annie and I, after dinner, set the boys to bathing, and cleaned up the kitchen, and started the laundry, and then chased the boys to bed early. Annie did wrinkle her nose at my eau-de-birch. We offer total privacy and relaxation, the ability to ‘Be Yourself.’” Jon explained. “If they then choose to share their LOVE that is totally up to them and they come here knowing that there will be no JUDGEMENT!” Jon emphasized in a strong calm way.“I take it that you’re not a believer?” Stefan asked.“That’s enough darling, remember were guests!” Cat intervened, wanting to stop the way the conversation was going.Beth laughed as both the men reigned in their desire to keep going. “Don’t worry.