" I have a pair in my bag, those are too small now....my ass got bigger."I reached into my handbag and produced by back-up panties and stepped into th...m. I had left my other panties in the back-street after the fucking.Then he pushes himself against me and puts his hand under my skirt, rubbing a finger along my cunt though the panties. He spent some time doing this."hmmm that's nice Charlie you are getting me all wet and hot!"He slipped his finger inside my panties and rubbed my cunt."you are. Fortunately they were able to do it laparoscopically and there’s almost no scar at all. There are just two small white lines less than an inch long right at the bikini line where they’re almost invisible.After my surgery I put the enema bag away. It hasn’t been used since. I rinsed it out and cleaned myself out with warm water. I did it three times just to make sure.It’s a messy procedure but for some reason it didn’t seem as unpleasant as I remembered it. Maybe that’s because the last time I. As I stopped he came over to the car, “Need a lift?” “Thanks” he said as he got in.He told we where he was going, only a few miles out of my way, as we drove he said he was Adam, 21, and at University. I asked him if he’d had a good night and he said “Well it could have been I was outside round the back of ****** having a kiss and a grope when his boyfriend came out, slapped him and dragged him off shouting and swearing”.“I was quite pissed off as I hadn’t had any action for about ten months”. Sharon could hardly stop laughing, and Gerri wasn't much better.But what a great bisexual friend Gerri was in my time of need. I called Sharon and placed the phone next to my bed, so she could listen to the sounds of Gerri practically turning me inside-out. Wow.But eventually, Monday, February second arrived. Alan returned to Nashville from his trip with Gerri's father, and we began executing our carefully orchestrated break-up plan.Over the next couple of weeks Gerri and I began to quietly.