. it just didn't matter.I suspect there's a good dose of self interest involved in such "negotiations" between wives. Self interest seems to drive mos... decisions. But if the women involved already love each other, with the kind of bond that Jill and her mother had, then self interest might not be the primary driving force.We don't know the answer to that in this case either, because when I was finally allowed to learn about the results of the negotiations, I wasn't given any information about. Don't know what she put in that enema but I quickly felt relaxed and really horny. After expelling the fluid with only a small amount of feces. she disinfected the head of my soon very erect penis and inserted a size 20 foley catheer until it pushed through the urethra past my bladder's sphincter and let loose a gush of urine into the urine bottle I had been using. That felt strangely rather nice. I was so horny and d**gged up( at least it seemed so) at this point that she could do anything to. In her 21 years of walking this earth she knew that something drew her to this house. The house was old with a slight bit of royality to it and made her feel overcome with pure lust. She had seen the owner of it only once and right there she knew she needed to feel him inside of her. She looked down at her own body. She was 5'2 with long brown hair and a thin waist. Her 42 DD's stood erect as she thought of this handsome stranger. He has dark brown skin with green eyes and buzzed brown hair.. The thought of either of us going through this pain... I mean, I know it has to happen eventually, but not now, and not soon. Maybe in another fifty years," she squeezed my hand, "if you can put up with me that long." "I think I'm willing to risk it," I smiled. "I won't promise anything beyond fifty, though." Okay, okay," she nodded. "I guess that's fair. So, let's do it." Huh? It took a minute for me to sort that one out. We had talked about it, but had been living together long enough now.