Tubing and bottles. He was going to give me my first enema.He sat me on the edge of the toilet and told me what he was going to do. He got the clean...er ready and lubed up the tip of the tube. I leaned back a bit as he slid the tiny tube up my slightly raw ass. I was already hard and oozing pre-cum, but the pressure of the liquid being squeezed in made me even harder. As he was cleaning me out, he was rubbing my taint and occasionally licking my clear pre-cum off the tip of my dick.Once I. As she gasped for breath, I sat up and pulled both her shorts and her panties down off of her legs. I used the opportunity to quickly yank my shorts off as well, allowing my seven inch member to pop right out. Seeing Alex’s naked body lying in front of me, I found it hard not to cum right there. With her looking as hot as ever, I ephemerally mounted her again, reforming our passionate oral embrace. As I prepared to enter her, I removed my lips from hers and slowly worked my way. The Mother's name was Donna Emanuel and the daughter was her only child called Isabella. I turned out that Isabella was only just eighteen and her mother was thirty-eight after giving birth when she was only twenty. In truth, they looked more like sisters rather than mother and daughter. Apparently the father was a victim of the dreaded Inquisition because of some dealings he had with a number of Jews in Barcelona and the fact that he often ate dinner at their homes and there was some suspicion. Matt and I were on the way to our next appointment. After a heartfelt Gerda-to-Matt hug. Something about that sad-faced man.As we drove a Hertz Ford Focus, blue, toward Ocean City, Maryland, Matt smiled at me, “My name is Randy. Can you remember that?”“Hmm, I’ll try. I’ll think about last night, Randy.”We skipped the boardwalk and theme park and headed straight for a seedy section of town. As he parked beside a doublewide, I didn’t ask Matt if the license plate could be traced back to him. He.