Then she opened up Denise's tight little buttock orifice aswide as possible to allow for the nozzle and some of the tubing to beburied deep inside our...little sister's interior. We watched fascinated asshe opened the little valve allowing the ginger and water solution to flowinto her filling her slowly to the brim. Now the ginger in the enema beganto take effect and Denise squirmed and wriggled in obvious distress as itflowed deep into her irritating her deep in her bowels. It would now. Don't get me wrong; I loved my job, but the isolation I felt living and working in the same place every day with a bunch of hormonal girls and all-female teaching staff drove me crazy.I'd always been horny but this long, hot summer combined with a lack of cock was so frustrating! There was just one guy at the school. He managed the stables where the girls took riding lessons. I'd spend my days gazing out of the classroom window trying to catch a glimpse of him and my nights in my room imagining. . I never thought anything was wrong, oncethe swelling and soreness went away everything worked just fine.... Welluntil we started trying to have kids..."Joan gasped, "You mean you aren't the girls Dad?!"Smirking at how she phrased the question, her responded, "Oh I amdefinitely their Dad... I guess you could say that Sarah is their...Father?!" Looking at Dana as he scrunched up his face and asked her,"Did that sound as weird to you as it felt to say for me?!"Dana couldn't help giggle at her. Daisy releases her untended breast leaving it to flop and bounce and bob, echoing the movement of Beth's lips, the trembling of Daisy's flesh, the exhalations of breath. Her hand clamps itself to the back of Beth's head, pushing her face deeper into the squidgy, swollen joy of her tongue-lashed breasts. Mouth feasting. Hungry. Demanding. Insistent.Beth slips a hand between Daisy's thighs, a companion to my own trapped hand; furious and attentive as it flutters about my aching clit. Dipping.