Finally my eyes, reached the zipper of his trousers and my mind fantasized about the length and circumference of his manhood. “Valentina,” said De...ise, “I think you need to sit down now.” Glancing around, I noticed all eyes were on me. Muttering the word ‘sorry’, I fell back onto my seat. The violist looked at me with a smirk. It was hard to wonder what’s on his mind. When the audience dismissed themselves from the concert hall, the next ‘performance’ came autograph signing from the show’s star. Sort of. Another thing you’ll learn that day: back in the 90s colonoscopy cameras were huge — like elephant butt-plug huge, these days they’re still uncomfortably large, hence the first bit of news you’ll receive is this: anesthesia is good. That’s right, you’ll be asleep. Not the same kind of ‘asleep’ you’d be if you were having ‘real’ surgery, but asleep nonetheless. Blissful ignorance may be a better description, but ideally you won’t remember anything. So then, what’s all the fuss about. ***"We're not finished," I told her as she got off the bed and began to tug down her leather skirt. Her embarrassment was obvious and her face was so red it looked like it was going to burst."We're not?" Mom looked at me and then at the plastic beaker as I held it up for her. Gasping with surprise, her eyes widened when she saw how much spunk she had ejected from her bottom. Yeah, Mom. Take a good look. Nearly full to the brim. Just like the good old days. Amazing, huh. "I saw you," I said.She. .. “…for me, babe.” And again, unable to stop her from pumping it in and out of me mercilessly, fucking me without regard for comfort or gentleness, savagely driving it in and out of my cunt with one hand while she teased and rubbed and pressed and ground my clit until I begged uselessly for her to stop, not that she paid any attention to me… “Don’t you dare.” Her tone was menacing. Shaking, I held on, but only just, feeling the drool of my cunt running over my asshole, pooling on the table.