Wednesday night, eve of G-Day, Louise Lane called Pru at home. “I see, Louise. No, don’t be silly, don’t even think about it.”She looked at Pe...gy, “Flu.”My mother said, “Ms. Sloane.”Auntie Pru nodded, “Of course,” and looked at me, “Fucking mouth closed.”Gibraltar Soup, which no longer makes much soup, or maybe they do, it’s just not as important as when Grandpa Gibraltar first started selling blue and white cans of tomato soup out of his station wagon to grocery stores. Now it’s trucks and. If it does, you are with the wrong person.Enemas seem to be something gay and bi guys are curious about, at least from what I read online. Apparently it is a rocket science to some as how to do one before sex. I think they like the idea of it and talking about it, because it isn’t all that hard. But I get the interest and the erotic appeal of them. I have also been lucky enough to have been with two Dominants who used them creatively. (Three actually, but one I won’t go into more detail about,. . did I want that too? I didn't think so, but that was the deal, according to Lana. Going to bed with her meant going to bed with her husband too, and-- what? Sucking his cock? Letting him fuck me in the ass, for crying out loud? No fucking way. I wanted to get laid by Lana, but I wasn't willing to do all that. No way.But then I thought of Lana, of that voluptuous, overabundant roundness, of those massive white breasts rolling back and forth under that white chiffon negligee, of her thick meaty. Suddenly we scream aloud as our enflamed clits find each other again. we threw our heads back, frozen in pleasure.she: Yes yes yes babe..... My clit is rubbing I'm about to cum again babe what about you???i: i sob. our cunts quiver. i pull your head towards me and whisper to you "i love you baby" then we kiss feverishlyi: our engorged clits lick each other. up and down. left and right. our bodies shudder with pleasure. oh god....i'm close againshe: Please babe kiss me oooooohhh please make me.