"I just hope it isn't women and girls they are using up. Sounds like it might be," and she shuddered."That tears it though. We have a mission." I said..."We have a mission!" declared Cathleen, the others nodded emphatically, and we resumed our planning.By Sunday, the snow had melted in large patches, and we were walking east on Highway Twenty, each of us about twenty feet from the other. Where there was snow, we occasionally saw boot prints but failed to find where they had joined the highway.Our. Krinkle with eyes the size of saucers."Didn't you here that announcement they are sending an entire gym class up here. If we go to the office they will be more lenient with us. If that gym class gets us no telling what those boys will do to us." Said Mrs. Johnstone in a worried voice while holding daughter Trish's hand.After hearing what Mrs. Johnstone had said there grew a worried murmur among the cheerleaders. Each one of them had the look of fear in their eyes. One cute sixteen-year-old girl. . up into her belly. More... she raised herself on one hand, back arching, fingers plucking at erect nipples. A little more... over a litre... I felt her stomach. It was bulging. I eased the last of the enema into her, and turned off the tap. Nina tensed her anus tightly, and seemed to hold her breath for a long moment, finger blurring on her clit. She began to tremble and whine. I read her. Yes, I can always read Nina. I smoothly eased the tube from her bowels, and guided her to the toilet. On each trip, our English/Spanish lessons made the time speed by, and I found myself more relaxed on those long-distance runs than I had felt in many years.Margarita proved to have a razor-sharp mind and quickly began to pick up the language. After a few days of the basics, we adopted a system of informal story-telling, wherein I would relate a lengthy "story" in English -- often a more-or-less true, if not-necessarily-exciting, incident from my past. Then Margarita was obliged to repeat the.