When he scooped some from my stomach, I grabbed his hand and guided it to my mouth. It tasted different from my own, the same creamy texture but swee...er. Gathering the rest in his hand, he held palm towards me. I licked his hand clean, savouring the taste. Sharing the cum as we kissed felt intensely erotic. Lying back to recover, Cal broke the silence.“So...?”“What?”He slapped my chest lightly.“Best?” “Worst?”“Not bad.” “Maybe an eight out of ten.”He gave me a stern look and pinched my. Jockey Skants, for those of you who aren't aware were the exact opposite. They'd a very skimpy, bikini-look to them, they were made of 100% woven nylon in bright colours and even in pin stripes, and had a tiny, barely 1/2" side, with a single thickness of front pouch and no fly opening at all. They sat low down below the hip bone. This meant pulling down the waist elastic to pee over the waistband which was little more than a thick elastic band covered in the same material, instead of working. This is distinctly worth seeing.’ I put my finger over my lips as her eyebrows rose in a query, but, clearly intrigued, she stood and came over to the door. I breathed in her ear, ‘Follow me. Shhhh.’Taking her hand, I crept towards the bathroom door, which was now half-open, allowing the smell of sandalwood and steam to drift into the corridor. Arriving outside it, I again put my finger to my lips and raised my eyebrows.She frowned a little and silently mouthed, ‘What?’I gently steered her into. ."Dora glanced at her watch. "Okay -- you can go sit on the toilet now."Mae swung her feet to the floor, holding her hands against her belly. She normally had a bit of a spare tire there, but with a two-quart enema inside her, she looked three months pregnant. Mae ran down the hall to the bathroom. I could hear her fling open the lid to the toilet and the splash as she expelled the enema in a long, strong gush.Dora carried the empty enema bag downstairs, leaving Mae to her devices. With Mae in.