I got immense pleasure and slight itching was there at the back portion where foreskin was joined with the head. I tortured myself by pouring cold wat...r on my dick and it responded. I urinated then again poured water, wiped it with towel and came back.Mamta was sitting with two glasses on sofa and was watching toilet door only. As I walked toward her I felt she had fixed her gaze on my crotch only. I felt a bit uncomfortable and sat beside her. I took a sip and admitted to her that she is a. Honestly, I'm not use to guys wearing sandals without them being addidas or Nike brand and with socks on. It was quiet a turn on.After exchanging light conversation and kisses, my bag finally made its way around. Like a gentleman, he grabbed my bag and insisted on carrying my large handbag as well. I said, "It's OK honey, I'm a big girl, I got this". No, he replied "I am your bitch mama, let me. Please. That is the least I can do for you allowing me to be your bitch". My heart was beating a. The men looked up, and saw the girls come into the den from the hall. Each was dressed differently: Angela wore a very sexy long red evening gown, her hair combed long, with the long red gloves, Jennifer was dressed in a catholic girl’s uniform, complete with jacket and tie, her hair tied in a ponytail, Sherry was dressed in a severe women’s business suit, her hair tied in a tight bun. Their movements were sultry and in time to the music. They walked their way to the rug, separated a bit and. He jiggled the nozzle a bit and Linda moaned. He reached up under her t-shirt and grasped her left nipple and gave it a gentle squeeze. He was not surprised at all to find it swollen and enlarged, not unlike his penis. He pulled her between his legs and made her hold the enema in while he played with each of her breasts. Linda found herself dancing between Mike's spread legs, one of his hands holding the enema nozzle securely embedded in her rectum, the other kneading her dangling breasts. Her.