I knew then what he had planned."No daddy; not an enema. Please not that." I'm sorry baby, but I think your tummy ache is because you have gotten a bi... backed up. This will fix it and you'll feel a lot better. I promise."My father ran the water in the sink and filled the enema bag up. He came back over to the table and hung it from a stand there. I watched him lube up the tube."Now baby, I need you to take another deep breath for me and to let it out slowly."I did as he asked and let my breath. As my eyes opened and I regained full consciousness, I realized that my hand was inside of my boxers, welcoming my morning wood. I gave myself a few long strokes and began to picture Jennifer as I did so. Her tender, perky tits bouncing up and down whenever she fucked me from on top. Her tight, juicy pussy that never failed to make me cum. I realized that my cock was pulsating in my hand as I took this mental trip down memory lane. I increased the force of my grip and stroked my shaft. "How do you do," Jean said quietly, dismayed by Cindy's sexy appearance. She found herself immediately wondering if the girl had had sex relations with her son. Try as she might, she was unable to dismiss the thought and she decided unequivocally that most definitely she did not like Cindy Walters and doubted that she would feel any differently about her older brother, Jerry.Jean poured coffee for herself and Tom, and it annoyed her to see that her husband was paying more attention to Cindy's. You are shirtless and barefoot, wearing only a tight pair of jeans. I begin by lightly stroking your face, tracing your jawline, down the side of your neck, feeling your pulse. My hand ventures down past your clavicle, exploring your chest, and further down your side. All the way until I reach the waist of your jeans, where I stop. I begin again, on the other side, savoring the texture of your skin, running my fingers through your hair as my hand travels. I feel the beating of your heart as my.