"Or both." I laughed as I dropped to my knees in front of her.I flicked my tongue out first and tasted the slight dampness where her juices had soaked...into the flimsy material."Tommy," she said softly and rotated her hips sensuously against my face.She made a funny noise in her throat, and I saw her fists clench as I traced the outline of her slit with my tongue, she wasn't just wet, she was soaking, the gossamer thin panties were fully saturated and her tangy juices were dripping through them. More than likely it was a totally innocent comment, something about the weather or sculpting clay. Lots of things are better when they’re wet, she thought to herself. But for some reason only one seemed to come to mind at that moment. Her curiosity piqued, she listened, sure the matter would become clear with his next comment. ‘Well take them off then.’ His voice was soft, and his tone almost casual. But it wasn’t quite casual….not quite. He was talking the way someone might talk to fool a. But then, she was probably still grieving so I decided not to read too much into her mood. It's for certain that her whole life had undergone major changes in the past few weeks. I decided to let it run its course and not butt in. I'd just wait for her to call.Two months later, she still hadn't called. I'll admit I was pretty disappointed but, what the hay, things happen and life moves on. She had a new life now and I could only wish the best for her.Besides, it wasn't like I pined my life away. One girl pushed me onto myhands and knees and slowly removed the butt plug, quickly replacing itwith an enema bulb. She undid the tap and I felt the liquid flow into mybowels, it must have been nearly two litres because my stomach startedto bloat and get very uncomfortable. She closed the tap and detached thepipe, leaving the bulb in place. Helping me up, they both helped me tothe toilet pan, bending me over they deflated the bulb and pulled itout, immediately sitting me down. It took only a.