I was no longer who I was before, and people would either laugh at my tale or might even punch me in the kisser, I was no longer a woman that need to ...e treated with care and protection. I was no longer Michelle, protected and loved wife of Nicky. I was now a middle age man, ugly with a beer gut and now that belly really was hungry. With the weather started to snow again, I didn't find any customers. So I finally gave up for the day and went back to the small apartment this taxi driver called. Ellen and Marie alike gave out loud gruntal moans as the huge weight of each boar, Was bestowed upon their backs to hold up causing their entire body to give way and forced their head and shoulders even further into the carved logs. As the women who had been massaging their backs now cleared the way and then leaned down each woman's body and was looking directly between where their upturned ass was in the air and where the huge beast was planted over and on top of them. Now. I felt if she had tried that hard to help me understand why she enjoyed what she did in her private moments, I owed her an open mind in return. The second thing was she was correct about the amount of medication I had been taking over the past few weeks. Regardless of everything, I was not jumping for joy at the idea of an enema for any reason.I had observed from Katelyn's words and actions she was becoming very aroused by the idea of giving me an enema, and she seemed to be really adamant. .." and I thought that sounded kind ofneat and so I was going to start my story that way. But Mom saw what I waswriting and told me in no uncertain terms that Ms. Harris would not beamused if she found out that I had copied something from a newspaper -even from the comics - something about "plagiarism" or something likethat. So then I started to write a story about how Wes Andrews had wet hispants on the roller coaster ride at his birthday party - and Mom didn'tlike that one either. So I just.