”“All right -- if this is what you want to do, we’ll do it.”“I love you.” She kissed my cheek. “I’ll put everything together. You get ...omfortable.”I lay in my briefs on our bed, the towel under my midsection and thighs. Helen returned with the enema bag full and bulging. She hung it on the stand. I saw she had attached the straight enema pipe. “Why not the douche tip?” I asked.“What’s wrong with this?”“It’s too easy for it to slip out.”“Don’t worry -- I’ll hold it in place. We don’t need. It was sound proof, it was quiet, it was secure, cool, beautifully furnished and even had unobtrusive music playing in the background softly; it was exactly the correct place to have this discussion."It's much different," Cathy said, trying to defend her infidelity. "I only slept with Bob after I was exhausted from a big corporate staff meeting and he got me half drunk. I had no intention of being unfaithful with anyone. And I only did it with him a few times. Steve started in with this young. “I …” “Never mind. Your mother is asleep. Move over.” I didn’t object and I gave him room. He put Mister Pinky on the bedside table leaving it to vibrate around in a circle as he slid his naked body into the bed alongside me. I saw his cock glistening in the light coming through the curtains from the street light. I didn’t dare think what, or who had made it glisten. He lay on top of me. I opened my legs to receive him. I gasped as he slid inside me. He bent his head to kiss my nipples. He. He laid across her, breathing heavily as Jordan watched Justins dick continue to throb lightly. Lindsey used her pussy muscles to try and push Justin deflating dick out of her, and felt his cum running down her ass crack. Jordan watched Justins cum running out and down her ass, and soaking the edge of the couch cushion. She was finally successful in forcing him out as more cum ran out, and ran down the front of the couch. Jordan got up and moved up next to his brother, Justin move, I want.