Once upstairs we sat on the bed and you went to examine the array of equipment we play with. Pulling out the enema kit you opened the box. I felt ap...rehensive as I hadn’t used anything like that before, and reassuring me you told me it would be alright and that you would show me how it worked before we used it on me. After all if I wanted anal you said, then I would have to be nice and clean for you. As much as the idea of the enema worried me, I knew you were right and I wanted You to take. She's beautiful. About five-six and very curvy with these big boobs. I've looked at the labels on her bras and she's D-cup. But the thing is, she's slender so, in a bikini, she's really a knock-out because she's so top-heavy. She knows it, too.Michelle has wavy blond hair to her shoulders and these liquidy-looking brown eyes and pink lips that really don't need lipstick. And she wants me to photograph her.She said that she'd looked at Mom's pictures but I wanted to be sure I knew what Michelle. She didn't know if she could possibly go through with it. Her vibrators had already gone through innumerable batteries over the last couple of years, ever since her husband started fucking his secretary. Now, with nobody else in the house to wander in and catch her, she used them even more.Both were safely stored away in her luggage, too. She knew that she wasn't going to make it a week without them.Enough of that. I'm here to enjoy myself. She looked into a mirror between the two beds, glad to. Could we go inside?" she said.I motioned her to follow me. "Just moved in, not too long back," I said. "But the place is clean if still a bit unorganized." I looked her up and down. She looked good, real good. I said so. "You look terrific." Thank you, Harlan. You look better too—slimmer and more, I don't know, something," she said."Yeah, something," I said. I know she didn't mean it as a put down, but her qualifications about my looks made me realize, once again, just how out of her league I.