.." Let's go real slow," she replied. I watched her close and open the clamp, admitting the enema into my colon in short bursts followed by long pause....She reached under me and massaged the lower left quadrant of my abdomen. "That helps," I said. I continued my deliberate, deep breathing."The colon is a finicky organ," she said. "Going slow reduces the cramping. On the other hand, the soapsuds will stimulate motility and we don't want to be battling that, also." She continued releasing the. When we got together we were both pretty hungry for sex. She was a classy, intelligent, good-looking professional woman. Who, as I was to find out to my surprise and delight, was a total whore in bed. She lived about 1500 miles from where I did, and we only saw each other when professional circumstances brought us together. We'd known each other as friends for awhile before we realized there was a growing physical attraction between us. We began to feed this attraction with phone calls and. Then I stood back and said, ‘Do you still want to see me the way I was that night?’ And he couldn’t even speak, he just nodded! And I wanted to tease him some more, you know? So I said, ‘Joe Haworth, where are your manners? I want you to say, ‘Please, Suzy, I want you to take off your clothes for me.’”Suzy closed her eyes for a moment and shivered at the memory. “Ooo, I just loved telling him what to do like that. And when he finally figured out that I meant it, he turned red, and kind of. ” mom said, intentionally emphasizing the word ‘salivating’.“Yeah, I was salivating because I was listening to a juicy story. There were tits everywhere, you said.” I answered, laughing. “Go on, what did the tits do?”“Like I said, it’s not a very exciting story. But you were wondering whether I’ve ever been with another woman more intimately, and the answer is no. We didn’t break down, spending the night kissing each other.” mom shook her head.“Is that what you think we do?” I laughed at the.