We banged on the couch, wild in our delights, and ended on the floor my the door twenty minutes later as Allie returned home. She was visibly displeas...d. I had at least tried to hide it before, but she was incapable. I fucked her that night in consolation and went to sleep between both of them, Mel sleeping on my left shoulder and Allie, tired and sweaty, asleep on my right. In the morning, Allison tried to steal me away, sucking my cock before sleep had been shaken from both of my shoulders. I. Inside and out. Still having a tight hold on her hair, he pulls it downward until she is bending over the toilet. Stay there, bitch! he commands and she is not about to disobey. He reaches onto the bag and pulls out an enema. He roughly shoves the nozzle into her asshole. Then he squeezes the bag to put the solution into her rectum. He grabs a second enema and repeats the procedure telling her that she better keep the solution in her ass while he continues. If one drop spills out, you will. Maybe it will, and my women are adamant about the marriage, so I'll go along with it. But my dick is hard, and Diana has already told Carla they will fix me one of those shakes this afternoon. I don't need anything to make me horny; I just need my women."Tradition," he griped aloud. Tradition that the women don't sleep with their man the night before, or see him the day of the wedding. I thought that only applied to seeing the bride in her wedding dress prior to the wedding. But then again, I. Actor gave me his stash. Took him drinking. We were attacked by muggers. Introduced them to tactical baton. Muggers paid by IRA idiots to test security. Must introduce IRA idiots one and two to baton. IRA guys (hereby known as Larry and Moe) are shooting at us again. BRB Molotov cocktails are, technically, not a concealed weapon if you have a cache at home. I chased Larry and Moe. Got Moe on the ground. Jumped by several San Francisco hippies. Gave hippies a preview course on ‘101 uses for a.