My left hand slid further upwards until I once more crossed that cotton barrier and onto her soft skin of her lower abdomen. I then slipped my fingers...under the edge of the material and pushed down between the panty and her bare flesh. My fingers pushed through some soft silky hair as they approached the heat rising from below. It was my longer middle finger that first encountered Michelle’s naked sex as it pushed through that sparse barrier of hair. The heated skin that formed the hood that. ”“So, you’re getting a vicarious thrill out of this?”“I guess I am.”By now I could feel the water under my right ribcage. Looking up at the bag I saw maybe a pint remaining. My belly definitely was getting full. The bag continued to drain until a soft gurgle indicated it was empty. “I think we’re done,” I said.“Yup.” Helen slipped the enema pipe from my bottom.I rolled over and palpitated my belly. “I’m starting to feel cramping already,” I said. “Did you put something in this other than plain. "why should she have all the fun?"She remembered the patio doors at the back of the house, yes they might be locked, but the spare key was under that funny looking flowerpot that her mum had given her last Christmas. Very quietly, she inched her way from under the window and walked quickly to the patio doors at the back. She lifted the flowerpot and took the key, placing it very gently into the lock, there was a gentle click as the lock opened and she eased the door open , removing her shoes,. She felt we had reached something special. Did I think of him fucking her as well she had asked. Since Linda had mentioned it when I was eating her pussy that was all I had thought about. Linda appeared delighted with that and was happy to go to bed with us both exhausted and smiling. The next day we were sightseeing but the day after we were at the beach again. Linda wore a bikini that was more modest than the almost non existent one but it was still just a narrow strip of material around her.