She drew them off over her boots, leaving the boots on. Then she unbuttoned her faded shirt and removed that, arching her back as she did so, pushing ...er plump tits out towards Veronica, wanting to look desirable--and to instill desire in the redhead. From the gleam in Veronica's green eyes, it was obvious that Linda had done just that.Linda sat down on the bed, still wearing high boots and the big Stetson--and nothing else.They gazed at each other, looking at tits and crotches.Linda's fingers. But her clothes often spent at least part of the school day on the floor or thrown into some distant corner in a moment of enthusiastic passion. And since her encounter with Molly two weeks earlier, where she and the 14 year old pupil had entertained a large number of boys (not to mention several teacher’s) in the school playground, her attitude had become relaxed further still.Her femininity, and the dignified grace of her posture that suggested a well-to-do background, she knew were her most. What we did together." Any particular thing we did?" I asked."All of it. I especially kept thinking about your story of watching your aunt give your cousin the enema." She walked toward the kitchen. I saw the fountain syringe lying on the counter. Lize held up a bar of Ivory soap."You want to try a soapsuds enema?" Lize bit her lip and nodded. "I'll go get some liquid castile." No -- I want it to be like you described." You're sure? Running water over bar soap isn't a very precise way to. Her fingers were quite short and she seemed surprised at how wide I was, as she looked up at me somewhat clueless.I pressed my fingers tightly together and showed her, and she seemed to get the message because a moment later I could feel my pussy get finally stretched by all four of her fingers entering at once. She drilled them in deeper and further, and I could feel the rings she was wearing rubbing nicely against my insides. Still, she seemed to be unsure about how far she could go, so.