She then hung the bag on the shower rod and released the flow giving Carol a powerful enema until her lower abdomen bulged out with the volume. "Get o... the toilet, Sis. I'm going to pull the plug." Carol leaned over the toilet bowl and Angel jerked the plug from her ass."Oow!" Carol grunted and then the water and contents of her bowels flooded out into the toilet. Angel was refilling the bag and, as soon as Carol's butt ceased to expel its contents, she shoved the plug back in. She gave Ben the. I was sitting on a high bar stool and she forced my legs apart and came between them, never taking her mouth from mine. “You like that?” “It’s wrong,” I breathed. “No, it’s not, it’s a good thing. People enjoying each other. I’ve wanted you for a long time, you know? I find innocent-looking girls very appealing. Maybe it’s the witch in me, longing to corrupt them.” That came as a shock as I’d never suspected that Mandy was that way inclined. For that matter I’d never thought about other women. She was thinking the exact same thing. Her object was to get pregnant and have Tyton's baby, but now that she was fucking different men, she couldn't be certain who would be the father. "Funny," Jessie said. "I'm also off the pill and was sure I had timed it just right until this hot Jamaican came along. I couldn't resist him," and she told Fiffi the whole story. Fiffi was a delightful girl with lots of enthusiasm but understandably naive. Everything was perfect in her mind. Every man was. I didn't even ask to look at it. I expressed nointerest in it. To his constant questions, I merely replied, "Not rightnow. In a couple of days. Could you pass the soup please?" Myindifference was his torment.The few times I even referred to it were drawn in a manner to evidencecontempt, disdain, and belittlement."What sort of man gets a flower tattooed on his asshole?" I askedtauntingly."My weak, flaccid, sissy-loving, tiny man who likes it when his wifeputs her fist up his ass. That's who gets.