You knew that he was interested, and you made sure he knew you had the goods,'' Candy recalls.''Well, my mom always told me to work with what God gave...me, so that's what I did. But my dad, I don't think it will work on him,'' Lizzy admits.''Did you wear that little outfit you showed me last night?'' Candy asked.''Yes.''''Oh then, believe me, sweetie, the way you look in those shorts, I wouldn't doubt that he's already cock hungry for your pussy,'' Candy said.''Well, we will never know, so it's. I could see a shiny gleam on the tip of his dick and I watched as he scooped up a drop of precum from it and brazenly pushed his finger into my mouth. I felt like I was in a dream. It was surreal. My legs felt heavy and unable to move as he slid his salty finger in and out of my mouth, pumping it slowly as though fucking it with his thick finger."Tastes good doesn't it? " He asked confidently. He was close, so close the tip of his dick grazed against mine through my shorts. I hadn't realized. Every Saturday night from the time they were little, Mom gave the girls enemas to clear out their nastiness before church on Sunday. Her Mom used a large enema bucket filled with soapy water. The nozzle was long and thick, inserted deep into their asses as they knelt on white towels on the floor. The girls were all close in age, and she lined all three up beside each other, filling each girl from the oldest to the youngest, Sherri. They had to hold every drop for 15 minutes from the time the. "Which is a shame," she added confidently, "as your friends said you could ... help me..." and her voice trailed off whilst she bit her lower lip sensually. That raised a grin from me — and a jerk from my penis which wasn't lost on her, but she just giggled and left the room.Hastily, I pulled on my clothes and tried to make it look like my morning suit hadn't spend the last couple of hours in a pile on the floor. I failed miserably, but I reasoned that most of the guests would be too focussed.