Myhands were equally small with long delicate finders, and ornatelymanicured orange fingernails. I glanced down at my body. I was wearing abright yell...w sports bra, and tight grey sweatpants. White earplugsdangled on the ground, and ran up to a smartphone that rested inshoulder holster.My brain tumbled around in a fog. I just couldn't process what was goingon. But it soon dawned on me that I wasn't me, I was a girl, the girl Ihad ran into, the other jogger.He, I mean me, I mean my body, stood. I vowed then that whenever I would be doing anal sex, I would be cleansing my bowels with an enema first. Apart from the fact that I would be much ‘cleaner’ – It would also serve to reduce the risk of infection as well as serve the purpose of ‘pre-lubing’ my passage.After that first anal sex, N. recommended that we do it several times more in the near future so that my anal sphincter gets used to the intrusion and then it would cease to be painful….and indeed we did. Doing an enema in the. “Come and live with me in Udaipur. Nisha has her college there. We all could live their together. Like a happy family.”“I have work here, Beti”, she replied. “After all these years, I have gotten addicted to sex. I can’t live without it. And besides, Mukesh, Ramesh, and Suresh won’t let me leave.”“Mom, your work is ‘getting fucked’. You can do that in Udaipur as well. And besides, I can handle Mukesh, Suresh, and Ramesh dads”, I answered. “If they agree, would you come with me then?”, I. The phone rings and for a brief moment I wonder who would be calling me this late at night.I pick it up and say, "Hello." Hi baby, I miss you, do you know who this is?"My eyes got big and my body started to tingle from my lips towards the center of my pussy."Dave, darling, where are you? I miss you so much," I uttered with a noticeable quiver in my voice. I love talking to you; your phone calls are so arousing. Your sexy voice turns me on tonight just as it did the first time we spoke." I'm in.