Bert, the bartender / manager, was a friend and I knew he’d cut me off in he had to. He’s been there for all my breakups, including my marriage 25... years ago. Bert also pointed me in the direction of the girls who might be willing to fuck or might be willing to earn a few bucks fucking. I rarely went a week without getting laid, single or not. Oh, I could get girlfriends, working as a Hockey Coach, I keep in good shape – but in the time since breakup and new girlfriend, I didn’t like to go. ." What's wrong with me, how can I forget I was pregnant? It's not likethis belly just pops up overnight. I am really out of it this morning. Ineed some coffee. OH my, I only did half of my make up," I thought as Ilooked at the mirror at my now very feminine face. "I totally forgot toput powder and mascara on. At least I caught myself in time."I quickly finished my makeup and headed back to Elizabeth's bedroom."What was I thinking, I can't wear these flat shoes in this outfit." Mypant hem. I rubbed my pussy with a peppermint lotion and squirted a big glob of it in my cunt. I wanted his tongue to taste how good I was for him. I met him at a small cafe and we took a booth in the back that was semi private and had coffee to just make sure we were the people as on the site. He was gorgeous and he seemed to like my looks and could not take his eyes off my tube top that could barely covered my tits. My nipples showed big and hard through the flimsy material. I also showed a lot of. Just as Angie shuddered with orgasm a second time Ispurted uncontrollably in her body. In each other’sarms, we drifted off to sleep.I awoke in the wee hours of the morning feeling Angie’sfingers lightly stroking my testicles. In a matter ofseconds I was fully awake (and erect). “I can’t wait anylonger,” she whispered. We both knew that it was time.Angie filled the large enema bag with warm water andlubed the nozzle. I was going to get the first of twocleansing.