Julie returns fresh from her shower, Dave tells her that he would like to take their adventure to a new level. As he was about to explain a knock on t...he door interrupted them. Dave walks over and opens the door to fine his sweet little Anita. Anita was so happy to hear from her favorite uncle. She had thought of little else since the last time she saw him, except for how much pleasure he had given her and the fact that she couldn't wait to see him again. She walks in looking as lovely as every,. She even suggested that it might have been more honest to have continued walking, when I had heard the other people, and apologise for any unintended offence, when and if we met. I would never have spoken about my few, brief, experimental homosexual encounters, with my own mother. To Joan, it was easy, because she saw these episodes as a natural search for identity. She never criticised my continuing nudity around the house, when not posing, and when my tick wounds had healed. Nor did she. My phone buzzed again "remember these? How do you fancy seeing them in the flesh. I didn't need to think twice, the only thing I could think was how soon could I see them. "My husband has gone down to see his mum with the k**s so I'm all alone too. Shall I come round?" Yes". She arrived approximately 30 mins later and I was impressed with how good she looked. Far berets than she had ever looked two years prior; not that she hadn't been attractive. Whilst awaiting her arrival I had been worried. “Stay, stay tight.”I assumed she meant to clench my sphincter, which I did. It was my first enema, and it was a doozy. After a minute of this embarrassing posture, she took my arm and gestured to the shower drain.“There, squat, loose.”I should have been angry and humiliated, squatting over a shower drain in some mysterious Turkish bath in a city far from home, with a stern woman watching me empty my bowels over a drain in the floor. But oddly I wasn’t. I don’t know that I felt anything but.