The pizza girl got a bit of a shock but seemed to take it well and enjoy the view. Miss angel had allowed me to get dressed for the flight, but not be...fore I had to take the bins out naked. The flight had been a breeze a bit long but I had thoughts to keep me occupied. It didn't help when the hot air hostesses walked by in their sexy uniforms reminded me of her amazing body. The plane touched down early morning and miss angel was supposed to pick me up at the airport. I took a little searching. "We gotta grease up," I told him.David knelt and sat back onto my thighs, straddling them and pulling my dick up against his.Hooper already had his sunscreen lotion out and lubed his dick with it. Trace had gotten down in front of him on all fours, and Hooper smoothed some lotion into Trace's crack, then he tossed me the lotion. I got some for my dick and handed the lotion to David. He squeezed some on his fingers and reached behind to rub it in his crack while I lubed my dick.Hooper got to his. That an anal douche might help with ... constipation?”“Are you bound up?” I asked.She nodded. “Big time. When I get like this I take some senna. I really don’t like taking it because I’m never sure when it’ll kick in and when it does kick in I get uncomfortable cramping and I worry I won’t make it to a restroom. I thought before I resorted to the senna, if an anal douche might help.”“How long has it been since...”“This past weekend. I haven’t been able to, since. I was hoping it would resolve. Mary Ellen blushed again as well. "Well, thanks for making me feel better."After a long and somewhat uncomfortable pause, Dana took a deep breath and said, "I still think you should consider the underwear angle. I hate to tell you this lady, but you need to spice up your wardrobe." What's wrong with my wardrobe?" Mary Ellen said defensively.Dana looked at Mary Ellen and bit her lip, trying to decide if she should go any further. This was a touchy subject, especially because she was already.