’ I hummed as I looked for an especially appealing outfit. I was going on a date – with myself. What to do? Too many choices. I was accustomed to ...having only one choice. Now, I could do almost anything. It was nearly overwhelming. Paul had made two good suggestions. Facial and shopping. Come to think of it, there was no reason I couldn’t do both. I could do both and see a movie. I could have a lunch I didn’t have to make or clean up. I could relax on a bench by the river and watch families. I finished the job about an hour after she left and decided to look around the nice house looking at the photos i saw her fat bald husband who looked about 60 and her too daughters both in there 20s i then heard the car so rushed back to the dining room and made out i was just finishing off as soon as i saw her i was hard again and staining my shorts she said what big muscles i had and put her hand on my arm then asked if i had found anything i wanted i said i had found something and she. From it she took a shiny object, a bit thicker than the width of my thumb with a profile resembling a narrow ace-of-spades. One end was pointed, along the sides were rows of holes and a barbed fitting was turned on its flat base. "What is this?" It's an enema nozzle," I replied. "I found a guy on line who makes them. He turns them from solid aluminum ... finely polished. The shape is such it will not slip out and because it's made of aluminum it really conducts heat from the water ... or, so he. "Within seconds she was bearing down on his, the tight walls of her pussy squeezing the four fingers inside her, as his thumb rotated hotly against her tight smooth walls of her ass. She whimpered and groaned long and loud. Her fluids burst from her and coated his hand.Slowly he pulled back his hand, enjoying the sight of her pussy, wet, oozing and open. He called her over to him, pulling her down beside him. Yanking a blanket off the bed, he wrapped them in it, holding her they drifted to.