Like Greg, Peter was in jeans but Andi was in a little black number, wearing high heels that did to her butt what shoe designers had always intended h...igh-heeled shoes to do. The dress was well cut and moved with her hips as she moved towards him. Greg was expecting a couple of air kisses but Andi had different ideas, putting her arms on his shoulders, she pulled him towards her and kissed him gently on the lips, he could feel the moisture of her lips and the lipstick and the pressure of her. I fantasized about her quite often as I did a few other mothers of friends, a few school teachers, too, but all in all I had no experience, sexually, beyond a few kisses and relentless masturbating. Also, I had reached maturity enough that I was ejaculating large loads, spurting up to my neck and face sometimes, which I was doing several times a day, every day.Anyways, I spent the night at their house and was in a spare bedroom. When I woke up early the next morning, as I usually did, I started. This especially punitive enema was injected through a very large tubed dildo. To my chargrin I was restrained from expulsion by a butt plug attached to a harness. I was whining as she commanded me to retain this, sharing with me I would not know for how long, perhaps, she smiled for up to a half-hour and by this time I would be in tears! During all of the above enema injections she chose to give me corporal punishment at the same time! She has well over 100 instruments for this including many. She was driving so what the hell. We sat there, I continued to think of her great breast and imagine a thong shrouded ass. Finishing our drinks we headed for the door making our way to her sister’s car. As we walked the parking lot, our hands joined together. We got to the car, entered and sat; her in the driver’s side.We leaned into each other and kissed. The kissing turned into heavy kissing. My hand found its way to her breast, her hand on my inner thigh. For several minutes we were just.