“I suppose we better get this started ... I’m too old to sit around waiting for you lot to get ready!”She’s wearing a blue mesh-vest under the... sweater. No bra underneath to hold her huge tits, but the mesh is tight enough to hold everything in place. Big nipples poking out through the mesh.Off come her trousers – belt unfastened, trousers unbuttoned, unzipped, then allowed to fall around her ankles. She stands there for a few seconds, tight underwear - blue panties and mesh top somehow. She was rewarded with a subtle click and the cascading water once again rushing in to fill her small midriff. Sasha walked out of the room while Jennifer was still filling and then returned shortly after the bag was empty. The tip was removed and Jennifer was allowed to expell the contents of her second enema.Sasha was busy with something over at the counter as Jennifer watched the somewhat cleaner water washing down the drain. The turd lodged against her pussy got washed loose and fell with a. "Concentration," the redhead said. "I can only last about twenty minutes or so, but it's up from fifteen. Any longer and my little kitty just gets the best of me."April was dumbstruck. She'd thought that she was the only one who'd resisted the conditioning. But the redhead - her name was Brittany, but April could remember that she'd once been a colonel in the Texas resistance named Bruce McDonough. She'd been a sunburned balding man going to paunch in his late 'forties then - nothing. ) George worked hard in school and at his outside job to help pay for that schooling. He still stayed with Carol. Carol and George married and a year later had their first child, our granddaughter Sophie. George was a doting father and also suffering from spouse abuse from Carol. She took advantage of the fact that George wouldn’t hit a woman. She hit and threw things at him. She also knew nothing about cooking and housekeeping! 　 Now, Carol had been brought up in a family that was family in.