But whatever I did no organisms. But with all that whacking of my non-bushy bush I was a rather bushwhacked teen-angel when I crawled out of bed in th...e morning and not even a sugar-rich bowl of Unicorn Froot Loops could put a little sparkle and glitter in my day. Then I remembered that it was Candy's Birthday and just knew that the day would be super-scrummy dumptious and filled with ecstatic bliss. So it was fantabulous that the wardrobe of predictability had the most fabulous party dress; a. When my orgasm arrived it didn't crash through me but gently washed over me like the warm waves of the Mediterranean rippling gently up a warm sandy beach and I released a little moan from the back of my throat and pressed my lips harder against hers.As I relaxed, Laura stopped kissing me and lay her head gently on my chest, holding me and I stroked her hair like a cat and entwined it around my fingers. I tried to open my eyes to look at her but I couldn't and the sounds of the hospital from. Her interest had been piqued by enema scenes that I had included in my stories. She admitted that she had never had anything “back there” before. I was surprised at her interest in enemas, although not entirely shocked. I should back up a little. I’m a fifty plus guy and Olivia is an eighteen year old blond, a beautiful but seemingly innocent young lady. Well, maybe innocent in the real, physical world, but certainly not in her mind. As I said, she expressed an interest in the enema scenes I. His hips rocked and swung back and forth and his buttocks flexed and unflexed powerfully as he drove his massive penis in and out of her cunt. He never took his eyes off her face. His hands slid up and down her slender body, caressing her heavy, bouncing breasts, crushing them and making her whimper and writhe ecstatically. Her hips juddered and heaved up and down to his groin. Her hands roamed his chest and shoulders and hips, gripped his buttocks, pulling him deeper into her flesh. Her.