She’d sipped her way through three glasses of California white and all girlish shyness seemed dispelled, displaced by a wickedness normally containe...d within her mind’s bedroom meanderings. ‘I’m not a kid. I know what country boys are like when they hit College. I’ve seen it. Don’t tell me you haven’t both played Fuck a Freshman.’ She was leaning forward on one arm, giving them both a vertiginous view down her amazing cleavage. Part of her couldn't believe how she was behaving. ‘You know? Hot. But as Angilee had discovered the other evening, Ling was an extremely sensual woman and in only minutes had Angilee in such an aroused state that she offered only token objection to being given an enema. Twice Ling allowed her to visit the bathroom to clear her bowels before filling her a third time and having the housewife stand and "perform". Her wine glass was refilled several times, releasing her inhibitions and filling her bladder, at which point, she was given another enema and directed. Damn, girl, you might as well be naked.’ ‘Well,’ she smiled back, ‘keep the boat in the sun and maybe I will get naked for you.’ ‘Your wish is my command, my lady. Sun you want, and sun you shall have,’ I told her. She stretched out on her towel, and I attempted to go back to fishing. As promised, about 20 minutes later, she sat up, looked around at the little secluded cove we were in, and took off her bikini. Naked, she laid back on her towel and stretched out again. ‘You know I’m not going. Jeanine looked back at me with that quizzical look again, not sure what I was doing or what was happening. There was a little fear in her eyes. But other than that there was no other expression on her face, as her head bobbed up and down with each of my deep thrusts. I slid my thumb into her asshole all the way up to the knuckle and held on. Jeanine’s arms gave way and she collapsed onto her chest and face. As she did, she let out a loud moan of pleasure, mixed with surprise, mixed with pain..