Oh, well, Naomi is no shrew, but she has a way of getting her way when push comes to shove. Okay, I called in Jim and explained the situation to him, ...and he immediately saw the logic behind it, including the fact that Naomi was going with me.We set up to leave the next morning, and that was so easy as to be laughable. Each one of us took a blanket and our weapons—that was all that we needed. We set out the moment that there was enough light to follow the road, and we practically ran the whole. I sat around watching TV for 5 minutes until she came home. I helped her with the groceries. She was wearing a white tank top, and sweatpants. Idefinitelyenjoyed the view of her top. "I'm going to go change." she said. "Alright." I responded acting as though I didn't care, but on the inside I was ecstatic.This is the moment of truth, this is it,Ithought. After about 5 minutes she came out wearing a blue tee and jeans. "I have a lot of errands to run, I won't be home until later tonight." She. Once inside I checked no one was to close or looking my way, there was just a man picking up rubbish 2 rows away, so I took off my shoes, socks and trousers and pulled up a nice cream mini skirt on followed by knee length boots, then took jacket and quickly took shirt off at same time and pulled a white blouse on before any one could see, I then put some old stockings in my bra cups, added my brunette bobbed wig, I was sure someone was watching but by now wasn't too bothered as I was so. "I can see."Whether it was butter or the enema or just effort and commitment, the insertion went more smoothly than I anticipated. Once the glans popped through her sphincter, Yvonne reached behind her awkwardly with both hands, grabbed my hips, and slowly began forcing herself onto my dick. That kind of thing isn't easy; Yvonne had to stop, dip butter, and lube up a couple of times, but she got me in root deep. It took a minute or two before she turned to Sarah and said, "I'm done with the.