."Steve darling, so good to see you, come and give me a kiss"I went over and kissed her passionately, she was so elegant and fantastic for her age. Sh...e was 55, over twice my age but put all girls my age to shame, so good looking, a fantastic dresser and fantastic personality.I noticed that she was dressed for tennis...she had a short white, pleated tennis skirt on, a light blue polo top, white trainers and pair of white ankle socks."Have you been playing tennis Debs?" No, I'm just going to meet. I immediately break the line of untranslatable communication, staring at the table. I try to sip the cool water in my now lightly trembling hands to cool my now reddened cheeks, coming up with no help. I take a sharp breath in and smooth out my still smooth dress, then turn quickly to stalk off to the restrooms down a dark hall. As I walk, I begin to realize I probably chose the wrong dark hallway, slowing to an unsure, slow pace. Only then do I realize there's the muffled click of dress shoes. She soon returned holding her enema bag.As I tried to regain my balance and stand, she said. “Stay right there puppy.”Of course, there was no surprise as to what happened next. After filling the enema bag, she had me push the nozzle into her butthole and then release the nozzle. After a few mintues, she had me pull out the nozzle and get into position with my mouth open. Tiffany loves to empty her first enema right into my mouth and all over my face. As she fills the bag again, I need to. He kisses me hard.Now there’s an answer.What follows is probably a little similar to the first human man drowning in physical euphoria and frantic anxiety all at once as he discovers just how bewilderingly awesome pegging feels. I literally get to hold Bane upright as he shivers and groans partially untranslatable curses in Drythish and kisses me with a growing desperation that lights a fire in my gut, stroking his tongue into my mouth in the same rhythm that I stroke him with my fingers,.