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He entered and was so taken by the spectacle he remained speechless for male gay sex minutes. "Yes, you have captured her incredible sensuality all right, but she remains far more exquisite male gay sex than the sculpture. I want you to carve her full body. Can you both start immediately?" I looked at Nicole with a grin. Our collaboration would definitely continue! The Unexpected Christmas Present After being together for some twenty years, my wife, Janet and I knew each other pretty well. We knew each other well sexually as well. While some women may have to hint around for their guy to go downtown, most times I could hardly wait to lick Janets pussy. I enjoyed it so much, that I would lick slowly, up and down both sides of her pussy lips so I could make the pleasure last. After each of her orgasms, only soft licks or nuzzles would come close to her clitoris until she was ready male gay sex to be taken to that point of no return again. Sometimes, she was just a little too noisy and I hoped that no one heard us in our passion. To say that she knew me just as well would not be telling the complete story. Janet could masturbate me better than I could do myself. She would indulge me when I asked her for a prostate massage, sometimes rubbing my little gland until her fingers started to cramp. Knowing how anal-erotic I am, she was not too surprised one time to find me taking a long self administered coffee enema. When she walked in the bathroom the first time, I was lying on a towel in the bathtub with a nozzle in my ass and a tube running up to a red two-quart enema bag. She asked how I could stand it for so long as she looked at my soft penis. I was surprised I was not hard and so was she. She wanted to know how come I did not have to male gay sex expel right away. I explained that with slow administration of the enema, the urge to expel could be put aside for quite a while. The coffee stimulates the liver to release bile, and it is said to have therapeutic effects if it is retained male gay sex long enough. I had often dreamed of having Janet give me an enema, but she felt that enemas were medicine and should male gay sex not be combined with sex. Whenever I engaged in enema play it was by myself.

Just after my hernia operation male gay sex, I could get around, but sometimes bending and all pulled male gay sex on my insides. Going to the bathroom, that is taking a dump, was difficult and sometimes painful. Im sure that Janet thought that the lengthy time spent in the bathroom was productive, but the truth is, it was not. Something about male gay sex the operation was making me big time constipated and I wanted some relief. Giving myself an enema would not be possible for a week yet, with out considerable pain, so I asked Janet for one. When she asked why, I explained to her the best I could. I reminded her of the benefits of a coffee retention enema, that is to be administered slowly, kept in for a total of twenty minutes and then expelled. I was delighted when she said yes, and I set about to prepare the equipment. Our son was off visiting with friends for the day, so I did not have to conceal what was going on. I boiled the coffer on the stove for a while and proceeded to male gay sex cool it down. Since we were home male gay sex alone, she decided to give me the enema in the second bathroom, just off the kitchen. I placed a towel on the floor and lubricant male gay sex and a box of exam gloves close by. I guess I was hoping for at least a small prostate massage, and sometimes that can get me going too. But I figured she would just lubricate me and put in the nozzle and adjust the flow. If it had not been for the operation, I doubt I would even get that. Oh, by the way did I say that I was still shaved? The operation required a hairless site, and the new procedures use three small incisions over a fairly large surface area. When my hair started to grow back in it caught on my clothes and pulled my skin in an male gay sex uncomfortable way. I was keeping it trimmed, and I hoped she would male gay sex appreciate the newness of my hairless genitals. The narrative that follows is as close as I can get to the events that followed. "Andy do you have all the stuff ready? I am running out of time." Janet said. "Yes, all except pouring the coffee into the enema bag." I had placed the bag in the kitchen and the nozzle in the bathroom. The hose was to be connected in the bathroom so that all the male gay sex air could be expelled before it was inserted.