Grace could feel that sexy feeling starting in her bowels, she resisted pulling down her panties and fingering her clitoris.Grace could feel that sexy feeling starting in her bowels, she resisted pulling down her panties and fingering her clitoris. There was still some preparation to be finished, and she'd better hurry if she wanted to pull it off. She smiled to herself thinking about the surprise she'd planned... Kurt and Grace did an enema night every now and then, two or three times a year, usually after church on a Sunday or on a holiday where Kurt didn't have to go to work at crack of dawn the next morning...but they'd never tried anything like what Grace had secretly planned for Kurt tonight. The two bags hung side by side from the hooks.. Hers pink and holding two quarts. His was black, a special mail-order model from New Jersey, and weighed a ton when full at six quarts--there were five in it now. Fortunately, Kurt was still getting ready. Grace brought a one liter bottle of Winners Cup vodka from the back of the closet where she'd had it stashed for this special occasion. Glancing nervously toward the closed bathroom door, she poured the whole thing into the black bag which now bulged almost to overflowing. Hurriedly she rehid the empty in the closet. Grace felt her heart pounding--Kurt did not allow any alcohol in the house, but she knew that just once she had to do this... The door opened, flooding the room with harsh light from the bathroom. |