Kurt stood there untying the belt to his bathrobe.Kurt stood there untying the belt to his bathrobe. "Lucky for us Kurt Jr. had some extra, Hon. I clean forgot it when I went shopping yesterday." Old Prep-H was their favorite lubrication for these occasions. Grace always had been pile-prone and the shark oil medication seemed to work best for working in the enema nozzles--they both preferred it. Kurt looked around the room, his wife had really been busy, while his only contribution was to stack the dishwasher. "Gee, you got everything set up already, I should have helped." It was all there ready to go: the extra towels, the plastic buckets. Even the Port-a-Potty had been unfolded and put in place a few feet from the edge of the bed. "By the way, Hon, I didn't tell you how delicious that turkey stuffing was you put together--I made a real pig of myself. That enema'll sure feel great...." With that, Kurt involuntarily cut loose a thunderous fart. "Mercy!" giggled the little woman, "hold your horses. You're snortin' and rarin' to go, aren't you?" "Better believe it." Kurt hung the robe on the hook of the door and flopped his big hairless body onto the rubber sheet. His enormous uncut dick bounced against his belly and then tilted out into space semi-erect and ten fat inches long, the head still tucked behind his generous pink foreskin, except for the glossy dime sized end surrounding his piss hole. He cupped his giant elephant scrotum with its unusually tough thick skin and fluffed himself a few times while he watched Grace slip out of her bra and panties. |