Grace had managed to keep her trim little figure; of course her breasts sagged a bit more these days than they had on their wedding night some 22 years ago and those small brown nipples pointed at her feet now instead of at the ceiling, but Kurt liked the way she looked, and her extremely thick bush seemed to him if anything denser than ever.Grace had managed to keep her trim little figure; of course her breasts sagged a bit more these days than they had on their wedding night some 22 years ago and those small brown nipples pointed at her feet now instead of at the ceiling, but Kurt liked the way she looked, and her extremely thick bush seemed to him if anything denser than ever. The routine, a pattern developed over more two decades of enema nights, never varied. They kissed for about five minutes and then unceremoniously switched to a spoon style position. Kurt's bag was so much bigger, simply because his abdominal capacity was greater. It also took longer to feed and so Grace always got him started first. Kurt propped one leg up in the air as his wife began working the Prep-H into his crack and past his baby-tight ruby asshole. She was greasing him up good tonight. He felt his dick stiffen as the little woman's finger got the knuckle past the first sphincter. Ah this was the life! Kurt wished he could have an enema every night. |