We napped away most of the afternoon and finally got out of bed around 5:30. Sarah had me build a fire in her charcoal grill and she got some chicken and potato salad out of the fridge. We began to prepare for dinner. While I was outside a green MG pulled into the driveway. It was Kim from the medical supply store! She had lost the store smock and was wearing blue jean cut-offs and a pink tank top that was high enough to show off her belly button piercing.

"Hi Brad, nice to see you again so soon." Kim looked me up and down and smiled. We went inside and Kim greeted Sarah with a kiss on the mouth. I had never seen two women kiss like this before but I liked it.

Over a dinner of barbequed chicken, potato salad and corn on the cob I learned that Kim and Sarah had known each other for several years and had met on a contact list called The Mary-Jo's. I learned many things over dinner. People who love enemas are called klisamphiliacs. Most of them are men, so the Mary-Jo list was created specifically by women for women to meet safely without having to dredge through hundreds of horny perverted men and worse, horny perverted men lying, pretending to be women. The ladies told stories about enema encounters, play dates, hospital parties and mutual friends.

Kim looked over at me and smiled.

"Well Sarah, you sure picked us a sweet one this time, young and cute. Certainly younger than that Australian guy you brought over last Thanksgiving. We'll see if he's as much fun."

The trip to the medical supply store had been a "drive-by" for Kim to check me out and see if she felt comfortable playing with Sarah and myself. I also learned that Kim was amazingly thirty four years old and half owner of Fort Wayne Pharmacy and Medical Supply. I would have guessed she was nearer my age.

As the sun set, Kim went out to her car and brought in a large beach bag. She went into Sarah's room and shut the door. After a few minutes, she opened the door again. Kim was dressed in a nurse's uniform.

"I didn't know you were a nurse."

"I'm not. I sell these things. Sheesh."

Kim handed Sarah a red bag and told her "Two quarts warm soapy water." Kim instructed me to bring a kitchen chair into Sarah's room and then get undressed. The three of us reconvened, myself naked. Sarah began assembling the bag and hose and installed the larger nozzle we had purchased that morning. The bed had been moved to give us more play space and Kim looked me over, including my penis then ordered me over to the dresser.

"Put your hands on the dresser, legs shoulder width and lean forward slightly." Kim gently kicked the inside of my right ankle, indicating she wanted me to spread my legs farther apart. She applied Vaseline to my anus and inserted her finger working it in.

Kim breathed into my ear.

"Sarah tells me you like enemas. And older women. And panties. And jerking off. There's a treatment for that. It starts with older women giving you an enema."

Kim put her hands on my shoulders, turned me around and directed me toward Sarah who was sitting in the chair, with the bag suspended from the plant hook in the ceiling.

"Lay over Mrs. Hancock's lap while I administer your quantum."

I laughed to myself, I had never heard Sarah referred to as Mrs. Hancock before, but it was her name. Sarah slid her dress up to expose her thighs and I laid over her bare lap with my penis pressed against her.

Sarah giggled. "You're a little bit wet there buster. I guess that's good. They say when a dog's nose is cold and wet he's healthy."

Kim was having no part in the humor and again kicked my legs open wider to expose my butt hole. Kim applied a little extra Vaseline to the nozzle then began pumping it into my anus, pushing a little deeper each time. I winced a little as the largest part spread my sphincter and the nozzle found its home in my rectum.

"Hmm." Kim remarked, "You're very tight for a man. Maybe we should have used a girl nozzle."

I heard the clamp snap open and felt the familiar discomfort as my colon began to fill with the soapy solution. Kim did not throttle the hose the way Sarah had and I felt a cramp coming on. Sarah rubbed my back and rocked me up and down on her legs.

"Hang in there Brad, we're half way through" The rocking must have helped, I felt the water go deeper into my bowels and the bag was expended shortly thereafter.

Kim pulled the nozzle out of me abruptly and finally spoke.

"You lay over your surrogate mom's lap there for ten minutes Bradley then you can go to the toilet and expel."

The term surrogate mom was a little bit creepy. I knew my relationship with Sarah was a bit um, non-standard but I didn't like thinking about it too much. I sensed Sarah was maybe a bit uncomfortable too. Sarah finally broke the awkward silence.

"So how do you like having a playmate?"

"It's fun!"

"I can tell you think she's really cute. It's OK, she is! Maybe we can get her out of that nurse's uniform later."