Fleet wasn't around, when I was growing up, but mom loved using a child's squeeze bulb on us, increasing the refills, as we grew. My sibs hated it, but I truly loved all the feelings associated with it. Mom usually wore shorts, around the house, and the feeling of lying across her warm thighs was exquisite, as she'd slide down my little briefs, and insert the greased nozzle. After her predetermined amount of bulbfulls, she'd squeeze my butt cheeks together, tell me to relax, and massage my shoulders. She suddenly stopped giving us enemas, when I was about 11, but just before she did, she asked me to help give my younger sister one. She had my sis across her lap, and handed me the bulb, telling me to "put it in slowly, then squeeze it gently". The sight and feel of my little sisters rear was so erotic, I ejaculated in my jeans, without even touching myself! Even at 11 years old, I knew I was hooked.
Once mom stopped giving, I began using that child's bulb on myself. Over the years, I have purchased a variety of enema equipment, but still love a bulb enema, when I am lucky enough to have a female emate. I find it so much more "up close and personal", having her otk, or me over hers, hands in constant motion, and many insertions. My last emate would even clench my cheeks together, after the last squirt, and rub my back. Heavenly!