A Friendship Changes

Murphy’s Laws of Combat Operations

• Friendly fire – isn’t.
• Recoilless rifles – aren’t.
• Suppressive fires – won’t.
• You are not Superman; Marines and fighter pilots take note.
• A sucking chest wound is Nature’s way of telling you to slow down.
• If it’s stupid but it works, it isn’t stupid.
• Try to look unimportant; the enemy may be low on ammo and not want to waste a bullet on you.
• If at first you don’t succeed, call in an airstrike.
• If you are forward of your position, your artillery will fall short.
• Never share a foxhole with anyone braver than yourself.
• Never go to bed with anyone crazier than yourself.
• Never forget that your weapon was made by the lowest bidder.
• If your attack is going really well, it’s an ambush.
• The enemy diversion you’re ignoring is their main attack.
• The enemy invariably attacks on two occasions: When they’re ready or when you’re not.
• No PLAN ever survives initial contact.
• There is no such thing as a perfect plan.
• Five second fuzes always burn three seconds.
• There is no such thing as an atheist in a foxhole.
• A retreating enemy is probably just falling back and regrouping.
• The important things are always simple; the simple are always hard.
• The easy way is always mined.
• Teamwork is essential; it gives the enemy other people to shoot at.
• Don’t look conspicuous; it draws fire. (For this reason, it is not at all uncommon for aircraft carriers to be known as bomb magnets.)
• Never draw fire; it irritates everyone around you.
• If you are short of everything but the enemy, you are in the combat zone.
• When you have secured the area, make sure the enemy knows it too.
• Incoming fire has the right of way.
• No combat ready unit has ever passed inspection.
• No inspection ready unit has ever passed combat.
• If the enemy is within range, so are you.
• The only thing more accurate than incoming enemy fire is incoming friendly fire.
• Things which must be shipped together as a set, aren’t.
• Things that must work together, can’t be carried to the field that way.
• Radios will fail as soon as you need fire support. Corollary: Radar tends to fail at night and in bad weather, and especially during both.
• Anything you do can get you killed, including nothing.
• Make it too tough for the enemy to get in, and you won’t be able to get out.
• Tracers work both ways.
• If you take more than your fair share of objectives, you will get more than your fair share of objectives to take.
• When both sides are convinced they’re about to lose, they’re both right.
• Professional soldiers are predictable; the world is full of dangerous amateurs.
• Military Intelligence is a contradiction.
• Fortify your front; you’ll get your rear shot up.
• Weather ain’t neutral.
• If you can’t remember, the Claymore is pointed towards you.
• Air defense motto: shoot ’em down; sort ’em out on the ground.
• ‘Flies high, it dies; low and slow, it’ll go.
• The Cavalry doesn’t always come to the rescue.
• Napalm is an area support weapon.
• Mines are equal opportunity weapons.
• B-52s are the ultimate close support weapon.
• Sniper’s motto: reach out and touch someone.
• Killing for peace is like screwing for virginity.
• The one item you need is always in short supply.
• Interchangeable parts aren’t.
• It’s not the one with your name on it; it’s the one addressed “to whom it may concern” you’ve got to think about.
• When in doubt, empty your magazine.
• The side with the simplest uniforms wins.
• Combat will occur on the ground between two adjoining maps.
• If the Platoon Sergeant can see you, so can the enemy.
• Never stand when you can sit, never sit when you can lie down, never stay awake when you can sleep.
• The most dangerous thing in the world is a Second Lieutenant with a map and a compass.
• Exceptions prove the rule, and destroy the battle plan.
• Everything always works in your HQ, everything always fails in the Colonel’s HQ.
• The enemy never watches until you make a mistake.
• One enemy soldier is never enough, but two is entirely too many.
• A clean (and dry) set of BDU’s is a magnet for mud and rain.
• The worse the weather, the more you are required to be out in it.
• Whenever you have plenty of ammo, you never miss. Whenever you are low on ammo, you can’t hit the broad side of a barn.
• The more a weapon costs, the farther you will have to send it away to be repaired.
• The complexity of a weapon is inversely proportional to the IQ of the weapon’s operator.
• Field experience is something you don’t get until just after you need it.
• No matter which way you have to march, it’s always uphill.
• If enough data is collected, a board of inquiry can prove anything.
• For every action, there is an equal and opposite criticism. (in boot camp)
• Airstrikes always overshoot the target, artillery always falls short.
• When reviewing the radio frequencies that you just wrote down, the most important ones are always illegible.
• Those who hesitate under fire usually do not end up KIA or WIA.
• The tough part about being an officer is that the troops don’t know what they want, but they know for certain what they don’t want.
• To steal information from a person is called plagiarism. To steal information from the enemy is called gathering intelligence.
• The weapon that usually jams when you need it the most is the M60.
• The perfect officer for the job will transfer in the day after that billet is filled by someone else.
• When you have sufficient supplies & ammo, the enemy takes 2 weeks to attack.When you are low on supplies & ammo the enemy decides to attack that night.
• The newest and least experienced soldier will usually win the Medal of Honor.
• A Purple Heart just proves that were you smart enough to think of a plan, stupid enough to try it, and lucky enough to survive.
• Murphy was a grunt.
• Beer Math –> 2 beers times 37 men equals 49 cases.
• Body count Math –> 3 guerrillas plus 1 probable plus 2 pigs equals 37 enemies killed in action.
• The bursting radius of a hand grenade is always one foot greater than your jumping range.
• All-weather close air support doesn’t work in bad weather.
• The combat worth of a unit is inversely proportional to the smartness of its outfit and appearance.
• The crucial round is a dud.
• Every command which can be misunderstood, will be.
• There is no such place as a convenient foxhole.
• Don’t ever be the first, don’t ever be the last and don’t ever volunteer to do anything.
• If your positions are firmly set and you are prepared to take the enemy assault on, he will bypass you.
• If your ambush is properly set, the enemy won’t walk into it.
• If your flank march is going well, the enemy expects you to outflank him.
• Density of fire increases proportionally to the curiousness of the target.
• Odd objects attract fire – never lurk behind one.
• The more stupid the leader is, the more important missions he is ordered to carry out.
• The self-importance of a superior is inversely proportional to his position in the hierarchy (as is his deviousness and mischievousness).
• There is always a way, and it usually doesn’t work.
• Success occurs when no one is looking, failure occurs when the General is watching.
• The enemy never monitors your radio frequency until you broadcast on an unsecured channel.
• Whenever you drop your equipment in a fire-fight, your ammo and grenades always fall the farthest away, and your canteen always lands at your feet.
• As soon as you are served hot chow in the field, it rains.
• Never tell the Platoon Sergeant you have nothing to do.
• The seriousness of a wound (in a fire-fight) is inversely proportional to the distance to any form of cover.
• Walking point = sniper bait.
• Your bivouac for the night is the spot where you got tired of marching that day.
• If only one solution can be found for a field problem, then it is usually a stupid solution.
• All or any of the above combined.

I'll get back on topic with my next post.

My father used to say some of those

Murphy’s Laws of Combat Operations

• Never go to bed with anyone crazier than yourself.
• The enemy invariably attacks on two occasions: When they’re ready or when you’re not.
• No PLAN ever survives initial contact.
• There is no such thing as a perfect plan.
• Five second fuzes always burn three seconds.
• Fortify your front; you’ll get your rear shot up.
• The side with the simplest uniforms wins.
• Odd objects attract fire – never lurk behind one.
• Success occurs when no one is looking, failure occurs when the General is watching.

The most relevant, in context?

@Cedar , you forgot some;

Hi Cedar,

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot was 4502 all about?? I hope this thread hasn't turned into a “Combat Op??????”

highwater

@Ms_Lila was floating back down from the canoe ride I took her on tonight. There were two cats on either side of her head. Durfy. Della. I could hear them purring. Beth Anne was totally naked and her legs were resting on my shoulders and my head and face cheeks were feeling the smoothness of her inner thighs. Warm. Soft. I had her taste, her essence still on my lips. Her scent.

I watched her breathing returning to normal. Her breasts moving up and down with each breath. Her nipples erect. I was running my fingertips over them, around them. I traced from her nipples down the side of her breasts and along her sides. Goosebumps. I wasn't trying to tease or tickle her. I just wanted to touch her. Feel her softness. Her warmth and that glow she gives off, just being Beth Anne.

I'm kissing the inside of her thighs. Softly. Turning my head to kiss the inside of each of her knees. She is so warm and soft. I feel her shifting her body and I look towards her head and see that she had sat up a little. She takes my face in both of her hands and turns me towards her own face and pulls me up for a kiss. She tastes herself on my lips and her tongue follows her taste into my mouth. It was a nice kiss.

When she was finished kissing me, she leaned back on her elbows, “Would you mind slipping my anal jewel into me, love?” She then hands it to me. She had kept it near her head on the table.

I put some lube on it. She is watching my face. Trying to get into my eyes and into my head. I'm not ready for that.

I part the soft, pale, cheeks of her ass just under her pussy and she widens her legs a little. I put the tip next to her rosebud and begin to slip it into her. The way she is moving her body, her hips, helps me align the jewel with her rosebud and I am slowly, gently, pressing it into her. First the tip. Then her rosebud gives way and allows the wide part of the jewel to pass beyond the ring and then pops into her. She gives a soft sigh of satisfaction. Then she pulls my face to hers and we kiss again, and we linger with the kiss.

Beth Anne is so beautiful naked. I can't take my eyes off of her. My fingers are tracing her beauty. She is watching my eyes.

“That was an interesting post, love,” she said. What she didn't say was that she wanted to know what it was about, but she can say things without saying them. She's a friend.

“It was just for some humor,” I told her. “I ran across it after a meeting tonight. Lot's of ”old" friends. Friends from the suck. Someone was talking about Murphy and what an optimist he was, and that there were some Murphy's Rules out there, like the ones I posted." I don't like going to meetings where friends from the suck sometimes show up. It's why I don't go to fucking reunions.

“Indeed,” was all she said, but it had an edge to it.

“I found it and thought it was funny, and there are a lot of old farts here who would appreciate the humor,” I told her in my best no shit no sugar tone.

“Indeed,” she replied in her best “bullshit” tone. Her eyes narrowed. She was deciding on whether to pull the trigger or not.

“Nope, really,” trying to fend it off for another day. Too much introspection leads to fucking drama. I got a naked ginger-haired woman with her legs resting on my shoulders and anal jewel in her ass that I put there. The perfect ginger-haired bush all wet from what I just did to her. I loved putting her in the canoe and taking her down the stream, nice and slow. This was not the time for introspection.

“Bloody hell,” she sighed a little resignedly. “Let's go atop the roof, love. There's a nice moon tonight.”

She was in the process of removing her legs from my shoulders and I was making a move to get my own clothes off. “No, love,” she smiled at me. “Keep your clothes on and follow my ass up the stairs to the roof top. You know, in case i should stumble backwards.”

“Safety first,” I grinned. I think she is wise as to why I like to follow her naked butt up the stairs. I'm not sure though. I'm pretty slick that way.

Hell, I almost stumbled walking up the stairs behind her watching that anal jewel of hers winking at me as she climbed the stairs one step at a time. She needs handrails in that stairwell.

We step out on the roof and there is a little breeze and the roof top is still radiating a little heat. The moon isn't quite full. It is bright. The few clouds around it have their edges looking silver and their center looking darker. Perfect picture. Beth Anne is looking up at the moon and its light puts a pale glow on her already pale body. Her nipples seem to be more accentuated and in contrast to her pale skin of her breasts. Her ginger bush seems darker and in more contrast apart from her pale thighs and her flat belly. The lenses of her glasses have the reflection of the moon on them, but I can still see her eyes sparkle behind them. Her lips, also darker than her pale skin. She glows. Softly. She is naked. She is nude.

There is still a little of the dusk light on the horizon. Her body is silhouetted by the light of the disappearing dusk. She is beautiful naked.

She keeps a mat or lawn lounge cushion on top of the roof so that she, or we, can go up there at night and have a soft place to sit. There are three of them. We arrange them so that I can sit with my back to the wall of a top room. I sit down and get situated so that we will be oriented ESE with the moon at about the 1 o'clock position. I'm ready for her to sit down between my legs and use my knees for armrests if she wants. I am looking up at her beautiful ass as she starts to sit down. Her cheeks part and I can see her anal jewel glint. There's also a slight glint of moisture along her slit where I had been kissing her just a little earlier.

She sits and leans back and rests on my chest and puts her face next to mine. I reach up and take her glasses off of her. They are cutting the shit out of my face. Kinda spoils the mood.

“Ya, big baby,” she snickers.

I let that slide.

I'm making minor adjustments in the way that I am sitting. Beth Anne takes one of my hands and puts it on her breast. I was getting to that, but I just needed to get situated.

I kept that thought to myself.

She wanted to be touched by me. I wanted to touch her. We wanted to look at the moon. The clouds. Feel the night air. The sounds of the world getting ready to call it a day. I am cupping her breasts. Lightly kissing the nape of her neck. She breathes deeply. Sometimes shutting her eyes, but always opening them to look at the moon with me. I'm not touching her to get her hot so we can fuck. She knows this. Her little sighs and her touching my hands as I caress her breasts and body, tells me she just wants to be in the moment with me. No fucking. Just us. That moon. Those clouds.

Beth Anne, very slightly, turns her head back towards me, “It's her, isn't it, love?”

All things considered, and when all is said and done, yes, “… it's her …”

Beth Anne sighed and said softly, “I loved her, too.”

I stayed naked the rest of the night with my anal jewel still inside of me where you put it. 🌹

Thank you @Cedar. 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

A small silicone butt plug for working about in the shop and added to an unexpected lunch time visitor raising my smock from behind and bending me over the corner of my grand desk to where my spot is well stimulated makes for an interlude to die for. 🥵 🥴

Then he leaves. 🌹 I loved it. 🌹🌹🌹

I got a lump in my throat from that one @Cedar . Must be getting sentimental in my old age. 😃

Then he leaves. 🌹 I loved it. 🌹🌹🌹

reminds me of my late father in law. In his 90s he got a girlfriend a few years after his wife died. After they were together a bit my husband said to him, “You Know dad, if you want to marry A—-, don’t worry about what I’ll feel. I like her and want you to be happy.” So he replied, “Thanks son, that means a lot to me. I go out with A and we have a good time. We spend the day together, have dinner, and then I go home to my own house. I kinda like that.” Hubby says, “I get it pop, I get it.”

🤣🤣🤣❤️

@Nurse_Phillips yep. That's the way I read it, too. Heh. Heh.

@LordJim2, I'm getting sentimental in my old age, too.

@Ms_Lila so it was the corner of your desk that was getting to you. I'm glad I could help out.

I've an unexpected visitor. 😈

I've an unexpected visitor. 😈

Well, in that case, enjoy the visitor!!

I've really no business writing this as I am and have been thoroughly fucked after igniting the cum lust demon within @Cedar. He arrived unexpectedly and I set out to suck his cock without much ado or ceremony and as I felt his erection grow in my mouth I felt his fingers clench the back of my head and wrapping tightly in my hair. He pulls my head back and removes his cock from my mouth and strips me naked from the waist down and makes me go to the corner of my grand desk where he knows I've a habit of rubbing one off and he bends me over the over that corner and once again his cock is in my body only this time it is in my pussy.

He's an uncanny way of finding my spot and he presses on it and tells me to to be a right bitch and get to rubbing it off. Those are not his exact words and I've no clear recollection, but set about rubbing my cunt on the edge of that desk as he pulled my hair. Naked pussy on wood hurts and especially with the cum lust and fucking I was having done to me and for me and he was kind enough to put his hand under my pussy as something of a cushion.

I was fucked and here I sit oozing our cum out of my pussy and he is off to his office or somewhere and I found I had left myself logged into zity while he fucked me. If I press post then it's because I don't give a sodding twit about any or all grammatical errors or spelling. I've been fucked.

And there is nothing quite like being fucked to abolish all concerns about sharing your sexuality. I love it!!! ❤️

@Ms_Lila … it sounds like you sucked the … 😈 gentleman 😈 … right out of @Cedar and got what you deserved. 😉

I like that bit about sucking the gentleman out of him. 😈 Hehehe

I like that bit about sucking the gentleman out of him. 😈 Hehehe

Now don't suck too much out. He's got to have the strength to go to the end of that grand desk and suck the woman out of Ms. Lila, which is the way she is able to get down to the base “slut”. Ooooh, ahhhhh!

Now I have an image of @Cedar as the shrunken head ghost from Beetlejuice

Now I have an image of @Cedar as the shrunken head ghost from Beetlejuice

We used to say: “I could eat her out 'til her head caves in”!

I guess a corollary to that could be: “She could suck him off 'till his head caves in”!

We used to say: “I could eat her out 'til her head caves in”!

I guess a corollary to that could be: “She could suck him off 'till his head caves in”!

Probably being waaaay too literal here but I can picture a guy‘s head caving in after a good orgasm sucks him dry but I picture women’s heads exploding like that crappy 70s movie from too much O

EDIT

Scanners. The movie was called Scanners. Not remembering was bugging me.

😆 😅 😂 🤣 💀 😆 😅 😂 🤣

@Cedar said that I can suck the white out of his eyes, and I do try. 😁

😳 🥵 😵 🥴 🤯 and that would be me. 😉

Suck em till ya see the veins in their eyes pop

Another - Suck em till their balls shoot outta their nose

😆 😅 😂 🤣 💀 😆 😅 😂 🤣

@Cedar said that I can suck the white out of his eyes, and I do try. 😁

Yeah, but then he just has blood eyeballs”.

Yesterday, I wanted to strip Beth Anne naked and give her enemas. She closes up shop around noon on Sunday’s and I got the urge to drop by and see her and take off all of her clothes. I wasn’t sure if she would be in the mood or not, or be at a place where she could take the time to indulge me in this “need” of mine to have her naked and me giving her enemas. I was feeling it, big time.

I went over and saw that she had put up the closed sign on the front door. I went around back and only her vehicle was there. I walked up to the back door and saw Durfy and Della peeking out of the side of the blind on the door. I don’t know how they do it, but they always seem to know when I’m there. I was thinking about tapping on the door, but Beth Anne was right there with the cats and she let me inside.

“Hello, love,” she smiled and gave me a hug and a kiss. I kissed her back. I didn’t say anything and stepped back and began unbuttoning her lab coat. Beth Anne nodded her head to herself and figured this was going to be one of those “no talking” kind of encounters.

Beth Anne stood still as I unbuttoned all of her buttons on her frock, from the top to the bottom. I saw that she was fully clothed, at least on the outside. I got her frock off of her and she stepped out of her shoes as I unsnapping her slacks. I got her slacks unfastened and unzipped them and she was wearing underwear. I usually take off her underwear and slacks in a single movement, but this time I slid her pants slowly down off of her hips, down her thighs, past her knees, taking a glance at her mound and hint of camel toe. She put her hand on my head to steady herself as I had her step out of her slacks.

Then came her panties. They were white cotton. I could feel her warmth and her scent seemed to be freed from being inside of her pants all day. I slid her panties off of her hips and was transfixed by the sight of her ginger-bush coming into view. First the top edge of her bush, then lower, the beginning of her slit, down even more to where I could see her lips swelling and moisture forming. Sliding her panties down her thighs, past her knees, ankles, and she steps out of and I put them in the chair with her slacks.

I begin unbuttoning her blouse starting at her top button. She is looking directly into my eyes and her pupils are dilated. I can feel her breath on my face as I continue to unbutton her blouse one button at a time. I don’t make any attempt to keep my fingers from coming in contact with her breasts as I continue to unbutton her blouse. I think I can almost feel her heart beating as I continue my way down. Her nipples are hard and poking through the fabric of her bra and blouse and touch one with the tip of my finger. She takes in a little deeper breath as I do this to her nipple beneath her bra and blouse.

I slid the blouse off of Beth Anne’s shoulders and she pulled her arms out of the sleeves as I did so. I put her blouse on the chair with the rest of her clothes and then I unfastened her bra, her nipples now very hard. Her breasts were warm, soft, and I removed her bra and placed it with the rest of her clothing.

Beth Anne, aka @Ms_Lila, was now completely naked. I had taken off all of her clothes. She let me. She didn’t ask me why. She didn’t pull away. She never gave any indication that this wasn’t the right time or the right place.

I made a motion for her to turn around for me so that I could look at her. Naked. She did without batting an eye. Slowly. I looked at her from the top of her ginger-haired head to her feet and everywhere in between. Her nipples were swollen and erect. Her ginger-haired bush was full and her lips were swelling. I could see some moisture between her lips. I would be kissing those lips in a little while.

I could see that she had some redness around her butt cheeks. I was checking out her interglutial crease, ok, butt crack, and saw that there was some redness between the cheeks of her ass. I had her lean forward a little and saw that her rosebud was showing some signs of having been given a workout. Not a bad workout, but something she enjoyed.

“Would you like a cool enema?” I asked her.

“Very much so, love,” she smiled.

We got the work table ready, no talking, and I filled her enema bag with cool, but not cold water. She rested her legs on my shoulder as I filled up a lube shooter with KY and as she positioned herself on the edge of the table. I parted her cheeks and slowly slipped the lube shooter into her. Slowly pressing on the syringe to push the lube into her as I went, lubing the way as it penetrated her. She had enjoyed some very nice butt sex. Her lips were swollen and wet and I leaned forward and gave her a linger kiss while letting my tongue slip between her folds. I hear her sigh.

I gave Beth Anne the cool enema slowly. Moving the enema nozzle in and out of her and seeing her sigh as I did so. I made out with her pussy and I could sometimes here her enema flowing inside of her. She was so wet. Her sex had been entirely in her ass and had been complete. I could smell the fragrance of her body wash, but it was being replaced with her own musk and warmth. I wanted to feel her every movement as she and I enjoyed my kissing her center and tasting and feeling what she was giving me. Soft moans interspersed with sharp intakes of her breath. Guttural sounds in her throat, which were still melodic even though they came from her core. Beth Anne was cumming.

The enema flowed completely into her while I was going down on her beautiful bush. I didn’t have to look up at her enema bag to see if it was all inside of her because I heard the “kiss” it gave her when it was all inside. I kept my face near her pussy as she slowly came back to earth and I saw her breathing slow. I could feel her moving her toes behind my head and flexing her calf muscles and getting some feeling back in her feet. Then a deep sigh followed by her taking a deep breath.

I helped Beth Anne off of the bench as she steadied herself and got her legs back beneath her. I held her enema bag as I walked after her to the back-room bathroom for her to release her enema. We walked around a little bit and she made her last few trips to get her initial enema out of her.

I love seeing her walk and move while she is completely naked, so I had her walk with me around the loading dock area and the back office. Then we walked back out to the docks and climbed the stairs to the roof top. It was still light out and the breeze was warm and I watched her as she seemed to embrace the breeze and feel the sun on her face and breasts. Then she turned around to face me and put her arms around me and rested her head on my shoulder. I let my hands skim over her body and down her back, up her sides, into her hair, and then back down to finally cupping the cheeks of her ass. She pressed forward into me as I touched her there.

There aren’t any buildings in the immediate area where someone could look down onto her rooftop, but still it was mostly daylight. Her being on her roof top might be a little risky. She unzipped me. Found what she was looking for and a few adjustments, and I was inside of a very beautiful soul and we were kissing each other as deeply as we could. We were kissing when she started to cum and her breathing was chopped and rapid as I found her spot and kept pressing into her. We never broke our kiss as I came inside of her and as she came.

Beth Anne stayed naked the rest of the time that I was there, which was until it got dark. She had to do her closing of her business and I kept Durfy and Della entertained with a game of “red dot” which Della is becoming a fan. She’s a pushy little cat. Not afraid of Durfy or trying to steal the red dot from him. Durfy thinks she is rude. She doesn’t care. Durfy knows that she is still a kitten and it’s good that he has a sense of humor.

I made sure to keep the red dot away from anything made of glass. I know how those cats would be if something got broke. It would be all my fault. Della started cheating. She saw where the red dot came from and so she decided to go for the source. Nope, little lady. That isn’t how this game is played. She’s too smart. She thinks. As for Durfy, I still remember that roll of dimes her dropped on me from the glass vase incident. The lil shit.

Beth Anne got down with her book work, which she did entirely naked. She then walked over to the work table where we had hung an enema bag for her after we got off of the roof. This time I have her the enema a lot slower and I wasn’t as aggressive with her canoe ride. We were winding our day down and we just wanted to take it slowly and just enjoy each other.

It was time for me to go and Beth Anne walked me to the back door. Her clothes were still where we left them in the chair. We still didn’t say a whole lot. We were content with being around each other. Although, I did feel a little tenseness from Beth Anne when I was playing red dot with the cats. She didn’t have to be tense. I didn’t let the red dot go within a mile of anything breakable.

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Beth Anne never did ask me why I wanted her naked. She just let me take her clothes off, just because. 🌹

I'm slightly breathless and erect after reading this post. OMG, the two of you are perfect together. 🌹🌹

What @Cedar didn't tell you is that he and his ‘red dot’ are trouble just waiting to happen. 😈🙄 A certain fellow who likes taking my clothes off and giving me an enema as well as tormenting cats, was leading the furry little innocent creatures on a merry chase all about the shop with that red dot. I was in a very comfortable and enjoyable position with my legs draped over a certain man's shoulders as he was giving me my second enema when I noticed that my silicone enema bag had this bit of a red glow to it. 😳 That was interesting but then there is a red dot sometimes illuminating my enema tubing which is not alarming all by itself, but with two cats 😻 😼 taking a keen interest in said red dot, I became a bit alarmed. I was about to say something but the red dot disappeared and I once again felt lips and tongue making me forget about that red dot for the time being.

I confiscated the ‘red dot’ toy but I would wager he has others. 🤨

@Ms_Lila , unless you disposed of the red dot toy, the cats will know where it is and make sure @Cedar knows as well.