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Subject: Re: To Shelly Author: alvin (pooped (pun intended)) [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: Tuesday, August 26, 2025, 09:25: am In reply to: Shelly 's message, "Re: To Shelly" on Monday, August 25, 2025, 08:19: am I read with much interest about bowel movements, and enemas. I feel deprived because I have had only one enema in my entire life and it was done when I was I believe four years old, maybe three. We moved to Oregon when I was four, so I was no older than that. I remember my Mom giving my invalid Grandpa an enema on the back porch on a wooden table. I didn't know what she was doing and she told me she was giving Grandpa an enema and did I want one. Yes, I said. She said when I'm done with Grandpa, you can have one. I was only wearing shorts so I took them off and got up on the table on my belly. I had no idea what was going to happen. She said tell me when you have had enough. She stuck that nozzle in my rear and turned on the flow and in just a second I said enough! She kept the flow going and I was yelling enough! and stop! and was kicking my feet and trying to get away! I remember leaving a trail as I ran away. My Mom once asked me if I would like another one and I quickly answered no! These must be strange children if they like getting what I got that day on the back porch. Once was enough. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]