"We would be more comfortable."As we approached the dark corner, the two bar girls stood up without really looking at us and moved to a booth. I sat o... the long vinyl bench. Brenda stood in front of me between my legs. I reached up, put my hands on her hips and really looked at her for the first time.She dressed better than the other bar girls who looked more like strippers or hookers. Her red blouse was unbuttoned almost to her navel revealing a sheer red bra. The bra offered some support, but. You noticed that he has stopped and wonder, wanting him to continue. Then you feel the oil on your skin as he rubs it in. It feels so good almost erotic. Intently you listen and wait, naked, vulnerable.You hear the clink of his buckle and the sound of clothing pulled off. You think to yourself did he just get undressed? I really should leave. But something deep inside makes you stay. You feel his warm hands again on your shoulders, kneading the oil into your soft skin. So relaxing, so sensual.. "Okay, here we go," I told them nervously. "Please, Nicky. Just remember that I'm doing this because I love you very much."Then I began replaying my conversation with Catherine on Tuesday morning for them."I know you have lots of questions," Grandmother Catherine said. "But first, I want to tell you a story..."I fed it to them slowly, cutting it off as I was crying. Without saying a word, I slipped from the bed and started for the door. All three memories together had taken less than five. " Not quite the cuddle party I was hoping for, Mother. Womyn! What thehell mommy. They just let their clitori do all the thinking. I swearto the goddess, I didn't see all their faces, but I saw some of thesame vulvas four or five times. Not so much as a pat on the head.Just "next!" Why can't I find a nice womyn, who wants to shag mybrains out, and then just hold me tight and tell me sweet nothings, andthen take me shopping, and then you know, shag me again, but you know,in a caring,.