"Yeah, like, in front of your vagina."I tried to imagine what she was talking about. While I'd touched myself a few times, even to orgasm, I'd never t...ought to try to slip a finger inside my hole. I wasn't even sure how something could be 'in front of' my vagina, exactly. I shook my head, "I didn't know. Like ... everyone has one?" I think so. Maybe. Girls, of course. You probably have yours. Here," she said without shame, leaning back on our bed and pulling up her nightshirt. I'd seen my. She looked away from me, her eyes widening as if she saw a familiar face. She smiled as a young, handsome man approached. He, too, had auburn hair, cut short and well groomed. He kissed her cheek and took her hand, leading her into the room. I took a sip of my drink before acknowledging the tug at my elbow. It was Georgette Jeffers, the hostess. I smiled and took her hand, softly kissing the back. She smiled and giggled lightly, calling me a charmer. I smiled with my eyes. We made small talk. Because of his liking the penis and his sheath, he had lived for a while acting quite the reclusive lifestyle, aware from study about horses or stallions and how they mate; being that is what Karen made of him. He had decided what his only future meant he could never marry. Random chance change all that, when he happened to meet someone that meant something more to him than for a sensual pleasuring, he let her see his dilemma, but she still wanted her stout man to marry her.When after his. They had different topics of conversation, and different values For instance the first week they were together, Rota took him to dinner at a large house belonging to a Lord Winchley, a quite elderly man, and a close friend of her previous husband. Tony was not used to wearing a dinner jacket, and was rather self conscious and anxious about the whole affair.Lord Winchley's wife Susanne, was a quite young slim blonde girl, who spoke with a strong French accent. She was somewhere about Rota's age,.