Well, this is a rubber, Ill put it on so you cant get pregnant, OK?. Can I put it on?, she giggled. I opened the package and handed the rolled up shea...h to her. She looked at the flat ring of material, and obviously didnt understand what to do with it. I took her hands and showed her how to place and then unroll the sheath down my penis.Ahhhh. She ran her fingers tips up and down, feeling it. Its slippery. Its lubricated, I pushed her onto her back. Her legs were bent at the knee and I placed. The glass doesn't allow anyabrasion to give relief and you find yourself rubbing your breasts, now coldand wet from the condensation, against the glass in a desperate attempt toget that wonderful relief that you crave. At the same time you are trying torub your thighs together to generate some friction in your now chilled butburning pussy. It is a fine sight to behold and though you are past caring one or two passersby have to look twice but can't believe what they are seeing and carry on. I don't know how long they let me sleep but when I awoke, I felt somewhatdisoriented. It took me a moment to focus and then realize that Ms. Catsuitwas by my side, slowly stroking my hair. Then I noticed something else. Shewas naked. I looked up at her quizzically but had learned enough to refrainfrom speaking without being spoken to first. "Did you enjoy your exercise, Dana?" I heard Grahame ask from behind themirrors. Ms. Catsuit twirled my hair around her fingers, entertaining herself. Like. "No more fuckin' taxes," Dick yelled one night, " Fuck them IRS bastards."No matter how Dick put it, the tavern goers agreed with his ideals. A buzz began to circulate and it was long before CNN had heard about the man from the little hamlet with the big ideas."Mr. Head, I'm Lucy Chow with CNN news. We'd like to come to Intercourse and interview you," Dick heard on the phone."Well shit yeah, come on up," he replied.The cameras were set and the town was all there to watch the famous Miss Chow.