She was massaging my feet, first one then the other, pulling,rubbing, kneading, god she was such a goddess. her white babydoll literallyglowed on her ...an body. her hair, still pulled back in a severe ponytail,swayed back and forth as she worked my feet. without saying a word shespun on my chest and looked down into my eyes, a high heeled foot on eitherside of my head. "So do you like my place?" she smiled and pinched my nose. I wasstill very drunk, I could not even say a word, I was too. We walked quickly down the corridor till we reached a janitors closet. Clarence pulled out his pocket knife and jimmied open the door, roughly he pushed me in to the closet and close the door. The closet was the size of a small walk in closet with a lot of extra stuff stashed insides. Clarence pulled his cock out and started to stroke it slowly saying 'get on your knees bitch. You gonna suck this dick real good, if you know what I mean'. I got down and he walked over and stuck his cock right. WhenMandy suddenly stopped sucking and moaned out something unintelligble,Marilyn stood up, pulling her dick out of Mandy's mouth in the process,and took a few baby steps back from Mandy's head."What did you say?," Marilyn asked."Back off. Your dick is pretty big for me to be sucking at that angle Iwas at." Oh, OK. C'mon, sit up. It's be easier that way."When Mandy sat up, she finally got a clear glance at what she wasdealing with. As Marilyn's dick dangled downward as she pulled off hershirt,. My desire was to understand her as a person, another human being, an individual. Oh, to have an unbreakable union with someone of the opposite sex such as an understanding of each other from the soul. A genuine exchange of selves. Not of bodies, but of actual selves at a spiritual level. I think that is what bothered me in that sparse restaurant that night. I was sitting across from a boy who had always been that boy for his whole life, with no experience of "her," that is my, body. This.