She knew it was her that it was interested in. She found herself very interest in it. She was aware that her thoughts were not consistent with a marri...d woman but they were just dancing after all. There was no harm in a little harmless rubbing.The song ended much too soon for both Vicki and John. They walked back to the table and sat down. David informed Vicki that he wanted another dance but would give her a little while to rest. Another drink and Vicki was asking David to dance. A surprised. It is not a case of switching roles, or breaking down more conventional boundaries. Both men and women find themselves drawn to engage in social, relation and professional behaviour which tends to transcend the cultural attributes often identified with a specific gender. And irrespective of what society feels about the newly adopted role, deep inside the androgyne knows a type of “home-coming” which defies rational explanation.The inner drive is towards integration and wholeness, motivated in. The TVs all had sports on and I saw a few women but the rest were all men. I sat down at the bar and ordered a soda. I looked around and found three handsome guys at a table. I figured any of them would do.A few minutes later one of them headed over to the bar to picked up another pitcher of beer. He said, “Hi! I haven’t seen you in here before?”“No this is my first time. I just wanted to go out tonight,” I said.He went back to the table as I thought I had blown it with him. He then came back 5. Getting on his knees, he pulled her down by the waist, and then reached around to her aching tits. He kneaded them firmly, taking each stiff nipple between his fingers, deftly rolling and pinching it. Raking his finger tips along her flanks, he grasped her butt, spreading her cheeks, darting his tongue into her crack. ‘Oh God!’ Lynda moaned as she shivered, her exhilaration mixed with last minute apprehension. This was a still a somewhat new territory, albeit one she had been craving ever since.