She flopped on her back and rubbed her vulva with the cloth, but still the turpentine burned her mucus membranes. The dyke walked over to the lectur... demonstration table, which contained a sink for chemistry experiments. She took the hose from a Bunsen burner and fitted it on the water spout. "Best you get your shoes off and remove your panties, so you can reach where it hurts. Marie frantically tore at her Nikes and finally was shoeless, naked but for her white cotton bra. She sawed. That morning we paid special attention to find the least "girlie" clothesfor me for the trip into the village. I was dressed in a somewhatneutral top (t-shirt) and shorts (cut a little high, but acceptable).The sneakers and low socks definitely were for a girl, but not toonoticeable. I was finally satisfied with my attire, and off we went tothe village.Before we started with the shopping, we agreed to stop at the diner forsome breakfast. We were both dying for some prepared food, as neither. As unnatural as itseemed to us, our overwhelming desire eventually became to please theladies and avoid pain. Progress was rewarded. Lack of progress waspunished with increasing severity. It was a classical case ofconditioning.Charlie and I eventually became modestly proficient at ballet positionsand moves. We could not perform lifts or joint moves with ladyballerinas but they began to call us novice danseurs (male ballerinas).Privately, the ladies were overjoyed if even somewhat surprised. She was moaning and with one jerk shoved it in. She yelled and her whole body quivered. She raised her legs, I kept stroking. Her moaning alternating with some words was on. I kept the pace under control trying to delay as much as possible. She wrapped her legs around my bums and quivered and moaned loudly. I couldn’t hold any longer and cummed. She had a tear drop on her cheek which I licked. We kept lying side by side talking generally as to what she was doing, where she belonged from and in.