It would take more courage than I ever thought I had, but I had to break out of this straightjacket of conventionality I was trapped in!Getting up fro... my chair I walked straight to my window. Naturally, the kid dropped the binoculars and ducked down out of sight. So, I just stood there in the window, waiting, my feet spread shoulder width apart, my hands on my hips like the Colossus of Rhodes or something.Sure enough, the top of his head, then his eyes appeared above the sill of his window. I. There isn't (and shouldn't be) any shame associated with any sexual act—rimming included.Still, feeling some hesitation and even a little embarrassment about rimming is normal, for the very reason I state above—the anus is one part of our body that we have internalized a great deal of shame about in our culture. It takes overcoming some of that to even entertain the idea, let alone actually attempt it. You might want to try some other forms of anal play first—fingers or toys—before you move on. She hadn’t been in touch with her family since she arrived, not after what her father had tried to do to her. How could any father try to have sex with his own daughter? Even if he had been drunk, it was still wrong. She left home the following week, and arrived in England a month later.Since then, as far as she was concerned, her family was a thing of the past.And now. So was the city.There were no other passengers getting off at the station, and no one in sight as the train pulled away.. She said it felt really weird especially in front of guys who she knew well in an odd sort of way. Plus everyone was in the same boat so it wasn't too bad.But unfortunately, it was my wife who was forced to surrender her third piece of clothing to the growing pile in the corner. She remembered her first feeling of embarrassment (met with equal enjoyment from the guys) as she found herself sheepishly deliberating with Susan over article of clothing she should remove first - her shorts or her.