Such pleasure I had not experienced before and never would with a man, or a horse for that matter, but a woman's touch is something very special and I...shall always remember the things that I felt that night.I don't know where my thoughts went while I was having this wonderful therapy but I was brought back to reality when Elaine started to gently rock me forward and back. I looked back again to see why she was doing it, because I could still feel her tongue deep in me, well as deep as a tongue. Carrying her drink, she found herself in front of a television set with a woman with whom she had a nodding acquaintance, Carrie Smith. Carrie asked, "Vangie, don't you have a daughter named Catherine?"Vangie shook her head and said, "I used to. Why do you ask?"Pointing to the television screen Carrie asked, "Is that her?"Vangie looked and almost dropped her drink. She didn't recognize Bob Costas, of course, but there was Cathy on national television. At a glance she thought how beautiful Cathy. I don’t deny it, I’m fond of women, but no thought of sitting close enough to chat one up, or anything like that, crossed my mind, as I walked down the carriage that Tuesday morning. My mind was still on how I had only just caught the bloody train – how the useless taxi-driver had dawdled all the way to the station, and the queue at the ticket-window…I sat down, with a resigned grunt, in the first free seat I found, dumping my slim briefcase on the overhead rack, and watched as the trees. " But not a privilege?" Caroline prodded."In my heart, I know it's a privilege, but my gut is tied in knots," Barry said."And the skin of your ball sac is squirming and tingling, right?" Dale asked.Barry's head snapped toward Dale and he blushed brightly. Catherine released a giggle."Catherine!" Caroline snapped. "You've underestimated how difficult it is for a man to display his genitals once today. Don't do it again. Barry is doing something courageous. He should have our support, not.