I hadn’t tasted anything so soft since I had been gone. Her lips pressed against mine, and I could feel the hunger in me just start to take control.... I kissed her harder, holding her chin up, so she could not break the kiss before I had my fill. She sighed a little and I touched her lips with my tongue, licking them softly, tracing them. I slipped my tongue inside her mouth and out tongues touched and started dancing and flicking like salsa dancers. I moved my hands down over her chest and. I felt my insides fill up and stretch out. The burning sensation was subsiding but the pressure was too much. I knew I needed to relax. She showed no signs of stopping. I told myself that this will be over soon and we'll have to have a "talk"."How do you like being fucked like a woman?" Rachel asked with a smirk on her lips.I shook my head and tried to tell her no. "MMPHH" MMPHH"."You love it do you?" she responded. "Well I'll just have to go deeper then."Rachel started to fuck me rhythmically. My first reaction was to leave, but as I said I looked over at Catherine and saw she was relaxed and enjoying herself. My curiosity got the better of me and we stayed till it was time for the bar to close, then we had to leave. After that night we started dropping in there more often, and as happens when you start becoming a regular, you start to meet others. People were still very wary of whom we were, and of course we were concerned about those we met. After all being queer in those days. The young man pulled back in shock and asked, "Isn't that a little extreme, Sir?" Sonny, I don't think it is extreme, but it might be too late for anyone to do anything about it," the old man replied."What do you mean?" the young man asked, feeling uncomfortable with the conversation.He hadn't expected to get into a political conversation. He had things to do, and places to go. He thought it would be a good deed to spend an hour with some old veterans, before he rushed off to attend to the rest.