.. my pussy is soaked Dave. I think it's dripping.''Oh wow. Can I feel baby? Can I play with your pussy sis?''I dunno...' she hesitated.'What's wrong?...' I asked, sensing her unease.'I'm really wet Dave and well, I don't know if my pussy is... you know... normal.''Why would you think it isn't? The rest of you is perfect so I'm sure your pussy is too baby. C'mon sis, it's ok, don't worry about stuff like that. Anyway, I've never seen a pussy that I didn't like! Seriously. Now c'mon, it'll be. Finishing my inspection, I found myself staring into his pretty orbs as I waited for his next move. Patience isn't my strongest skill, so I was grateful when I didn't have to use it. One moment I was in the middle of the room, the next I was on my back in bed. His lips closing over mine as he ground his hips into me. Pleasure was washing over me. I began moaning into his mouth. Lifting one of my legs, I settled him more squarely between my thighs, loving the feel of his erection rubbing against. Sensing there was more to Angel than the well-behaved little innocent she was portraying I decided to push the point."So your mom keeps close tabs on you and doesn't let you have boyfriends?," I asked in a surprised tone."Well not exactly, I mean she's not that bad," responded Angel, "its just that I could be a whole lot naughtier given the chance, if you see what I mean."I told Angel that she was now confusing me and asked bluntly whether she was getting it or not."Well yes, from time to time,. Therefore, if ‘Castration Festivals’ really happened we’d have heard about them. So the films weren’t documentaries. They couldn’t be. Then it struck me that just as many women are loath to admit they’ve been raped, so very few men would admit they’d been neutered; neutered, moreover, in a humiliating and excruciating way. And this was supposing they did go back to their former lives. Perhaps they didn’t. Inference: it was plausible - just plausible - that ‘Castration Festivals’ were real. I.