Once, sexuality was women's entire arsenal for attaining a measure ofautonomy by controlling men and acting through them to effect, as muchas possible..., their own wills. Sex, for women, was the currency ofpower. Now that they are granted political and social power, they donot dispense with the power of their sexuality--or, at least, theyounger ones among them do not--for their sexuality makes them desirableto men.Even if they no longer need to control men sexually, women enjoy theattention. She was about to make a final decision for marriage in those days. She thought of giving me a try. She always used to sit in the next row to my bench and just a bench ahead of us backbenchers. The reason for sitting so back in the class was nothing to do with us backbenchers.This was because she joined the college late (after diploma direct entry to the second year of engineering). So was not having many friends (girls). She was fine to talk to all the boys. We were also normally talking with. It was so pleasurable that I forgot thepain of having my teeth pulled one at time without any anesthesia. To beclear, I absolutely felt the acute pain of every tooth being pulled frommy head, but quickly forgot my suffering because of the pleasure of thesissy sucking on my nipples.Ultimately, I was fitted with a special set of dentures. They could beeasily popped out for any man who wanted to fuck my throat without therisk of teeth. But they could just as easily be locked in place, makingit. There were a few couples out either walking or lying on the sand like us. We reveled in the breeze's light touch across our fully accessible bodies. The salt spray was a bit chilly, so we retreated to the deck and rinsed off under the outdoor shower. I retrieved a blanket from the bed, and we snuggled up and listened to the sounds of the ocean.We obviously dozed off and woke to the first light of the morning. Mary's hand migrated to my morning wood and seized its length. She disappeared under.