Winnie hummed out her amusement, still picturing the delightful vision in her head, when Dory asked his question. Pursing her lips to hide the smirk that threatened to split her face in two, she eyed him pensively. "Oh darling... it's a delightful change every once in a while. The ladies have such a softness to them you gents just cannot replicate." Winnie was not a particularly soft girl herself, all elbows and lean muscle, not much of a bust to speak of, but a buxom lass with thick legs was something she dreamed about. Often.

"They however cannot do what we just did either, so both have their merits." Both at the same time was the ideal situation, everybody got what they wanted (generally), but was unfortunately not something she'd been able to talk anyone into. Of course even finding ladies willing to indulge her was tricky, but she had a friend or two that she could coerce every once in a while. Women with experience knew what they wanted and another woman could obviously sympathize to mutual satisfaction; it worked out splendidly