No, hell no......or we will send the 'British' Oscar Mayer weiner-mobile to pick you up, and ride you in front of the Queen.
Depending on the friends you pick to hang with, and I have no experience here, male or female-wise.......[some areas are made for entry....some ONLY for exit, and even entry points should be respected, not treated like we lived in Sodom and Gomorrah, or at a Roman orgy...San Francisco for that matter]
But, fall is a fine time to friendly fist with folks, foreign or favorite, or for finding future fisting friends...for fun or financial frenzys, as fornication is as fluid to some as fine wine....forgetting their fukd up faults to further their fancys....if you favor such frantics. For me, and folks I fart around with, it is futile and fukd up weird with no foreseeable future for any change in the forecast for us, female or any family member. More focus is found on the failure to admit any flatulence and finding the fault by seeing the first flaring of nostrils.....to further convict the farter, or fartee, that fades away from the group....in somewhat a felonious fashion. Fear not, the fartee, or the fartesse, is always finally found. The failure is always finite by the lack of finesse, found in the freedom that the foolish farter/fartesse failed to realized from the beginning. The facts are that farting with family and friends is far more fatuous than fisting with friends and family, very funny at times, especially when fat Uncle Frank farts, or Grandma Francine fills the foyer with foreign aromas.....and MUCH less forgiving on the skin and muscles than fisting........One...oh fuk....two.... oh my fukn God....three......no fukn way Jose. Sick fukn funeralistic fantasies that feed a fukd up demonic failure of the future. Fuk the fierce new freedoms of the faulty favorite few that feel they are free from the fiery closets, and now force their fears on us......finding folks like me will forever fuel full resistance and fury to their favorite fun. Fuk them to.....inFinity.