It was an era, maybe the first, when it was easy to learn. Not as effortless as now with the internet, but censorship laws were relaxing, so the knowl...dge was available. It was the decade of Masters and Johnson, Playboy, the reprinted Kama Sutra and The Joy of Sex was only two years away. Our fathers, by comparison, were largely ignorant of their wife’s needs, hence foreplay was rare and the missionary method was the norm. Annie’s lack of experience and sexual satisfaction was commonplace.... See it every time I walk in. Make a point of it, in fact; pardon me for sayin' so love, but you're kind of easy on the eyes." Then his face clouded over in panic. "Oh shit, I hope you were eighteen when that picture was taken. Pardon my French."I could only laugh."I'm Laurie," Skip leaned forward to shake hands without shifting his bulk off the stool. "But you can call me Skip up here." He looked to be in his late forties, greying hair and overweight, but with a friendly, welcoming smile."Hello. I knew everything would turn out this way as I am an easy to get on with. It was the host, Sandy who suggested we play a game. I thought it would be charades, or some form of mime game. Instead she ripped up some paper and wrote on it. The papers were then rolled up and put into two bags, one white the other purple. Sandy explained the game. I looked on open-mouthed as the rules transpired. Everyone was to pair up and, couple by couple, we would to go into the bedroom and interpret the words. She was worried that he could sense how turned on she felt and yet at the same time she didn’t care. The warmth of the alcohol was making her feel more confident, and the growing pulse from her pussy was becoming harder to ignore.Flustered, she shifted in her seat. She found herself staring at his hands, wondering how it would feel to have his long index finger rubbing on her clit. Or probing inside her. Or how his hands would feel running down her body, over her tits, down to her hips. He.