I could lead up to questions like, "When did you last have sex?" If they answered that, I knew I had them in the right mood. It always worked, so I co...ld go on to the next phase.I started opening the false back and asking the dopey, compliant female to put her clothing back together and step over the bench with the toilet seat into my shed. I'd ask her to expose her private parts and lie on the bed with her legs spread wide. She always would.You'd be amazed how many women just never have sex. ..in the process, I lost my pants and shirt and suddenly just sat there in my undies...and before we knew it, we were on the couch, kissing each other passionately. She took off her jeans and blouse and our kissing became more and more passionate. I loved to see how the more passionate we became, the younger and even prettier she looked. She really seemed to enjoy it and so did I(she's a good kisser). We decided to move to the bedroom(the only room with 4 walls that would give some kind of. He knew how babies were made, but I had let him think he was in control of his sperm. When I broke the 'good news' to him he scratched his head and made sort of a embarrassed smile. We were married within the year.Neither Henry nor I believed that we should limit our sexual experiences to each other. My man wasn't a creature of repressed religious doctrine, or America's sexually ignorant culture. I taught him good. Funny thing was, we never really did go outside of our marriage for sex. Henry. Boy was I slaving in the kitchen. I was concentrating on getting everything right. I had a bit of smooth vanilla yoghurt and few strawberries and blueberries. I had freshly squeezed orange juice; boy did I go through a learning curve as a male novice in the kitchen with the juicer. But man it looked good. This brekkie was a labour of love. The coffee was fine, well self interest was operating with that machine every morning. I knew I was basically out of my depth trying to poach an egg, grill a.