I started to turn the car through the gates but the guy told me to park out on the road so that we could walk Margie naked from the car to the house. ... heard Margie giggling at this idea, and I decided that if she wasn't worried then I wouldn't be either.It was totally deserted around about, however it was still exciting seeing Margie getting out of the car stark naked and giggling as she hurried towards the house."She won't be so happy when she's coming out later", the guy whispered to me with. We’ve always slept in shirts and undies and I was always a little bit ... umm ... not scared, certainly. Not even nervous, but, perhaps, a little trepidatious. I mean, sleeping with a guy might not have caused that. Or, at least, not that kind of trepidation. That’s a whole ‘nother animal, I would imagine. But, you know, sleeping with another girl, well, what would the neighbors say?“No, the fact that we were naked made it easier, somehow. I mean, we wouldn’t be naked together unless we cared. He was happy to use protection and I had bought back from the States a supply of female condoms which I felt very comfortable wearing (they are bikini bottom style).I was wet on the day and met up with our friend and my escort and asked him what he had made of the man I was to encounter. He was reticent but said that he thought that after checking him out he seemed genuine and totally interested in as much vaginal sex as he could provide me.So we checked into the room (standard double bed. Unfortunately, most of the changes were for the worse.My acne was so bad that I looked like a victim of the pox and the dentist had decided that I need to have braces. Compounding the situation was that fact that, while my father and mother tried, we still barely made ends meet. So, when I had started to sprout out in all the right places quite suddenly to the extent that I needed a new wardrobe, things just got worse. I found myself having to decide choose between three options: trying to wear.