Barry looked at Heather in a way a young child may look at their parent for guidance. It was clear to me that Barry was a loud talker, a nice guy, bu... a talker. Heather was used to making all of the decisions and was tired of carrying the weight of the relationship on her shoulders.“We both talked about this Barry,” she said trying to control her excited breathing, “we both wanted this and decided John would be our first time. I want and need this.”“I know honey,” Barry said, “I just didn’t. But, and you had to know it; I was a virgin on our wedding night. Just didn't want to leave anything out.Yeah, we made up during the tutorial thing, and being the gold plated, pussywhipped, wishful thinker that I was, I let her talk me into falling in love with her. Oh, and she assured me that she loved me to death, and that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with me. Beyond belief? Hell yes, but I had no problem with consciously deluding myself; I wanted her.The wedding was a huge. .."some time" meaning a night in bed with Wanda. Frank fell for her plot and agreed to let me come and spend the night with Wanda. I went over to Melba's house and we all chatted and watched TV for a while, with Wanda and me holding hands and sharing a few quick kisses. After a while Wanda said she was tired, feigned a yawn, stood up, and said that she was going to take a shower and then go to bed. I said I would help her with her shower, if that was agreeable with everyone. Wanda said she. " Grinning, she hadsqueezed my buttocks, winked, and said, "You think so, huh?" Jeez! On a Thursday night, about three weeks after the "fling," aswe euphemistically referred to it, Linda was washing some pots andpans while I dried. I wrapped my arms around her from behind, pressed her upagainst the sink, and gently began to move my hips and groinagainst her bottom. As ever, she pushed her buttocks back againstme and followed my rolling, grinding motion (I believe thatkitchens were.