I was, and still am, happy with my husband, Jim. He was the first guy who really swept me off my feet. No, I wasn't a virgin when I met Jim but I didn...t have very much experience. Jim was my third partner and I guess they are right when they say that the third time is the charm.My first attempt at sex was when I was still in high school, with my girlfriend's younger brother. She had given her virginity to her boyfriend a couple weeks before, so she talked me into letting her brother have mine. "Just a couple more passes dear, hang in there." My skin was covered inthe clear gooey gel but it had no smell to it. "Ok Frankie, go wash thatoff and I'll go see what developes." Hanna left the room and I headed tothe bathroom. The gooey material was tough to rub off and I was indiscomfort the whole time. After 10 minutes or so I managed to get allthe gel off and waited on the bed for Hanna to return. 30 minutes latershe strolled in carrying several negatives in her hand. "Stand up for. She walked into the bedroom.As expected, the body wasn't there. John was supposed to have taken careof all that yesterday. She dropped her suitcase. Next, she peeled off hergloves one at a time and put the on the dresser. She unpinned the veil andtook off the fedora and put it next to the gloves. Next, she unbuttonedthe jacket and laid it on the back of the chair. The blouse and the skirtfollowed. She unhooked the bra and released her breasts. She stood beforethe mirror for a moment. She cupped. Then, shaking her head, she turned and went into the bedroom, closing the door behind her.I used the bathroom, and changed into the boxers. I like to sleep nude, normally, but it didn’t seem appropriate tonight. I climbed into the sleeping bag, on the too-short couch, and tried to get comfortable.I failed. Miserably.I guess I’d been tossing and turning for about half an hour when the bedroom door opened and Ally came out.“Rob, this is ridiculous. You have a king-sized bed. There is lots of room.