DIVING LESSONS

Older women and younger men I never thought it would happen to me, but it has! How lucky can a lonely gal get?

My story begins one year ago when I was moving into a new apartment after my divorce. I was carrying in some boxes when an attractive blond kid came over and offered his assis tance. He told me that his name was Danny and that he lived in the adjoining building with his parents. I did need some help, so I accepted his offer and Danny helped me get my new apartment in order.

One evening a few days later it suddenly dawned on me that I hadn’t had a good fuck in over three weeks. Since my divorce, I hadn’t been out with any men. What to do? I had a few drinks and decided to go for a swim to try to cool off. I put on a white string bikini and headed for the pool.

It was already quite late and the pool lights had been turned down. As I stepped into the cool water, I heard someone behind me. It was Danny. He was wearing a pair of low cut swim trunks and had quite a bulge in front. He explained that his parents were away for the evening and that he’d decided to join me for a swim.

We sat on the steps of the pool and talked. I noticed that every time I moved my leg in the water Danny’s eyes would check out my crotch. Also whenever we touched, his skin felt so smooth and warm that I was beginning to turn on to this teenage boy.

I was now feeling quite high from the booze. When Danny continued to glance at my crotch, I thought, “What the hell?” I spread my legs and slid down so that my string bikini was snugly taut in my slit and Danny could clearly see the outer portion of my pussy. I looked down and noticed that his cock was straining against his trunks. This aroused me and I knew then that I had to fuck this kid. I began making my plans.

I told Danny that it was getting a little chilly and invited him to my apartment. I stood up and my outer cunt lips were visible and no more than six inches from his face. I gave him plenty of time to take a good look, then we went back to my apartment. I put on some records and changed into the sheerest, most transparent robe I had. It nicely revealed my large pink nipples and the dark patch of my pubic hair.

Danny could hardly speak when he saw me. “Why don’t you take off your trunks and wrap yourself in this towel?” I asked. “You’ll be more comfortable that way.” When Danny returned with the towel around him, I motioned for him to sit next to me.

I asked Danny about the girls he’d dated and he told me that he’d never fucked a girl just some heavy petting and a hand job here and there. He also told me that he’d never really gotten a good look at a cunt. When he said that, I shifted my legs so that my robe parted and my throbbing, moist pussy was half exposed.

Danny couldn’t take his eyes of my soft mound. He had quite an erection, too, and it was obvious by his heavy breathing that he was a hot little number. Then I made my move.

I leaned over, tongue kissed him long and deep and asked if he’d like a good look at my snatch. He stammered yes and I placed his hands on my ample breasts and let my robe fall off my shoulder down to my waist. Danny looked at my tits, carefully touched them and slowly began to kiss and suck on them. I stood up and my robe fell to my feet. His eyes nearly popped out of his head. I looked down and could tell that his dancing cock was stiff as a rod under the towel, It looked enormous. When I sat back down on the sofa and started rubbing my hot cunt, Danny asked if he could touch me there. My pussy was already dripping when he stuck his fingers into my open slit and started to finger fuck my hungry hole. Soon we were both moaning and groaning with pleasure.

Next I reached over and pulled his towel down to expose his beautiful virgin penis. The head of his cock was so fat and round that I could hardly wait to feel it inside me. I gently stroked the entire length of his erect shaft. Danny then asked if he could get a better look at my sweet pussy. I positioned him on the floor in front of me with his head between my spread thighs. I slid down and spread open my cunt lips and he examined me thoroughly with his hands. I then told him to kiss my luscious cunt. He hesitated for a moment, then slowly began to kiss and nibble at my swollen pussy. I placed my hands on both sides of his head and guided his wet face up and down the entire length of my slit. As I furiously pumped my hot cunt into his face, his darting tongue suddenly penetrated fully into my love hole and I came immediately. Much to my surprise, so did Danny!

After regaining my composure, I told Danny to stand in front of me and I licked the last drops of delicious juice from his now semi hard cock. He was soon erect gain and ready for his first fuck. First, I told him to caress and kiss my breasts. Then I spread my inner lips over his member and teased him by taking only the head of his penis into my vagina. And then I released it! Danny begged me to put it in again, so I placed his hands on my waist and we both watched as his stiff cock slowly disappeared into my pulsating pussy.

Danny began moaning and pumping wildly. I told him to settle down and relax, that I’d do all the work. I raised up and took about half of his cock in me. I rocked with very short strokes, so that we could watch his slippery penis go in and out of my cunt. This proved to be quite a turn on for both of us. After a few minutes of this, Danny yelled that he was going to come. It was now time for me to take all of his young meat inside me. I rode him with long, hard thrusting motions, taking in every inch of that virgin cock. We each had a wonderful orgasm and I collapsed on Danny’s smooth, tanned chest. He held me tight and then rolled me over onto my back. He began kissing and licking my breasts and stomach and surprised me by lifting my legs and working his way down to my come drenched pussy. Before long he had licked and lapped and sucked me dry.

Danny and I have had several very satisfying fuck sessions during the past year and, needless to say, Danny has become quite a little stud around the pool.

Xaviera, I’ve never felt guilty about seducing Danny that summer evening a year ago. I feel that I’ve helped a young man to know and enjoy his sexuality at his peak. Also, I’ve provided him with a degree of sexual pleasure and erotic fulfillment that he might never have experienced with a younger woman. I’d welcome your comments on this matter AS.

Not only have you helped a young man, but you’ve also helped yourself to an eager, sex starved stud. Nothing wrong with that in my eyes. How many first experiences in bed are as good as the one you’ve described in your letter? We teach our young people everything except how to screw. It’s always been the men who have gone after the virgin girls. Although I dislike the predatory aspect of deflowering as many virgins as one can, there’s nothing wrong with an older, loving person showing a novice a few tricks regarding getting laid.

The part of your story I like most is your display of compassion when Danny first came prematurely. A younger girl might have become upset, feeling that her own orgasm had been denied. You, however, had the patience to give the boy a second chance. And as you discovered, it was the chance of a lifetime at least, until you find your next teenager.

THE WRONG STUFF

Lets forget all the bullshit and get right down to the truth: My husband of one year and I have been practicing oral sex for over ten years. Now that we are married, we are experimenting with some more conventional ways of fucking. We have tried many positions, but no matter what we try, the same thing always happens. We have a lot of X rated films and a shelf of books that guarantee to add that extra bonus to one’s sex life. I have even tried making the entire weekend one big seduction scene, but I always get the same result.

What result? I’ll tell you. My husband has never been with another woman. He started dating me when I was fifteen and I taught him everything he knows about sex. Don’t get me wrong. He is a very good student, but there are some things a girl can never teach a man. He has no idea what foreplay is and he cannot prolong the sex act past eight or ten thrusts. I’m always left high and dry. I have tried telling him to slow down, but when he does he goes limp inside of me, I have even tried getting myself real hot before I seduce him, but it is not the same as having a man get you so hot that you can’t stand it. My husband loves sex, but I am beginning to have a “Why bother?” attitude. He can make me come orally, but I’m getting absolutely nothing in return when we fuck.

My question is this: Is having a wonderful sexual climax just another letdown like the Santa Claus lie we all grew up with? Just what should a woman feel during sex? I am sure there are many other young wives who ask themselves the same question. We hold on to our virginity like our mothers told us, but for what? A big let down!

Sometimes I wonder if sex would be better with another man, someone who has really been around and knows what he is doing. Unfortunately, my husband is really straight and would be totally crushed if I ever fooled around. We have talked this problem over and he thinks I should tell a doctor that I don’t feel anything during intercourse. But wouldn’t the doctor just think I was putting the make on him? M.E.

You are a prime example of the argument that people should have pre marital sex. Maybe if you had screwed around a bit before marriage, you wouldn’t be so hot to trot. Your problem seems to be that you consider your husband purely as a sex object. What does your relationship with him mean to you? Think about it and perhaps you’ll revise your present opinion of him. Regarding sex play in bed, most men see foreplay as a kind of duty. In our orgasm conscious society, a woman needs foreplay in order to achieve her climax sooner and better. I have often asked men whether they really enjoyed performing foreplay or was it something they felt they had to do. Some didn’t even like the whole idea of it.

I would take your husband’s advice and see a gynecologist. In fact, why don’t you both make a pact and consult your physician? Obviously your spouse needs to control his orgasms and perhaps there is something wrong with your vagina like a hooded clitoris. Good luck!

THREE WAY DANCING

I’m a nineteen year old coed at a Florida university. During my winter break I took a job as a bottomless dancer in a high class club that is located in southern Florida.

One night I was dancing on a table for a young lawyer type gentleman. I was only wearing black patent leather high heels. His eyes were glued to my snatch as I was grinding to the music. After dancing eleven consecutive songs for him, he reached up and slipped a fifty dollar bill into my cunt. I leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek and couldn’t help noticing that his crotch was wet with come. As he thanked me, he said that he’d arranged for all my drinks to go on his tab. Yes we dancers had to pay for our own drinks. A high class club, but cheap.

Usually I drank only two or three shots of bourbon a night. However, I took advantage of the gentleman’s free drinks and by eleven thirty that night I was having trouble keeping my balance. Somehow I managed to keep going until two in the morning, when then club closed. By then I felt a little better. I’d only been working at the club for two weeks but got to know the other girls, the managers and the owner quite well. One of the managers told me that the owner, Jeff, had the hots for me. I was kind of hoping he’d put a move on me, since he was very handsome and sexy. I was also attracted to Melissa another girl who worked at the club. She was the best dancer there and made twice as much money in tips as the other girls. She had long brown hair and a perfectly proportioned young body. There were rumors that Melissa and Jeff screwed all the time and I often fantasized about going to bed with the two of them.

After work that night, I overheard Jeff and Melissa talking about going out to breakfast. I took my time getting dressed. Jeff and Melissa were sitting at the bar after everyone else left. Still high as a kite, I walked over to them and invited myself along for breakfast. They both laughed and Jeff said, “who do you think we’ve been waiting for?”

In his classy Continental, Jeff drove us to the restaurant or so I thought. Instead, he took us to a hotel. The next thing I knew, I was back in my “Dancing attire” minus the high heels. Soon we were all nude on the huge bed. Melissa began licking Jeff’s thighs and balls and Jeff gently guided my head to his crotch. Together Melissa and I sucked and licked his cock. Then Jeff pulled me up so that I straddled his face and he began sucking and tonguing my pussy. I knew I wouldn’t come, because I had never been able to before, but I did become incredibly excited.

Then I felt Melissa’s hot breath and light kisses on my neck and back. I turned my head to caress her tongue with mine. We slid over to lie down beside Jeff, all the while sucking each other’s mouth, ears and neck. Jeff sat up and moved behind us. He rolled me over so that I was on top, face to face with Melissa. He kissed and licked my ass and thighs while I kissed Melissa’s soft, warm and sensuous mouth. Then I felt the most indescribable sensations I’d ever experienced in one swift movement Jeff was lying on top of my back, ramming his hot dick in and out of my cunt. I screamed in excitement and pleasure. For a long time Melissa and I Frenched as Jeff pumped my hot, wet pussy vigorously and deeply.

I thought Melissa might be getting uncomfortable under Jeff and me, so I slid up onto my knees and Melissa eagerly began to tongue my dripping, hot pussy. Without missing a stroke, Jeff slipped right into her box. As he began fucking her, she got more and more carried away. Her tongue was now thrusting in and out of me like a cock. I was shaking with excitement. All of a sudden I felt my pelvis thrusting and humping uncontrollably. Spasms of electricity shot up from my calves to my mouth and I moaned and gasped in ecstasy. This was my first orgasm ever and it was the most tremendous feeling in the world. This night was also the first time I’d ever made love with another woman.

A little later Melissa came as I sucked her breasts while Jeff performed cunnilingus on her. He came twice once in the deep wetness of my cunt and once all over Melissa’s tits.

We knew we couldn’t stay all night. After a quick shower together, Jeff drove us both home.

Xaviera, I enjoyed this experience so much that I’ve been desiring another woman ever since. I’ve taken a straight job for the summer and I sleep with my fianc every night. I’ve talked to him about my experience and my desires and he says he’d love to try a threesome. But how do I find another partner? How can I begin to seduce a woman? I don’t know any bisexual women. Do you think it would be better for my boyfriend to pick up a girl and bring her home for the two of us? What about picking up a lesbian at a gay bar? R.R.

Working in a bar as a nude dancer should have given you plenty of opportunity to check out the feelings of your sexy co workers. Generally, if a girl is into a threesome with one man and another woman, she’s also into at least a degree of lesbian sex play. How could she not be? After all, with lust three of you in bed together, you’re all going to have to touch and caress each other at least occasionally.

Why don’t you and your boyfriend just go out together to cruise around? The shy kind of woman you are not, my dear go ahead and hunt!

THE MAGIC BUS

Several months ago in Forum, you asked your readers to write to you about their sexual experiences while they traveled in Europe. Well, it’s taken me all this time to finally write to you about my own illicit sex experience.

Last summer my husband and I went to Europe as sponsors for a group of high school students. Altogether there were around three hundred young Americans involved in this tour. However, our group of students numbered around twenty, so keeping an eye on our group kept us busy most of the time. As you know, such tours travel by bus from place to place. We traveled on one particular bus for the entire four week Continental tour.

Being on the same bus every day, we all got to know and like our bus driver. He was really good looking and exceptionally well built. I wouldn’t call myself a “knockout,” but I m attractive and have an above average body. I should point out here that although my husband and I are happy together, our sex life is not very exciting or active.

Anyway, our driver was German. I speak some German and he spoke some English enough that we could converse, using our hands for sign language. From the very beginning of our tour, I felt that the driver was watching me a lot and eventually he began to flirt. He knew I was on the trip with my husband, but I don’t think that mattered to either of us. There were a few times when he and I were somewhat alone (as alone as you can possibly be with three hundred students around) and were able to “talk.” First, we talked about ourselves generally and then we moved on to more personal areas. I think we both knew from the beginning that we wanted each other, though there didn’t seem to be any opportunities to make love together. But whenever he had a chance to touch me, he would. Every time he touched me, I got very turned on. There were times when I knew he was staring at me and I’d touch my tits or crotch to arouse him. Sometimes the bulge in his pants got so huge I was afraid he might come right on the spot. It was the most intense flirtation I’ve ever had. But as the trip progressed, I was afraid we’d never get a chance to be together and fulfill our desires.

Finally our chance came. One evening when we were in Paris, I stayed behind at the hotel with a sick girl while my husband took the rest of our group out to dinner. By mid evening the girl was feeling much better, so I left her to go to my own room. I decided to stop in at the hotel bar first and noticed the driver sitting by himself. I went over and sat down beside him and we had a couple of drinks together.

During our conversation he learned that my husband was gone for the evening, but no mention was made of our getting together. I finally excused myself to go to my room, thinking, “So much for that. It would have been nice.” By the time I got to my room, however, I was so horny that I decided to take matters into my own hands. I went to my friend’s room, hoping he’d be here. Evidently he was expecting me at his door with a drink for each of us. He said he had suspected I might come to him and would have been disappointed if I hadn’t.

He undressed me slowly and then for a long time we simply stood, embracing each other. Eventually we began to explore each other’s body with our hands and then our tongues. (We didn’t speak at all until after we had both climaxed.) Then he led me to the bed and gave me the best tonguing I’ve ever had. He was an expert at oral sex. Then it was my turn to eat him: Several men have told me that I give great head, but I’ve never seen anyone so appreciative of my skills as my German friend was. Actually it was a little difficult for me because he must have been nine and a half inches long, but somehow I managed to swallow his whole dick, deep throat style, while he ate out my pussy. After that we tried several different positions. It all felt so good and seemed so natural with him. It was like we had been together dozens of times before and knew exactly what pleased each other. We each came five times that night.

We were not able to fuck again during the rest of the trip, although we continued to flirt unmercifully. I was sad not only to leave Europe but also to leave my friend.

I’ll never forget my German friend. He was the best part of the tour!

C.D.

Sex on the road you won’t find me running it down. How glad I am to hear that other people like to travel in style, too. You see in the past year I’ve had oral sex in an airplane, sucked off the captain of a Grecian yacht and his first mate, and made love to an Israeli tour guide in the back of his bus. As you can see, I get around!

ORGANIST’S FEET HEAT UP HIS ORGAN

I’m a twenty year old male with a secret fetish. You see, I get very turned on by a young lady playing the pedal board of an organ in her stockinged or bare feet. She must, however, have shapely, sexy looking feet, with long, slender toes. I love to go to different churches regularly, sit up front in the first pew next to the organ and watch some female organist’s feet push those pedals.

Well, this one night a college choir was to sing at a nearby church. Of course, I was there in the first row, next to the large pipe organ. I hadn’t been sitting there long when a gorgeous blonde came up to the organ, sat on the bench and kicked off her clog shoes. I want to tell you, Xaviera, they were the prettiest pair of shapely female feet I’d ever seen. As she started sliding about the pedals in her stockinged feet, I came in my jeans. I knew I had to get to know her better.

After the church service I asked her for a date, and now two months later we have a great relationship going. Many times I’ll go with her to the church when she wants to practice on the organ. I usually lie on the floor next to the pedal board, so I can be as close to her feet as possible. She just doesn’t realize what she does to me when she plays the pedals in her stockinged feet. I go crazy inside.

My problem is that I’m afraid to tell her that her feet turn me on so much. I’m afraid she’ll think me odd and leave me KB.

I’ve been told that a beautiful young organist who frequently played at the Victoria Hall in Geneva used to wear haute couture sheath tight dresses, which she would unzip before using the pedals. What’s more, she’d perform this operation with her back to the audience.

Your fetish certainly is innocent enough. I think you can tell her the truth.

JAILBIRD’S WIFE STOLE HIS GIRL

Two months before I was thrown into prison, I was going out with this girl, Denise. She’s eighteen, and I’m twenty two. I’m also married, and I have two children.

Well, prior to meeting Denise, my wife, Jackie, and I had broken up. Why? Because she caught me in the sack with another woman, of course. Since our separation, I’ve tried eating up every pretty thing with a snatch between her legs. And, if I must say so myself, I’ve always had my mouth full. And then I met Denise. She turned out be everything I had ever looked for in a woman.

Denise was very close to being a virgin when I met her, but it turned out that there wasn’t anything that she wouldn’t try or wouldn’t do. Even though it took me three weeks to get into her little fuzz ball, once I got in there, it was hours before we wanted to stop moving.

Before I met Denise, I was one of those wham bam thank you ma ‘am men.

I was even like this with my wife you know, the kind of man who cares only about getting his own rocks off. Not with Denise. There was something special about her that I just couldn’t understand. But, believe me, I wasn’t complaining.

Well, there was this particularly cold day in November. Denise and I were at my apartment, and we were trying to make the day warmer with the heat from our lovemaking. It might not have made it any warmer outside, but we were sure working up a sweat between the sheets. We went at if for what seemed like all afternoon. Exhausted as hell, we finally curled up and slept for a while.

We were sleeping in one big ball when I felt someone tapping on my shoulder. I turned over and opened my eyes to a waking nightmare. It was Jackie, my fucking wife! I didn’t know what to do. Even though we were separated, we weren’t actually divorced. And, before leaving me, Jackie had said that if she ever caught me in bed with another girl she’d get me somehow. Upon seeing her, I let out a scream that awakened Denise. She was frightened as hell, of course, and asked me who this strange woman was. You see, I had never told her that I was a married man.

I introduced Jackie to Denise as my wife, and I know Denise was really pissed off. Jackie then called her girlfriend into the room, and in walked a tasty lady. She had the biggest tits that I’ve ever seen, and the ass to go with them.

My wife and her friend started whispering about something, and meanwhile Denise lay back in the bed, eyeing them first with suspicion and then curiosity. Soon Jackie and her friend began removing their clothes, and the next thing I knew they were under the covers, making love to Denise. I had crept out of the bed and stood by watching in disbelief as my wife covered Denise’s face with her pussy, and her friend started to suck her tits.

All of this really got me going, because I’ve always had a fantasy of seeing girls make love together. In no time at all Denise started to get off on this little game of Jackie’s. She began to eat my wife’s pussy, and I could see that Jackie really enjoyed that. My wife’s friend meanwhile had her ass poking up in the air while she was working on Denise’s little fuzz ball. I moved up behind her and put it to her. Apparently it hit the spot, because she started humping those hips and begging for more and more. She was so hot that she went down on Denise’s snatch and sucked and licked it all until I could literally hear the juices flowing.

We all went on and on like this. When we finally stopped to rest, I asked my wife what the hell her plan was. She looked back at me with this shit eating grin and said, “To pay you back, you motherfucker.”

Not long after this happened, I was thrown in jail for stealing a car, and I still haven’t gotten out.

Nowadays I get about two letters a week from Jackie and Denise, but each time it’s just one letter, with both of their signatures on it. In these letters they always talk about the love they made the night before. They go into every small detail, and I get a real case of stoneware cock when I read them. They’ve mentioned in their letters that they are living together and that they never think a night is complete without sex.

But this is what it boils down to: My wife stole my girlfriend from me. Since they really seem to love each other, I’m left out in the cold. What can I do? J.T.

Not much. Frankly, if I were you, I’d forget about these two women. If they really are in love, then there’s not much place in their relationship for a straight man like you. Obviously they’re writing these letters just to torment you. Yet I somehow doubt if their affair is for real. True lovers tend not to disclose their deepest feelings for each other to a third person.

The sooner you stop reading their letters, the better off you’ll be. And next around, don’t hide the fact that you’re married. Or, even better yet, get a divorce.

GROOM LEFT HIS LIBIDO AT THE ALTAR

I’m a newlywed, and I love my husband very much. But he can’t seem to function without his father. All of our finances, decision making, decorating and so forth have been dominated or handled by Ted’s father. I finally realized what was going on, and now it’s even affected our sex life.

I finally told Ted how I felt. He replied that I should leave him alone and leave his father out of it. What ever his father says or does goes. Consequently, Ted and I have been arguing a lot lately, which has destroyed our sex life altogether. Even when we forgive and forget, Ted does what he has to do in bed, and in ten minutes it’s all over. No foreplay, no experimentation, no sensitivity. But I need the attention, and I need to know that my husband wants me.

Even when we were dating, Ted was very evasive about sex. I thought he was shy, or maybe even embarrassed about something, so I never brought it up sex, that is. During the year that we dated before getting married, we actually had sex only about three times. Ted doesn’t even French kiss. Now, after six months of married life, Ted still hasn’t loosened up. Not once has he gone down on me. When I ask him to eat me out, he tells me I’m sick. When I try to give him a blowjob, he pushes me away and tells me how disgusting I am for doing something like that.

It’s been four months now since we had any sex at all, and I’m getting pretty damn horny. I still love him and do not want to start screwing around, but I do have needs and desires, as any healthy twenty seven year old woman has. Should I start masturbating and ignore his frigidity?

I’ve tried talking to him and have cried over the situation. I’ve even tried threatening him. But nothing works. He tells me I’m a nymphomaniac. To this day he always leaves the room when I undress you could almost say that Ted has never seen me naked in broad daylight. He refuses to undress in front of me, and sleeps with underwear or pajamas on.

Please help me. I do love him, and he is in other respects a very good husband. I do want my marriage to work. B.D.

If you really want my honest opinion, I think perhaps your husband doesn’t really like women at least, not as sexual mates. I realize that there’s more to a good relationship than sex, but it is rather important. If it makes you feel any better, statistics show that the major problem among newlyweds is sex. Most of these people work their problems out sooner or later. Of course, if you look at the divorce rate, you begin to wonder if most of them don’t.

If the marriage counselor idea is vetoed, I really think you have no alternative but divorce. Unless, of course, you like not having sex with the man you’re married to. The choice is yours. Good luck!

FRENCH ENCOUNTER SPOILS HIM FOR OTHER GIRLS

I’ve had a problem with my sex life for about two months now. Maybe you can help, Xaviera.

I’m an eighteen year old guy who lives at home. Recently, my parents and I traveled to France for a vacation. We were staying in a plush motel right across from a public beach. The women walking around the motel were fantastic full breasted and tight assed. Unfortunately, there was a high wall that I couldn’t see over, separating me from the beach and those bikinis.

One day my parents went off on a shopping trip. As soon as they were gone, I got the idea to go to the beach and gaze at that ass. Little did I know what was in store for me.

I put on my bathing suit and crossed the street to the gate of the beach wall. When I strolled inside, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing: men and women swimming and walking around completely nude. I almost flipped. I walked to the middle of the beach and stared at those men and women as they kissed and even screwed in the sand. I felt embarrassed, for I was the only one with a swimsuit on. Hesitantly I spread out my towel and lay down on my stomach, constantly shooting glances at the naked women dancing around me. I was dying, and felt like jack hammering to China through the towel.

After about ten minutes of ogling around, I heard a female voice, definitely American, say, “Hi, there!” I turned around, and my eyes fell upon the most beautiful naked woman I’d ever seen, which hadn’t been too many until then. Her breasts were large, but very firm and upright. Like her ass and the rest of her suntanned body, they were brown as berries, and as big as gourds. Her whole body was very shapely, and her brunette cunt hair looked wonderfully soft and inviting.

She asked me my name, casually brushing a few grains of sand from her pussy hair, and from there on I knew what was in store. She sat down beside me and we talked for a while, but all I could do was stare at those beautiful tits. She noticed this and said at last, “Why don’t you take off your suit? You’re the only one with one on. It’ll make you feel great to run around naked.”

I nervously peeled off my suit, revealing my super hard cock. She looked at it and said, “Let’s ball, like everybody else here.” She then took my hands and placed them on her boobs. I began to caress them, fingering the nipples and cradling the sun warmed undersides of her jugs. Her mouth went for my cock and she began licking it, bobbing it around in the air with her long tongue. When she began sucking my balls, I shot my boiling wad. She quickly licked up all my sperm.

She immediately asked me to lick and suck her nipples. They were very hard, and I thoroughly enjoyed loving them with my mouth. Then she took one of my hands and placed it on her drenched pussy. I fingered her hole, and she moaned with delight. Finally, she pushed me down, mounted me and guided my still throbbing organ into her pussy. She was very tight, and as I came, she also shuddered with a violent orgasm.

After resting awhile on the beach, the two of us ended up going to her apartment for another fuck session.

My problem is this: I haven’t fucked a woman since then, months ago, and every time I think about the sex I had in France, I almost go insane. How can I solve my horniness? Should I go to a whorehouse? Would masturbation help? Can you advise me on some good jerking off techniques? Please help! N.G.

Your problem is basically one of locating a horny girl. You were very fortunate that the girl on the nudist beach literally threw herself into your lap. Unfortunately, such pickings are usually not quite so easy for a boy of your age. The problems to overcome are many: (1) Where do you meet girls? (2) What do you say when you meet a nice girl? (3) How do you convince her to make love with you? (4) Where do you go to be alone, if you’re both living with your families?

I suggest you take it easy, look around, make a pass at yourself every now and then (via your right hand) and land a girl whenever the occasion arises which it will with increasing regularity.

YOUNG COUPLE COMING UNCOUPLED

My wife and I are both twenty and we have been married for about two years. Frankly, I’ve been very bored with our sex life for a long time. We have talked about this a lot. Sometimes the sex works for a few days, but most of the time our lovemaking is just plain lousy.

One of our biggest problems is that I love oral sex and she doesn’t. She is turned off by it, even my doing her, but especially about giving me a blowjob. Also she doesn’t like to screw in any position other than the missionary position. Well, after two years, it gets rather boring.

I’ve played around a few times with other women and I’ve loved it. These women really got off on oral sex, and that I liked. If I’m eating a woman out and she doesn’t show much emotion, I feel like, “What the hell am I doing?” Which is now the case with my wife. We have sex only about twice a month. I went with her in high school, and we did everything for four years. She would always blow me when I wanted it, too.

You could say I have an obsession with oral sex. Whenever my wife and I ball, she doesn’t climax until after I do and sometimes it’s too late because I’ve gone soft. I will have to admit that I’m premature on orgasms. I have asked her to help me to last longer, but she says I last long enough. Do you think two minutes is long enough? I don’t, and most of the other girls I’ve screwed don’t think so, either. Xaviera, please give us some suggestions. P.L.

This seems to be a classic example of two people both lacking sexual experience. Jealousy like your wife’s is typical in these cases and is only a reflection of feelings of inadequacy. However, the problems aren’t such that they can’t be sorted out with the help of self education and a bit of patience. Your wife seems very repressed sexually. Perhaps you can help her by providing some guidance with sex guides and magazines. If this fails, you might both try seeing a marriage counselor.

Your problem with premature ejaculation could stem from a number of areas. First, you are still young, and many men of your age climax too quickly. Also, it is more difficult for a man to control himself if he and his partner remain in the same position throughout intercourse. Generally speaking, the missionary position brings men off the quickest. One guy I knew had problems with premature ejaculation, but after a few sessions in bed with him, I found that he could not achieve an orgasm when he was lying on his back. So every time he was about to come, he’d just roll over on his back, and we’d screw as I sat on his cock. Many men simply change position when they are about to come, and this works in preventing their orgasm until they’re ready to come. I’d say your problem is, similarly, one of position.

VIRGINAL GUY SICK OF HIS INNOCENCE

I am a twenty six year old virgin male, and I have no female friends who can take away my “innocence.” I need advice on how to pick up girls. Let me explain briefly why I’m in this sad predicament.

I went to a conservative, all male college. After that, I taught in an all male high school. So I’ve had very few opportunities to meet members of the opposite sex. I’ve also been plagued by shyness when it comes to women. Fortunately, I now teach in a school where there is an even distribution of men and women in the faculty, and day to day contact with these women is helping to boost my confidence. Nevertheless, these women are either married or engaged.

I hunger for intimate contact with women. I’ve never even masturbated.

The only time I ever had an orgasm, other than the usual wet dreams, was a complete accident, My high school had just held its annual Christmas dance, and I attended as a chaperon. At the end of the dance, one of my students asked me to drive her home. I could tell she was upset about some thing, and by the time I got her home I had managed to get it out of her. She was having boyfriend troubles, and while we were parked in her driveway, she fairly spilled her heart out to me.

I put my arm around her shoulders to comfort her. She rested her head on my shoulder as she continued talking, but her closeness was too much for me. Her perfume, her beauty, the sensation of her breasts against my chest it all began to interact madly in my brain. Thankfully, in the semi darkness, she was not aware that I was having an orgasm.

To a certain extent I have over come my shyness with women, but I’m at a complete loss on how to screw. Can you advise me on how to get myself into circulation? J.B.

Begin by making a pass at yourself. Take your erection in hand and start rubbing it. If you have problems, add some Vaseline. Don’t become an addict to masturbation. Just get the feel of your own cock, and imagine what pleasure it could give to some woman.

If you ever do manage to get a lady into your bedroom, it is indeed better for you to be bashful than to try coming on like the biggest Don Juan. Let her show you the way. And if you are both virgins, you will just have to learn together. Everybody does, you know.

SEDUCING THE BOY NEXT DOOR

Four years ago, when my wife, Rita was thirty one, she went to bed with an eighteen year old high school student in our neighborhood. After a sub sequent relationship of about two months, they were discovered by the boy’s mother. This ended their affair for sure.

I am ten years older than Rita. My first reaction, when I learned about her activities, was anger, jealousy and a feeling of inadequacy. Then, quite quickly, these negative feelings gave way to a strange kind of joy about the thrill of sharing my wife with another man. I practically begged her for details. As soon as we got into bed. I’d try to combine our lovemaking with the increasing excitement of knowing that she had turned on, and been turned on, by a young man. Was the boy a good lay? Did he have a big cock? Had she taught him my techniques of foreplay? Had he eaten her pussy? Had she sucked his cock?

Rita was not guilt ridden about robbing the cradle, but, rather, was quite pleased with herself for having seduced a good looking boy. She answered my questions, but did not elaborate. I wanted more than yes and no, but she began to clam up. She wanted no part of a regular inquisition, and I had to cool it.

And so our love life resumed its silent routine. Rita tolerated me, never rejected me, but wouldn’t let me share her other life.

Very recently, I found some letters which revealed another of my wife’s relationships. My attitude now is only that I want to be included in some way. Remembering the fiasco of four years ago, I’m reluctant to broach the subject, and I know that I don’t want to go through again what took place back then.

How can I get her to deal me in? I don’t want to join them. I only want to enjoy reports of her experiences and to know when they are together (preferably in advance of their planned meeting).

I think it would be very exciting for me to know precisely the moment they are fucking. Even as a pure fantasy, this idea does wonders for my masturbation sessions. If I could bring reality into the dream, it would sweeten it a whole lot. Of course, I’d love to watch, but I know this is out of the question.

Xaviera, I know you’re a total woman and wise enough to conclude that I blew it four years ago with my confessional routine. I also think you’re creative enough to give me some sound advice on how to proceed now. Please. L. S.

Obviously, your wife prefers her secret affairs in private. Quite frankly, I don’t blame her. But if you must satiate your curiosity, why don’t you tell her you’ll be going out of town on a business trip for a few days? Then come back into the house unannounced, when she’s screwing with one of her young studs. Be discreet, and maybe even hide in a closet, where you won’t be found. That should certainly give you something memorable to masturbate about for a few days.

Although your wife refused to have sex with you unless you jerked off for her friends, it looks as though she’s quite dependent on you. If she demands too much, just say. “No, and if you ask me again, I won’t jerk off for you anymore.” Two can play her game.

Then again, if you like jerking off for other women, you should do so. And to ensure that you won’t be known around town as the Fernwood Jacker, why not ask these other women including your wife to engage in sex demonstrations themselves? That way you’re all in the same boat. What’s good for the gander, and your wife seems to enjoy a gander, is good for the goose. Or the geese.

THE BIG FURRY

I have what I feel is an unusual fantasy. It involves tall, heavyset women. I love to see big, husky women in fur coats. Just the thought of being picked off the ground and bear hugged by a husky woman in a fur coat makes my head spin. My real problem is that I’m six feet tall and weigh two hundred and twenty pounds. So the women who could handle someone my size are few and far between. My only hope is to try to find a lady wrestler or weightlifter. Since you’ve been around as much as you have, perhaps you could tell me where I might possibly find a girl like the one I’m interested in. B.B.

Try placing an ad in the personals section of your local paper. I’m willing to bet that there are a lot of big gals out there who would love to take a tumble with a guy like you. You may be surprised by the response.

LOOKING FORLOVE

I am a male, forty eight years of age, in perfect health and my sex drive is very high. I must say in all modesty that I desire sex far more frequently than most men of my age, and this has become a problem in my life, especially with my wife.

Corinne and I are the same age, and our marriage had spanned twenty two years when, four years ago, she began to cut me off and deny me her sexual rewards. It was the old story headaches, tiredness, pains of one kind or another, until she finally admitted outright that she no longer wanted to have sex. That was all well and good for her, but what about me?

My wife had had hot pants from the night of our marriage until she gave it up. Yet Corinne was the type of girl that a fellow would not have looked at twice, even if sex was on his mind. She was skinny as a rail, her legs were toothpicks and her bosom was barely existent. She had practically no ass or hips, but she did possess the best pussy any woman ever had. On our second date she readily consented to my having it, and after three hot dates she and I married. I had no intention of allowing her to have any other man besides me. From the very beginning (and it was her first fuck), she was a powerhouse of a woman, wrapping her legs around my body, clutching me with her arms. She gauged her tempo to meet mine, and instead of my fucking her, she had fucked the hell out of me! Not until we reached the state where she no longer wanted to engage in sex was I really the aggressor it was Corinne, pure and simple.

Then, one afternoon at the office, we gave a party for a woman named Margaret, who was retiring. Margaret was then sixty two years old. She could have passed for a woman ten years younger, although she did have a matronly figure. She was a really good looking woman. And while dancing with her I wondered why I had never considered her as a possibility. She made no effort to push away my hand as it moved gently over her big, rounded ass, nor did she seem perturbed when I bent down and gently kissed her smooth forehead.

I became braver as the evening passed, and was soon kissing her full on the lips and caressing her breasts. She was clinging to me more tightly now, and I blurted out, “Margaret, let’s leave and go to your place.” I knew she lived alone and was a widow. I was nearly struck down when she agreed. We slipped away and went out to my car for the ride home. Margaret slipped across the car seat and put her hand on my leg. She pressed her body very close to mine, and I slipped my arm around her shoulders and held her even closer to me. When we finally stopped at her place, she reached up, took my face and brought it to hers. Then she grasped me in a long, sucking kiss. My cock was so hard I thought it was going to burst right through my pants. There was no doubt in my mind what awaited me inside her house. At the door Margaret fumbled around in her purse for her keys, and I nervously managed to get the door opened. We almost moved through the door together, giggling like two teenage kids. Once the door was closed, we came together in a close huddle. She was pressing her crotch hard against my cock, and her arms were almost squeezing me in two. She was as hot as I was, if not hotter. She stepped back from me and began to peel away her clothing, and the more I saw of her body, the faster I did the same thing. She was almost running to the bedroom, and I was in close pursuit. By the time she got to her bed, we were both stark naked, and she flung herself down on her back and spread her legs so I could enter her quickly and easily.

Her pussy was a mass of movement it was literally begging me to come inside. But as much as I wanted to plunge my cock inside, I had to have the delicate taste of that pussy first. So, without further ado, I slammed my mouth hard into her sweetness. Margaret more than appreciated it. She began to have one orgasm after another, and I was lapping the moist, sweet juices from her as fast as my tongue would move. I was as deep inside her as I could reach, my hands were pawing and clawing at her buns, and we were both making noises of utter delight. She was begging me to put my cock inside her and give her a real good fuck she needed it that badly. Margaret almost passed out as my cock entered her. She let out a gasp and looked into my eyes and said, haltingly, “Oh, it feels so good! I love it I love it ” I kissed the words from her lips and felt the rising and falling of her huge tits. In a few minutes we exploded together.

I lay on top of Margaret and felt the pulsations of my cock as it continued to pump far inside her. She groaned and seemed to be gasping for breath. Her breasts were heaving up into me and felt like hardened balloons. Her nipples were poking into my chest and, unbelievable to me, my cock had begun to rise back to its glory. I reached down, grasped her legs and pulled them upward until I was nearly on my knees. I began to pump into her with all my strength. She was moaning over and over again, and I felt my balls slamming against her ass. The softness of her pussy and the sight of her big breasts heaving and bouncing were more than I could stand. I exploded.

I have no idea when it ended. The next thing I knew, I awoke in Margaret’s arms. She lay alongside of me, her leg across my side, her arm under my neck, her lips near my own. I put my arm over her and drew her close to me, kissing her lips yearningly. I was at peace with the world. Before dawn came we made love again.

Since Margaret came into my life, there have been no other women. She’s all I want and need, and she can completely satisfy both my emo tional and sexual needs. I deeply love her and she loves me. Furthermore, I want to marry her and spend the rest of my life with her. That’s no problem she’ll marry me as soon as my divorce from Corinne is final.

But Corinne tells me that I’m making a mistake in wanting to marry Margaret. Many of my friends and relatives are telling me the same thing. I am as aware as they are of the difference in our ages but, at my time of life, how can it make so much difference? Right now I’m willing to settle for whatever amount of time we can have together and not worry about what the future holds.

My two daughters love Margaret, not as much as they love their mother, but they respect her and are aware, to a degree, of the sexual problem I had with Corinne. I know many will say that marriage should not be merely sexual, that it should also involve love and mutual admiration. However, I am just as aware that a marriage without sex is not a marriage.

All I want is to have the reassurance (from an outsider) that marriage with Margaret has a chance for success. In a way, I guess we are already married, for I have been living with her openly for the past year and fully regard her as my wife. Our nights are not spent in wild sex orgies, as some would believe, and we have many interests in common.

Margaret is a very gentle woman. She’s kind and considerate, and she does everything to show her intense love for me. In our short life together, we have never had an argument of any consequence, nor has she ever raised her voice to me in any objection. I don’t regard her as my mother, nor does she regard me as her son. We are two people deeply in love. I can’t believe anyone would prefer a marriage like the one Corinne and I had, in which she fully knew that I was out running around every night with one woman or another, to the kind of marriage I will have with Margaret.

L.S.

Of course you should marry her. If age is what you’re worried about, statistics have shown that women in general live longer than men. Though we’re called the weaker sex, we are in some ways much stronger.

It seems that one of the last barriers between lovers age is finally being eradicated. At parties I’ve attended, I usually find myself much more intrigued by older people who have a “young head” on their shoulders (but a lifetime of experience). Of course, I still find it stimulating to teach a young man the art of living and the art of screwing. So you see, each person can have his or her charm, depending on which role you feel like assuming. Good luck with your future wife, and my congratulations!

HOSPITAL HIGH JINKS

I personally enjoy your advice but would like to object to the woman who felt her marriage had taken a turn for the worse when her husband became a paraplegic. I’m a paraplegic and very sexually active. I hope your readers don’t think that paraplegics are incapable of getting hard ons. If your readers believe that, then I have a beautiful nine inch ruler to teach the blind with. Maybe the writer of that letter should have asked a nurse.

Last year I was in a hospital for knee surgery. Each time I have to be hospitalized, I get a private room and lie back, waiting for an attractive nurse with the right medicine. Believe me, there are nurses who can give you more than just a good back rub. Sure enough, on this one visit I got both a private nurse and a lovely woman therapist. These ladies certainly knew how to appreciate a paraplegic’s sexual capabilities.

With the door closed in my private room and a white towel covering my tool, I watched with pleasure as my braless nurse walked across the room to me, her nice tits shaking. She perched on the edge of my bed, and we made nervous conversation. Her skirt was incredibly short. Slowly, the towel poked upwards into the air. I was more than surprised when she announced she had to shave my pubic area. I was ecstatic as she smiled at the pointed towel. Removing the towel, she said, “Your fingers didn’t lie. You have long fingers like a pianist, and you have a super long dick.”

I was breathless as she made that statement. Then she started anointing my hard cock with warm water. When she dropped the towel and bent over, I almost gasped. She wore no underwear and I could see a beautiful, blonde bush. She looked up and asked, “You like blondes?”

“Yes,” I answered, “but most blondes don’t have such lovely blonde cunt hairs.”

At that she stood up, lifting her short skirt so I could get a really good look. She then spread her legs, sticking her index finger into that gorgeous pussy of hers. Smiling, she stuck that same index finger into my mouth. She began shaving my pubic area as I playfully teased her wonderful cunt and nipples. As she finished, she wiped me dry. Then she teased the head of my circumcised cock with her tongue, working her mouth over my cock. I don’t believe either of us heard the door open.

“That sure looks good,” said Brenda, the physical therapist. She told us to continue, and she pushed a chair against the door. She disrobed in seconds.

Brenda was in her early twenties, and she had jet black hair and an olive complexion. When she removed her bra and panties, she revealed large breasts and a good crop of black pussy hair. As I exploded in my nurse’s warm mouth, Brenda mounted the bed, sliding her knees under my shoulders. She opened her sweet pussy with her fingers. I sucked that harmonious cunt as she rode my face. She was able to spread forward as I ate, and I cupped her wonderful round buns. It was great and I felt myself explode again. My nurse was giving me the greatest head as Brenda rock n rolled her cunt into spasms of pleasure. Later I chewed my nurse’s delicious clit.

The three of us became good friends, to say the least. Brenda and Gloria were bisexual lovers before I met them and, strangely, prefer paraplegics as lovers.

I hope you print my letter. I don’t want paraplegics disenfranchised be cause one woman lacked knowledge. M.H.

It’s all a matter of taste. What pleases one woman’s sexual aesthetic will turn another woman off. We hear far too much about people being all basically alike. It’s the differences that turn me on.

GOODY TWO SHOES

My boyfriend of more than two years and I have a beautiful relationship, sexually and otherwise. He is thirty two and I am twenty four. We live together and make love four or five times a week and twice on Saturdays and Sundays. We had regular sex before we lived together, but it was only after we moved in together that he, started going down on me. He said that he had never done it before, but you couldn’t prove it by me be cause no one had ever eaten my pussy before. To me he’s an expert he makes me have three or four orgasms with his tongue before he fucks me with his beautiful eight and one half inch cock and brings me off another two or more times before he comes with me.

He says he enjoys our lovemaking completely, but I think that deep down every man wants to have his cock sucked. Now, I’ve never had enough love for any man to want to satisfy him completely this way until now. The thing is that Marty, my boyfriend, has put me up so high and thinks so much of me because, before he came along, I didn’t fuck around. He thinks of me as a saint, and I’m afraid it will turn him off if I just start sucking on him one day. It would be even worse if I asked him if I could suck him.

We’re in the nude all the time, and I have been so tempted to take his beautiful cock in my waiting, wet mouth. I don’t want him to think badly of me, and I don’t want to ruin our sex life. Hurry! Tell me what to do. We were both tired last night and didn’t fuck, so I’m horny as hell. I might not be able to wait for your answer. Tonight he’s going to eat my pussy in grand style, and I only wish to return the feeling. R.W

Since you both have been with other lovers before and neither of you found the other in a virginal state, I can’t see the point of playing the totally straight inexperienced housewife, high up on her pedestal. It might well be possible that your boyfriend is as anxious for you to suck his cock as you are to do if, but you are both too concerned about “mutual respect.” So neither one of you ever gets anywhere except frustrated. Don’t hesitate next time you are in bed. Just turn your body in the so called 69 position, where each of you is lying, say, on the right side, facing the genitals of the other. While he goes down on you, you can begin by stroking and caressing his penis and scrotum and then gently, bit by bit, taking his beautiful cock in your mouth. Or else, surprise him one morning when he wakes up with a morning erection and is still half asleep move down between his legs and suck his cock.

LOVE FROM ON HIGH

About six months ago I decided to go to college. I’m nineteen now. I decided on a local, religious affiliated school. When I inquired about it, I was told that the tuition was much less for confirmed church members. I immediately checked out the churches around me and found that I could attend adult evening classes to complete my confirmation. But this was quite hard, what with my work schedule, I had hoped to enter classes this fall, and I had no time for dating girls.

The pastor of the church told me I could attend the regular adult evening classes as scheduled and that he and/or his wife would try to fill me in on whatever classes I had to miss because of work. After I had missed one, he called and asked when it would be possible to meet with me, and we agreed on a Friday evening. He came over, and all went well.

The next time I missed a class, his wife, Roberta, called me and said she could fill me in on what I’d missed. I agreed. When she came over, I found her to be very professional in her approach. We talked most of the time, and it really was a refreshing evening.

Then, on the following Friday eve ning, although no meeting was scheduled, Roberta came over. She said she just wanted to review a thing or two. I became somewhat disturbed about this unexpected visit but acted pleasantly. As we sat in my living room, I just couldn’t help noticing her very shapely legs. Her mid length skirt allowed nothing to peek at, but she was indeed quite attractive. Roberta left after a short time, but asked in a very quiet tone if she could come again next Friday. I couldn’t refuse, as she was so sincerely nice.

When Roberta came over the next Friday, her apparel was definitely more hip: knee length dress, sandal shoes, very flowery, patterned dress. As she sat across from me, I couldn’t help seeing much of her inner thigh, and later on I saw up her crotch to her panty girdle. After coffee, she went upstairs for a minute. Then we again sat down on the couch and discussed religious beliefs, marriage and you guessed it sex. But, to my disbelief, as I was slyly peeking up her skirt, all I saw were her stockings sans panty girdle. I was so flustered that I lost my train of thought. She knew and asked, “Does it surprise you that a clergyman’s wife has feelings of love?” I quickly replied, “I guess everyone does.” She got up, came over and said, “Can we close the drapes?” I looked surprised, and Roberta closed them herself. Then she came over to me, put her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. She then told me to let everything go, and her hand went right into my pants. I opened her blouse, and her bra was off in a second. After I sucked on her nipples a few seconds, she groaned loudly, then lay down on the couch. I pulled down her panty hose, and we moved to the floor. I gently nibbled on the soft flesh of her creamy thighs.

She asked me to get on top of her. She pulled my leg over her head (my pants were already off), and my dick slid into her mouth. She stopped and said, “Now do it as if you’re doing it in my cunt!” I proceeded to fuck her mouth, and deep, too! When I came, she took it all in. She then said, “You owe me one now!” After fooling around a bit on the floor, she sat on the couch, legs spread, just teasing me. She spread her lower lips to the point where my hard on grew to an all time length. Then she asked me to “come on in.” She then leaned back, still sitting on the edge of the couch. In my cock went. It was a beautiful feeling, even though I had just shortly before gotten the blowjob of my life. It obviously was going to take me longer to come this time, and she decided to turn around and take it from the rear. Finally, she lay down sideways and, with one of her legs up in the air and the other flat on the couch, I shoved my cock deeper. She loved it. When I came, she let out such a scream that I thought I had hurt her, but it was just a passion cry. We showered and vowed to repeat this as often as possible.

We did just that, about a dozen times before the fall semester started. She even found out that I was, in the truest sense of the definition, a genuine leg man. After that, she never came over without a garter belt and really sexy hose.

Fall classes have now started and, since I’m living near campus in a rented room for students, she is with me more often than ever, even if it’s for a fifteen minute quickie.

Once I spotted her at a drugstore and said hello. She responded very agreeably, asking me about my classes and how I liked the new surroundings and the church on campus. It really floored me, but it worked out well because her husband soon approached and joined in the conversation. He was happy over the fact that I was doing fine and asked if I could come to dinner at his house one Sunday, after services. I did just that and the afternoon went well. He commented on how fine it is to have a wife who takes such an active part in his church affairs. Yeah fine with me, too!

Church sure can be very gratifying, especially when you have a pastor’s wife who really knows how to promote evangelical interests. FH.

I’m always inspired to hear of a campus crusade, especially when there’s a secular movement involved. Lucky for you that the pastor’s wife could provide such a well rounded view point for the inquisitive student. If you thoroughly delve into all of her sources, you’ll find out where true devotion lies.