The turkey carcass was already stripped bare and picked clean. The meat and veggies were all safely stored away in tupperware containers. All the ad...ults, (I was the only one underage as the older teens and kids were off to visit friends) had graduated from wine to Jack Daniels mixed drinks. The men had gravitated to the table in the kitchen, got drunk playing cards and fell asleep. By 1:00am the women, who'd taken control of the den, were also passed out. I spent most of my time on the. His trousers were form-fitting and equally well-made and he wore dark-brown riding boots. His hair was a bit tousled (my hands were not idle as I kissed him) and this added to the aesthetic pleasure – the counterpoint to the carefully selected and well-cut apparel. And Oliver’s hair is one of his best points – lovely chestnut brown, thick and silky. All this, and the look of uninhibited (for once) arousal on his face combined to make him the absolute pinnacle of beauty in my eyes. He was Desire. Pretty much a win-win combination.That said, why aren’t we practicing it more often? I can’t stress this enough: have sex on a regular basis, like 2-3 times a week. Indeed, I read somewhere on the web about the suggested number. However, I would not be saying it if I would not undergo years worth of trial and error, figuring the right amount of weekly action. I am certain it will work out for you, too. Especially in combination with the right length of the sex.Sex is good for your heart, sleep,. Beth was an eighth grader so she got home even earlier.Melanie and I were sitting in the living room kissing, good old fashioned spit swapping kisses. She was my first real girlfriend, you know, one that lasted longer than a week. We had gotten pretty good at kissing.I was thinking about trying to touch one of her breasts, maybe accidentally with my hand, when we heard coming from the hall a sing-song voice, "I'm going to tell, I'm going to tell."We scrambled apart. Melanie looked at the hall.