In High School, I had my fun, playing stink finger with my girl friends. It wasn't until I was honorably discharged from the military that I spent some quality time with a woman in bed.
It was 1979, Third Street, downtown Louisville, Kentucky, that I got my first time with a woman in bed.
A theater, with a neon sign that read "Girls! Girls! Girls!" attracted my attention. I went inside and paid my admission. I sat among a crowd of men, watching 8 mm film loops of pornographic scenes.
Every half hour, the film would stop and a girl would dance on the stage, just below the film screen.
To be continued...
It was 1979, Third Street, downtown Louisville, Kentucky, that I got my first time with a woman in bed.
A theater, with a neon sign that read "Girls! Girls! Girls!" attracted my attention. I went inside and paid my admission. I sat among a crowd of men, watching 8 mm film loops of pornographic scenes.
Every half hour, the film would stop and a girl would dance on the stage, just below the film screen.
To be continued...
