Some years back when I was just a lad, I had what was probably the best time of my life. I was twenty and my then-girlfriend, Carol, was eighteen. She was considered quite the looker and many of my friends said I was punching above my weight. Whatever the reason, she went out with me, I was happy. At the time, we both lived at home with our parents. This made fucking a bit of a problem. I came from a large family so my ho...