OMG Lil...I absolutely remember that issue with the 3 Musketeers in it! I never saw a Penthouse till I met my first boyfriend. Mom wouldn't allow "porn" in our home.

I read Penthouse because aforementioned boyfriend liked me to read the stories to him in a not-so-well-lit room, naked, with him at the head of the bed and me at the foot of the bed, our legs crossed over one another's and he waxing his carrot as I read story after story. That's one of my better memories of our relationship together. And, BTW, I'd nearly forgotten about it till I read this thread!

The very first book material on human anatomy that I remember stumbling across though, was when I was about 7 and I needed some bobby pins and I was checking my mom's drawer's for a few and found a book called "The Joy of Sex". Who the f*%k knew mom even cared if the act was joyful???? My mom seemed such the prude when we 5 kids were growing up. Tommy (my older, and only, brother) wasn't even allowed to walk around in his underwear. My best friend (Christine S.) couldn't believe I had never seen a penis. She had 5 brother's and they constantly walked around in various states of manliness (if ya know what I mean...lol!).

Well...anyway...when I finally got a boyfriend and let my hair down and got all the info necessary to realize my own sexuality...I think Penthouse was my first and preferable option for erotica!

Geezzzzzzzzzz GF...thanks for the memories!

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