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When Chris and I were first dating we were very, very, very, um, "active". We had several embarrassing moments of being caught in the act by several family members. On one occasion, his father walked into the room, opened the small fridge and started making a sandwich. On another, his very conservative BIL walked into the room looking for his wife and found naked us instead. Chris made a vallant effort to cover us up, but only succeeded in covering my back leaving the rest of me exposed. I was doing a good job of covering him.
After too many occasions of interruption, we enjoyed my parents being out of town. We had the entire 4 bedroom house to ourselves and made good use of it. One day Chris presented me with a concern It seems his naughty bits had developed a rash. Fearing the worse, we went to the free clinic for his and her exams. I checked out fine. The doctor who examined Chris took one look at him and asked if he'd been sexually active recently. When he explained how we were enjoying our privacy he replied "you are suffering from overuse - just keep it in your pants for a while and you'll be fine".
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