was a time back in college when I met a girl at a lake in Jersey and found out she lived 1 mile from me. So, later that night I picked her up and we went to Bob's Big Boy Drive-In burger joint. While there I discovered that I really did not like her, so when we were finished at Bob's I drove her home. She asked me to park the car and walk her to the door. I parked, had no intentions of kissing, but she leaned over and initiated. Well, I thought OK but no further but she started to give me tongue. I kept my teeth closed and would not let her into my mouth. She got the hint and said she would walk herself to her door.
Kissing is my favorite sport. I could not begin to relate the stories of wonderful kisses there are just too many.
There was one time that I'll never forget when a young man introduced me to the wonderful world of french kissing. He was sweet and managed to contain his hands for - oh, all of two minutes before mauling my tender 14 year old breasts. After that he sort of forgot about his tongue and until I encouraged it out just lay in my mouth like a dead snake. But that first two minutes hooked me for life.