I hung out occasionally with my cousin who was 15, and lived about a mile away. My friends were 15, 16 and 17 years old his were 14, 15 and 16, but s...metimes we intermingled. I had a close friend Mark and my cousin Paul found out where are fathers stored their porn magazines. Now back in the 70's must just showed tits and a little pussy, but it was enough to get us excited and JO. One day after baseball practice Mark said is dad has a new magazine and he will drop by later for us to look. As she kissed me she also sucked on my lower lip and darted her tongue in and out of my mouth.This was not my first time with a woman so I responded in the same manner.Then I realized the door was open and there was a house full of people.I said "the door is open someone might see us." with that she got up and closed and locked the door.I remember thinking we are going to get caught.She came over and stood in front of me caressing my hair,then she turned my head up leaned down and kissed me. That weekend, when he kissed you the first time something clicked and he realized that I tasted like the dream you, and you tasted like the dream me. He put two and two together and figured out that since he had not kissed a girl like that then the 'taste' of our kisses in the dreams was actually what each of us experienced kissing each other. Your brain associated the taste from the only source it had to work with and overlaid that on the dream, and the same with me. And since the taste was so. " Smiled the young woman to the usually taciturn man in the cowl. That is until he gave an uncharacteristic smirk."Hey Babs, you tried the pigs in blankets yet over der? Some genius put cheddah in'em." Pointed the Dark Knight out of character to the other side of the food display at the table. Blinking up in surprise, the red-haired woman nearly guffawed."Boston?!" Seeing the man smile… Probably the first she ever saw him do that, she recognised the mannerisms and Brooklyn accent of the former.