Of course this view doesn't apply to all cases at all times but it has some truth in it.Let us consider imaginary M & S.M is a beautiful young woman l...cal to the city we are in while S is a shy young man coming to study in this city. They bump into each others at the same caf' I am addressing you from. M spills her soft drink right on S's clothes. His beige pants and blue shirt get soaked with the dark colored beverage. Although many might expect anger but S was very calm and sweetly smiled at. She was going to a modeling audition and begged me to go along as moral support. To make her feel better, I filled out the paperwork right along with her. I didn't expect anything but, before I knew it, they were doing stuff with my hair and taking a whole bunch of different shots of me for my portfolio. The rest, as they say, is history." How did your roommate do?" She didn't get the job but did get the photographer. Married with four great kids and living in New York City. She's still one of. . six girls before you, not counting mom.”“Did you do any more than just kiss?” she asked, keeping the interrogation going.“A few let me feel their breasts, but that’s all.”“Would you like to learn some more about what girls like?”“Sure, as long as you were the one teaching me.”“You’re getting smarter already,” she said putting her phone down, and pulling off her top, and then her bottoms.She pulled me over to put my hand on her breast and started a kiss. The kiss was better than any I’d ever. But all of that I learned later because when I first saw those smooth mounds, my tongue was too hard to talk. I glanced from her tits to her face and saw that she was watching to see my reaction, her eyes dancing with mischief and fire. I simply reached up and pulled her face down to mine for a long, tongue probing kiss. When our lips parted, I told her I hoped she didn't mind my sudden impulse, but it was something I had wanted to do for a long time. She assured me she wasn't offended, only.