It was the first time I've ever kissed a man, he kissed me strongly and slipped his tongue in my mouth. Our bodies pressed together, I could feel him...growing hard, my own already was hard, pressed against his jeans and leaking a glimmer of precum. My hand found his bulge as we kissed, I rubbed him through his jeans. At that moment, my mind was filled with nothing but the thought of his cock in my mouth. Our kiss parted, I lowered past his chest and dropped to my knees. I unzipped his pants. What was his reasoning for this?" He told me that the way the girls and boys dress anymore he couldn't tell them apart. So when he thought he was shooting at a couple, it ended up being a two guys. Also he didn't understand sports very well and he saw two guys patting each other on the ass and thought that they were in love so he shot them with an arrow." What potion is he using? Is it still the 'Love potion number nine' from the fifties?" Yes, I just can't get him to try anything new. I told. I, also, did not achieve the goals that I strove for. Here I was, a full blooded, full hormoned teenager and all the girls that I met or went out with were interested in my brain, my personality, but not, to my chagrin, not my body. There we were at camp. There were three more significant experiences at camp. My last year there, 1971, I fell in love with Patti Li. My very first Asian (also my last) experience. As previously written, the last day of camp was a time where all the boundaries. “Well it wasn’t with that many , and it was with girls”she said “it was after I had told my husband that I had a bi experience when I was in high school. We had two couples over for a barbecue one weekend. It was before we had children and still promiscuous and willing to try different things . My husband got me alone and said that he had heard that the other women were bisexual. He then bet me that I couldn’t get either one of them to have sex with me. It was later that night ,and a lot of.