“I've only kissed a few boys. I'm not sure I like it,” she said.“Really? Why not?”“I don't know. Just nervous, I guess. I'm afraid I'll do s...mething wrong. I mean, I've seen the way they kiss in the movies and stuff, but I'm just not sure what to do. Like, am I supposed to use my tongue?”“Tongue kissing can be very nice. It's more intimate and sexual than kissing with the lips closed, so it's not something you should really do in public or with someone you don't like a lot,” I replied.“Tongue. We can mix it a little heavy on mixers and get away with it. So let's try the shiny screw driver," I suggested.I mixed the first one with an ounce of shine and an ounce of orange juice. The second one I had less shine and more orange juice. I took a drink of each and found it smoother than Vodka and stronger as well. Both drinks tasted the same to me. The amount of liquor in the drink did not seem to make a difference.Phil had the camera on me while I tasted it. He didn't show himself drinking. "But surely, a magician knows there are no solid doors?" Gregg felt discomforted by the woman's manner. She sat up and patted the seat beside her to indicate that he should sit down. "Now why don't you tell me just how you did that trick with the tie?"Gregg tried to recover his composure. He shook his head. "Oh, no, I couldn't," he said. "It's an unwritten rule. A magician never explains his tricks."Maxine smiled and put her head on one side. Her long hair fell loosely across her shoulder. "No,. I ducked into the linen closet, whose door was open.Thank god there was enough room in the dark closet for me to fit inside quickly, as the view was perfect, an eye line straight to the fireman's bed, where Kim was laid out on her back, legs splayed in the air, dress in a heap on the floor. The fireman was also naked, and appeared to be using a hand towel to wipe his cum from my wife's drenched pussy and thighs. I used this opportunity--her head thrown back, eyes to the ceiling, the fireman's.