‘Daniel Jensin, just what are you doing?’ I demanded, shocked.He shrugged, slightly abashedly. ‘I’ve been told touching tongues feels nice,’...he explained patiently. ‘Just please trust me when I try something like that, okay?’I thought a moment, then nodded. ‘Okay,’ I agreed, and moved to kiss him again.This time when his tongue darted out I accepted it and chased it with my own. It DID feel nice! In fact, it well and truly started the heat in my tummy again.One of Danny’s hands was on my face,. He was pretty certain that she didn't have any brothers."You really are thick sometimes" Julia laughed. "That's you!"It dawned then on David that Liz's smile was perfect. There was no damage to her face. "Who is she?" he whispered.Julia laughed again. "You're not a morning person are you? That of course is her royal highness, Princess of Wales Elizabeth Windsor, and the gentleman holding her affectionately around the waist is her new beau, Sir David Ogilvy, heir to the Barony of Westford. Off. My wife and her friends started hanging out at one of the local bars. The 35 year old bartender took a liking to these coeds and would often set them up with free drinks, etc. My wife said he was very Tom Selleck looking (big moustache, open shirt, hairy chest, etc). Very different from the boys that she was friendly with. They chatted and flirted at the bar one evening as he was mixing drinks. My wifes friends told her “He likes you!”. She told him all about her classes and he told her. She was silent for the longest time and then she said, “O that was my final, futile effort to discourage this from happening,” she said turning around, “but as you can see, I’m giving up.” She put her arms around my neck and went up on her tip toes and kissed me fully on the lips. I put my arms around her tiny waist and picked her up and returned her affection. My hand slipped down to her butt and grabbing on to it, I pulled her crotch into mine. I could feel the hair tickling at my cock.