I guess it would be all right; it always turned me on when I dated a good kisser.Jenny smiled as she sensed that the idea had me perplexed. She reiter...ated her desire in hopes that I would consider her idea. "I've never really kissed a boy that way, and I want to learn how to do it right so that I turn him on," she said and waited for my reply.I almost laughed out loud but composed myself. Only a gay guy wouldn't get turned on kissing an attractive female. Jenny was talking about French-kissing. Your mind remembers it perfectly. Your mind can always summon that memory whenever I command, and feel it with all the intensity of reality. Your senses just naturally feel what I suggest. You can always feel that orgasm, whenever I suggest it. And your deepest self wants that. ‘Closer and closer, hotter and hotter, panting for breath and going deeper with every breath, so deep and blank and mindless for me, feeling nothing but pleasure, hearing nothing but my words, so close and so hot and. Mum and Maggie used to take all of us down to the beaches around there when we were kids but I had not been there for years. ‘OK!’ I agreed, ‘Why not?’ ‘Put your wellies in the car. ‘Lauren added, ‘You should bring a waterproof coat as well, we may want to walk along the cliffs, we can spend the whole day down there and you can buy me dinner on the way home!’ Lauren followed me through to the back lobby to collect my boots and waited whilst I rummaged in the back of the coats cupboard and. I finally got him to agree that she was. By this time, we were both dining on some of the best pizza in New York. He asks about me, wondering why I am a limo driver of all the things to do. I tell him it beats being a taxi driver. Without a doubt it’s true, and he agrees. When we finished lunch, I bring him back to his meeting. He promises me it shouldn't be much longer, and it’ll be worth the wait. All that is on my mind is wondering what he means by that. Sure, he was flirting with me, but I.