After 4 years with my first boyfriend and first lover (who never once went down on me once) I met this hot older man. It was 1990 and I was 20 and he was 34. On our 5th date, we knew it was going to happen. The strong mutual attraction and chemistry were perfect. He asked for three things; trust him 100%, submit to him and just say if I got uncomfortable. After my young, selfish and inexperienced boyfriend, I excitedly agreed. He sat me down on the edge of his sofa and undressed me, got me to lie back, with my bum on the edge of the sofa and he moved my knees right back so they were near my shoulders. As his lovely face headed south and he was kneeling on the carpet, with me in this intense, exposed and vulnerable position, I knew I was going to be licked for the first time in my life, the anticipation was agonizing. What happened next, would replay in my mind a thousand times, and will still make me smile when I am bedbound in a nursing home one day.