The other night things got out of hand.
My Wedding had just been a few days before. I was sitting on my honeymoon bed with my dearly beloved wife and she leaned over and kissed me on the lips. My Gosh! You won't believe what happened next!!! She put her flippen tongue in my mouth and began to lick mine.
I sprang back like a mad cat, hissing at her, "What the flip are you doing my dear."
She looked at me with sad eyes, "It's French."
"O I see."
"Did you like it," she asked with those soft pussy cat eyes.
"I suppose it was okay, you can try again I guess… but next time warn a fella before you throw a slug down his tonsils."
So she came back over to me and put her mouth over mine. She stuck her tongue in and it was rather interesting. It felt gross yet nice. Usually I can't stand the thought of another's saliva, but the germs became irrelevant as I also swirled my wet woolly through her mouth. I even touched her slippery teeth a few times. I felt something inside me change in this very moment. We went for ages, it must have been like at least 30 seconds by the time we finished. And that tingling hung around.