I was 12; his name was Roger. We lived within walking distance of a little strip mall, he rode with his mom to the store, walked to my house, and laid one on me. It was terrible, all braces and tongue.
cm8883 Reviewed by cm8883 on . First kiss Damn, can you remember back that far? My first one was when I was 8..at the football hall of fame in Canton Ohio..it was in the elevator..it wasnt good and the girl had the hairiest mole on her arm that I had ever seen. Rating: 5