I was thinking I should also tell you about Karen. It started when we were both 12ish. She and I lived a few houses down from one another and hung out together all the time; I basically lived at her house since mine was like a war zone. One day, at school, she and I were reading together and a boy walked up and just started staring at us. Karen told me it was because she and I had big boobs; by then we were both a "B" cup. Apparently she had been warned by her mother that, "boys that age just want to feel you boobs and kiss." Sharing this info with me, she said we needed to "start practicing kissing." I was fine with that, she was a beautiful girl with alabaster skin and dark features. I remember at first, we used cling wrap to "not be dirty;" I didn't care, she had a fat tongue that always felt good. Within a week, we had ditched the "dirty" feeling and were all over one another. We were together for a couple of years until she moved away. She definitely taught me the pleasures of a tongue!