Lal was, and that today was gonna be a memorable day.I carried Mrs. Lal to her bedroom and threw her on the bed. She asked me to remove her thong and ...ick her pussy. She told me to push my tongue deep into her pussy and drink all her juice and said that this was called eating pussy. I moved down to her pussy, it was clean shaved, dripping wet and pink in color.I started licking her pussy, it was slippery and had a strong smell and taste. I enjoyed eating her pussy, it tasted so nice and I drank. I knew i had to try to get them and get into her underwear drawer to try to get some more of her stockings and hopefully tights and panties too. On the 2nd day i asked my mum if i could go into Arlene's to use her house phone to phone one of my friends (this was before mobile phones!) as we didn't have a house phone and she said ok but to be quick. I got the keys then went into her house and went straight to her bedroom and saw her chest of drawers. When i found the one with her tights and. I wrote to him explaining that although his facts were truths, what he was sending me was no more than I could conjure up by myself to write a fictional tale. I convinced him that if he really wanted his factual story posted that he would have to be the one to write it, and in his own words, as best as he could recall it happened.He asked if I would at least review it and I agreed. He took up the challenge and during the next six months, we corresponded almost daily. Slowly but surely, he was. **********Bikini Beach: Hey, Hey, Paula This story is copyright by the author. It is protected by licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial- NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License."Are you ready for the test tomorrow?" Paul Jackson panted as he caughtup with Melinda and Leslie. He'd been delayed getting out of class, andhad to run to catch the two. Based on first impressions, one wouldn'thave expected Paul to be out of breath; he looked rather athletic,.