It never occurred to me that one of life’s finest pleasures could be derived from the taste of a woman’s pussy. The turning point in my life came ...hen I was 16 & saw my first true girlie magazine. I remember that it was a Mayfair Magazine from the UK. There was a picture of a woman squatting with her skirt up around her waist and her see-through yellow panty for the entire world to see. Her pussy hairs were matted against the thin fabric and her pussy lips were clearly defined. This was by far. "My alarm clock went off, I smacked the snooze and opened my eyes. My bedroom was the same room as before though the decor had changed. I looked at my body. I was a 16-year old teen boy. I was here!I sprang up and dressed. The alarm went off again while I was putting on my jeans so I hopped my way over to my nightstand to turn off the alarm.My school backpack was leaned against the wall by the door. I emptied out the contents on my bed and sifted through my papers. I discovered my handwriting. “Bob, this is great, for us. But shouldn’t we be giving Emily something back?” “Hell, yeah! Emily honey, let us take care of your needs.” Phil pulled the plastic-covered mat off the chaise longue and threw it on the floor and Bob lifted Emily, as if she were a feather, onto the mat. He knelt down and started licking her sweet slit while Phil lay near her and kissed her while he played with her breasts. During a pause in the kissing, Emily said, “I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to. “It was pretty fucking tasty with my juices running all the way down your balls.”“Yeah, and I’m going to have to clean my car real good. Look.” I pointed to the huge wet spot under her ass on the seat. She laughed. “It’s all your fault!”“It’s not a problem.” I said. “Let’s get back to the hotel.”We got in and drove back to the hotel. As luck would have it, a family was checking in when we pulled back into the parking lot. Sarah was under the blanket during the drive back, but I saw a chance for.