She left the kitchen to answer it, and her little boy came in to get some BB’s for his gun. He reached up in the cabinet for them, the lid came off,...and some BB’s fell into the tapioca. He heard his mother coming back, so he quickly stirred the BB’s into the pudding and ran back outside.The next morning one of the ladies called to find out how she made the pudding. She said, “You should know. I got the recipe from you. Why do you ask?” The woman said, “Well, I bent over to pet the cat this. I was aware of my building arousal, my moans growing louder, that familiar tingle in my lower stomach and the ever increasing wetness between my thighs. Then it stopped, there was nothing. I briefly felt like crying before Julie’s tongue hit my lips. Her tongue parted my sodden lips like a rapier, in and out, in and out, her hot breath hit my mound, her nose nudged my engorged clit and that tongue just got deeper and deeper. I was screaming, somewhere in my consciousness I could hear myself. He began kissing my lips again. He moved down to my neck and i have to admit, it felt great! His soft lips sucked at the white flesh of my neck and his warm breathe traveled down my shirt. I lay there with my knees against his sides while he touched me. His right hand moved down from my shoulder and found its way to my waist. He ran his hand underneath my shirt and over my stomach until they reached my tits. I lay there shocked at what was happening but his hands felt warm and smooth against. Running my hands over her sexy little Girl Guide uniform, I thrust my erection further up inside her raised skirt, pressing the throbbing head of my wet prick against her navy blue schoolgirl knickers.Her dark haired friend bent over us, hissing urgently, “Suzy! He’s got his prick between your legs and against your gym knickers.”As Suzy wriggled free, I caressed her lovely thighs, feeling up her skirt to where her navy blue cotton schoolgirl knickers covered her sweet young pussy. Getting to.