This one reaches waaaaay back
Pam was a MILF before I knew what a MILF was. When my girlfriend at the time was around 18 - 19 right after we got out of high school she
used to babysit for this lady and what she called her 3 little demons. We would always hang out at her trailer and we'd all get stoned.
On this particular day my girlfriend, her brother Jon and I were all hanging out partying. Her kids were at their dads house. Jon and
I were notorious ticklers my girlfriend was our usual victim. We were all pretty wasted and Pam was lying on the floor in
her cutoff jeans and tank top. My girl, her brother and I were on the couch and Pam had her feet crossed at the ankles on the couch between
me and Jon. About the same time Jon and I got the same idea we each grabbed ankle holding her legs apart a little and began to tickle her feet.
She exploded laughing and tried pulling her ankles free. We had a pretty good grip so we were able to tickle pretty much at will. She was
screaming for help from my girl who knew better than to get involved. I found a spot where her arch met the ball of her foot and she went
into silent laughter. We tickled her for only about 5 minutes before my girl said that Pam had had enough. We stopped and Pam made a beeline for the
bathroom. She came out a few minutes later punched us both then sat across the room. Sadly the opportunity to tickle Pam again never came up as
she moved. But I still think of this today.
Pam was a MILF before I knew what a MILF was. When my girlfriend at the time was around 18 - 19 right after we got out of high school she
used to babysit for this lady and what she called her 3 little demons. We would always hang out at her trailer and we'd all get stoned.
On this particular day my girlfriend, her brother Jon and I were all hanging out partying. Her kids were at their dads house. Jon and
I were notorious ticklers my girlfriend was our usual victim. We were all pretty wasted and Pam was lying on the floor in
her cutoff jeans and tank top. My girl, her brother and I were on the couch and Pam had her feet crossed at the ankles on the couch between
me and Jon. About the same time Jon and I got the same idea we each grabbed ankle holding her legs apart a little and began to tickle her feet.
She exploded laughing and tried pulling her ankles free. We had a pretty good grip so we were able to tickle pretty much at will. She was
screaming for help from my girl who knew better than to get involved. I found a spot where her arch met the ball of her foot and she went
into silent laughter. We tickled her for only about 5 minutes before my girl said that Pam had had enough. We stopped and Pam made a beeline for the
bathroom. She came out a few minutes later punched us both then sat across the room. Sadly the opportunity to tickle Pam again never came up as
she moved. But I still think of this today.
Thanks for sharing your experience with us. 
