yikes that sounded fairly suggestive...and why would you compare me to wine??? grr lol...you are silly...silly silly silly..and uh hubby doesn't need cookies..he has sweet enough things around..like me...hehe..
o mister smartass...beautifully aged hmmm ooo flattery...tsk tsk tsk..won't work..and wow i'm impressed with your Biblical knowledge..and you would have to tickle me forever and a day before i would bake you cookies..i don't even bake hubby those..so there..
rolls eyes* so you think you would actually tickle me??? hmm ya but i'm fast..super fast...and i don't go down without a struggle...sticks out tongue again...and runs..hehe
"What? Do you really like your hair? Am I not supposed to do this then?" I miss up all your hair, an impish smile on my face afterwards. "And don't look so sour, you're already ugly enough as it is." :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: :laughing:
"All right, all right, I'll have mercy." I give one last attack on your lower tummy and assault on your hips. I then ruffle your hair, smiling all the while.
"It's not going to end until I feel like ending it, mister." I lightly flutter my nails across from one hip to the other, then squeeze your sides and knead your hips with my thumbs.
"Think that's gonna' help any?" I play around on your lower stomach for a bit, slight smirk on my face. Then I go back to kneading your hips and tickling your sides again. "See a bit of how I may feel now? Hmm...?"
"No, no, no. Nope. I have to stay like this long enough, now it's your turn." :evil: I switch between spider-trailing your hips and lower stomach, and simply squeezing them. :happy: