Thanks bud, I don’t think she minded either. She was a determined, attractive, confident woman in her 50s and probably enjoyed giving and receiving the attention. The story of me tickling her at length is yet to be written, but it’s on my radar. In that instance she instigated things (not the tickling, but events leading up to it), so she certainly wasn’t introverted. I’ll have to share that story soon, it’s a pretty cool memory.Sounds like she enjoyed it as much as you smash.
Trust me, there wouldn't have been a part 2 or 3 if she hadn't mate. Great story.
Another good one.
Just been to a petrol station.
In the adjacent car park I spotted my work colleague parked up. She'd been to the bank.
We had a brief chat about when the reopening would happen from car to car of course.
Then she showed me her finger nails, polish nearly grown out, and said I hope my nail place opens first, these, are, a mess, then she proceeded to show her foot saying, my toes are growing out too. Can't wear open toe shoes until I get these done. Pointing to her nail polish.
Now that brightened my day. Enjoy
Delightful, JJ - proper retro 70s and 80s American tan tights. Nowt wrong with old school!Thanks boyne.
You'll like the these also as then. Same person, same shade.
Cheers jj
keep your head up devil. it'll be over soon.
Here's an interesting pair of shoes.
not particularly high, not particularly elegant, but ill write a story about them soon.
I found by accident, and not by my own actions, that her feet were ticklish through the material.
something completely innocent and an hilarious surprise.