TickleThyFeet
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One day I was round visiting a friend. She offered to make some tea and so we went into her kitchen. She stood with her back to me and as she waited she began dipping her feet in and out of her slippers! This drove me up the wall so I reached down and began to tickle her beautiful bare feet. She began to giggle and quickly slid back into her slippers. I enjoyed the moment and thought it would be the only tickling of the day. I was very wrong.
Later in the day she told her son that I had tickled her foot. I was sitting on the floor and her son was on her lap. He immediately slid down her legs, knocking off her slipper on the way down and exclaimed "Was it like this?". He tickled her expertly on the ball and arch of her foot. Her toes wiggled furiously as she tried to escape her tickling torment. The soles of her feet kept wrinkling up but this offered her no relief. She squeeled and begged for her son to stop but he wouldn't. She just couldn't get her foot away from her tormentor. Eventually he stopped and she sat there gasping for breath for about five minutes. This was a really good day!
Later in the day she told her son that I had tickled her foot. I was sitting on the floor and her son was on her lap. He immediately slid down her legs, knocking off her slipper on the way down and exclaimed "Was it like this?". He tickled her expertly on the ball and arch of her foot. Her toes wiggled furiously as she tried to escape her tickling torment. The soles of her feet kept wrinkling up but this offered her no relief. She squeeled and begged for her son to stop but he wouldn't. She just couldn't get her foot away from her tormentor. Eventually he stopped and she sat there gasping for breath for about five minutes. This was a really good day!
