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Thanks for the favorable feedback. It is appreciated. I'll try to answer your question.
Frankly, it was good to see positive responses to my last two stories. There were a few people who emailed me, stating the "Funeral Weekend" material was rather inappropriate. It did not go over well (but thankfully, it appears you weren't offended).
As for the tummy tickling incident, that bothered a small number of TMF'ers as well. It was one of the rare occasions I tickled my cousin anywhere but her feet. To some extent, I didn't explore further because I felt it might cross the line a bit. On this occasion, however, it just seemed natural. Being stuck in that horribly hot house, and with the playful mood that was affecting us both, it seemed natural and comfortable.
My schedule is a nightmare at the moment, and there isn't time to write a more detailed version of that incident (and I'm making an effort to start writing about the many tickling experiences I've had with women other than my cousin).
Briefly, I can tell you that it was extremely hot that day (a record breaker in my region). Kate simply reached a point where she decided to wear as little as possible. When I saw her dressed that way I went tickle-crazy and chased her down. The game of tickle doctor was a way for her to endure less overall torture while letting me have my fun. It required her to lie on the bed and allow me to probe her upper body. The game had a set time limit, so she knew when things would stop... unlike the previous ticklings she endured that had no ending in sight.
It was great fun making her squeal and flip around on the bed, and she took the whole thing rather well. When the game was over, I still wanted to tickle her badly, but she subdued me. She more or less hypnotized me with her feet. I spent the rest of the day sitting on the floor giving her foot massages (some playful tickles but mostly massages - and a few foot baths in richly lathering soap and cool water).
On the whole, that entire day was great fun. Thanks for writing guys.
