Ok I know this post is somewhere else, but this sparked some interest... Post your stories here too.
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My babysitter was a bit husky if you know what I mean, but she was nice and of course I liked her. My dad hired her while he was at work and my brother was at summer school, so this left me and her alone for 8 stright hours. Now to tell you the truth I don't remember what we did there by our selves, mostly what I can tell you is that we played video games. She would always it seemed to wear the same things while relaxing at my house. A white t-shirt, green sweat pants, and white socks. She never said anything about her clothes and neither did I... I was too young to make fun of her and too weak. Well sometimes she would tickle me and rather rough too, so it never made me laugh. Ok to tell you what happened when I would tickle her you have to imagine the placing we were in. I was sitting indian style on the floor she was doing the same behind me. When she would tickle me she would let one leg slide out to my side, and I would tickle it briefly, but this time I grabbed it frome the ankle and went all out holding it under my arm like a foot ball. Now when you tickled my babysitter she would fall back and laugh and couldn't get back up, she's really ticklish and her legs couldn't move too well, so I would tickle her foot until I felt sorry for her and we would wrestle and I would tickle her again. Thats how it went for a couple of years.
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My babysitter was a bit husky if you know what I mean, but she was nice and of course I liked her. My dad hired her while he was at work and my brother was at summer school, so this left me and her alone for 8 stright hours. Now to tell you the truth I don't remember what we did there by our selves, mostly what I can tell you is that we played video games. She would always it seemed to wear the same things while relaxing at my house. A white t-shirt, green sweat pants, and white socks. She never said anything about her clothes and neither did I... I was too young to make fun of her and too weak. Well sometimes she would tickle me and rather rough too, so it never made me laugh. Ok to tell you what happened when I would tickle her you have to imagine the placing we were in. I was sitting indian style on the floor she was doing the same behind me. When she would tickle me she would let one leg slide out to my side, and I would tickle it briefly, but this time I grabbed it frome the ankle and went all out holding it under my arm like a foot ball. Now when you tickled my babysitter she would fall back and laugh and couldn't get back up, she's really ticklish and her legs couldn't move too well, so I would tickle her foot until I felt sorry for her and we would wrestle and I would tickle her again. Thats how it went for a couple of years.