great story toyou. that reminds me that friday night we were at a retirement dinner party with about thirty some people. i was the only one wearing a dress with nylons. about half way thru the meal, my foot started to ache, so i reached down, pulled off the shoe, and started rubbing my stockinged foot. my dresss was rather short, and suddenly i noticed the guy beside me staring at my foot. i wondered to myself, hmmmm does he like feet? does he like to tickle? and wonder if he would have snuck a quickie (tickling that is) if his wife hadnt been sitting on the other side, plus my hubby was sitting on my right.
isabeau