Isobel Baxter has really done it this time.
As you know she is rather prone to wandering into sacred fairly ands and getting herself into all sorts of ticklish trouble.
This time she walked right through a fairy ceremonial magical circle, and as if that wasn't enough she proceeded to strip off her flimsy summer outfit
Actually the fairies rather enjoyed watching that... Isobel elegantly pulling her dress over her head, bra-less and in tiny pants with pink hearts on them and sweet little pumps which were soon deliciously pulled and kicked off respectively, stretching her arms over her head, letting the afternoon sun warm her small high breasts, and smiling at the warm breeze against her gently curving belly and neatly trimmed maiden hair
Nonetheless, as delightful as she was, she was still, once again, trespassing on sacred fairy land... anyone would think she enjoyed getting tickled half to death
So when she plunged her slender nakedness into the ancient reflecting pool too cool her skin it was too much - partly too much for the aroused fairies to contain their desire any longer, and partly too much for them to contain their consternation at Isobel's obvious disregard for their hallowed ground - by golly she was going to be sorry this time
She emerged from the wonderfully cold water, goosebumped and shivering, giggling at the warm sun against her chilliness - laying and wriggling languorously in the long, warm grass that tickled gently around her sides and thighs, sending her into a sensuous doze as the sun dried and warmed her once again
As she dozed enchanted vines grew from the soil, gently so as not to wake her they entwined her naked body, lifting and ensnaring her
The fairies then set about teaching a a jolly good lesson - two of them, one each side methodically massage her obliques and her tummy, another scrubs the soles of her feet with spiky seed pods, a third attends to her sensitive breasts with tiny feathers and another skitters her delicate fingers under Isobel's arms
Added to this two flowers have blossomed from the vines, one tickles into her delicate sex with its stamen, its pollen billowing over Isobel's skin and its nectar arousing, tingling and tickling in a most unbearable way - the second flower is above her and, as you can see, another fairy sits astride its stem shaking the ticklish pollen into poor Isobel's face, the pollen tickles dreadfully making her laugh and sneeze
Also you might be able to see two large shiny millipedes emerging from behind her, these are just two of many little critters with ticklish little legs enjoying walking all over Isobel's back and the backs of her thighs
It was a sunny afternoon when they started their tickling and it is now well into a warm summer night - she has been laughing for so long and has had so many delicious, ticklish orgasms, she really doesn't know where she is any more... and really doesn't care
The fairies are really completely insatiable, if one tires another takes her place, they themselves are covered in ticklish pollen and nectar and are all laughing as they tickle Isobel, and the occasional ticklefight will breakout amongst them
The might not ever let her go
She hopes they never do
As you know she is rather prone to wandering into sacred fairly ands and getting herself into all sorts of ticklish trouble.
This time she walked right through a fairy ceremonial magical circle, and as if that wasn't enough she proceeded to strip off her flimsy summer outfit
Actually the fairies rather enjoyed watching that... Isobel elegantly pulling her dress over her head, bra-less and in tiny pants with pink hearts on them and sweet little pumps which were soon deliciously pulled and kicked off respectively, stretching her arms over her head, letting the afternoon sun warm her small high breasts, and smiling at the warm breeze against her gently curving belly and neatly trimmed maiden hair
Nonetheless, as delightful as she was, she was still, once again, trespassing on sacred fairy land... anyone would think she enjoyed getting tickled half to death
So when she plunged her slender nakedness into the ancient reflecting pool too cool her skin it was too much - partly too much for the aroused fairies to contain their desire any longer, and partly too much for them to contain their consternation at Isobel's obvious disregard for their hallowed ground - by golly she was going to be sorry this time
She emerged from the wonderfully cold water, goosebumped and shivering, giggling at the warm sun against her chilliness - laying and wriggling languorously in the long, warm grass that tickled gently around her sides and thighs, sending her into a sensuous doze as the sun dried and warmed her once again
As she dozed enchanted vines grew from the soil, gently so as not to wake her they entwined her naked body, lifting and ensnaring her
The fairies then set about teaching a a jolly good lesson - two of them, one each side methodically massage her obliques and her tummy, another scrubs the soles of her feet with spiky seed pods, a third attends to her sensitive breasts with tiny feathers and another skitters her delicate fingers under Isobel's arms
Added to this two flowers have blossomed from the vines, one tickles into her delicate sex with its stamen, its pollen billowing over Isobel's skin and its nectar arousing, tingling and tickling in a most unbearable way - the second flower is above her and, as you can see, another fairy sits astride its stem shaking the ticklish pollen into poor Isobel's face, the pollen tickles dreadfully making her laugh and sneeze
Also you might be able to see two large shiny millipedes emerging from behind her, these are just two of many little critters with ticklish little legs enjoying walking all over Isobel's back and the backs of her thighs
It was a sunny afternoon when they started their tickling and it is now well into a warm summer night - she has been laughing for so long and has had so many delicious, ticklish orgasms, she really doesn't know where she is any more... and really doesn't care
The fairies are really completely insatiable, if one tires another takes her place, they themselves are covered in ticklish pollen and nectar and are all laughing as they tickle Isobel, and the occasional ticklefight will breakout amongst them
The might not ever let her go
She hopes they never do
