Not very long ago, it worked absolutely effortlessly (albeit accidentally) although it was a bit awkward:
(1.) I massaged her nipples with a small paint brush while inhaling ice cold champagne from her (very ticklish) navel. She was pretty hysterical. Screaming!
(2.) The abrupt conclusion: basting her pubes with a medium paint brush while tickling her deep navel with a Q-Tip. Then I promptly slid a feather boa over her breasts--and, boom, that was that. I presumed that she'd be good for a few more rounds. I mean, which of the tickling applications was the real catalyst for her orgasm? Rapidly switching "tools", I was deluged with sweat (even though the air conditioner was pumped-up to Full Blast).
She insisted that we should "limit that torment to once a week, you name the night." This whole thing transpired only three evenings ago. But guess what? We're back at it tomorrow! She's quite pretty (intensely cute) and, for whatever nebulous reason, I thought tickling may be a hard sell. But she has yielded to it though I'm really afraid of abusing the privilege. Earlier today, she was tanning in the back yard--wearing a brownish yarn string bikini--and I was seriously "obsessing". I just recurrently think about it...over and over...
