Dr Strange
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This was many years ago, I'm not sure but maybe 11. At the Christmas time I visited my grandparents (my dad's parents). After few hours of eating, talking and another fun, many of visitors was so bored, and starts to going to another rooms, watching TV etc. Only few, people stayed in the living room, I don't remember all of them, but I know my uncle goes sleep on the armchair, and his wife, my aunt Margaret (my dad's 4-years young sister) stayed on her chair near to the table. I was crawling on the floor, goes under the table and starts to looking at my aunt's crossed legs. She had black miniskirt, black pantyhose, and black boots, long to knees. After few seconds of looking and thinking I used all my brave, grabed my aunt's leg, opened zip fastener of her boot and started to pulling it. She doesn't said or do anything and finally I put-off her boot. But when I do this, all of my brave runaway, so I runaway too, and goes to another room. I felt so nervous, but after thinking few seconds I decided to return. When I standed in the door to the living room I was very suprised. My younger sister sat under table and tickled aunt's foot. I goes under table very quickly and said to my sister, I want join to the fun. I grabed aunt's second leg, and put-off her another boot. I tickled left foot, and my sister tickled right, so our aunt started to laughing, jumping her ass on the chair, and said something like: "What a naughty kids, they tickling me so hard!". We tickled her few minutes and after that we goes to another room, and another visitors returned to the living room. Nearly hour later, aunt Margaret came to the room where me and my sister was. She had her boots again on feet. She sat on the sofa, and crossed her legs, so I grab her leg, open zip fastener of the boot and starts to pulling it. Aunt looked at me and asked: "You want to make me laugh?", and I said "Of course" (or something like that) and she smiled. We put-off both of her boots and all of us had lot of fun for next hour. Later our mom came to the room, asked what are we doing. We said "Nothing" so she sat on the armchair and crossed legs. My sister and I started to tickled aunt's feet again, and mom looks little suprised, but aunt Margaret said: "Ok, I heard the worst torture is tickling by feather". I only smiled and thinked "Feather? We must try next time". This same moment my sister crawls on the floor to the mom's feet (she had long skirt, dark pantyhose, and flip-flops), put-off one of her flip-flops, and start to scratching her pantyhosed sole, and mommy said: "Oh no, now it's my time for torture". We had lot of laugh that evening...
Sorry guys for my poor English, but I hope you enjoy this story
Sorry guys for my poor English, but I hope you enjoy this story
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