animalhouse86
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I just remembered a time where I tickled my wife's cousin. It's a rather quick incident but still kinda cool.
After i got married, my opportunity to find some feet to tickle really dried up but on one occasion I got lucky. Each summer we go to a time share with pools etc and her immediate family usually comes as well. This particular year, her cousin came. She was probably no more than 21 years old, cute brown haired college girl that usually stayed quiet and to herself.
Anyhow, after a long day of hanging by the outdoor pools, we started to get packed up and get ready for dinner. Maria was laying facedown on those long lounge chairs and her mother was trying to get her attention and say that we we're leaving. Maria was either sleeping or just laying with her eyes closed ignoring her mother and I saw the perfect excuse to tickle her foot since nobody was looking. I snuck over to the chair and put on a silly voice mimicking her mother and said "Mar you gotta get ready for dinner!" As I wiggled a finger or two right in the center of her face-up arch. She jolted her leg and looked shocked and I said "sorry, we're leaving to pack up".
I took a few shots of her that week to help me always remember the incident
After i got married, my opportunity to find some feet to tickle really dried up but on one occasion I got lucky. Each summer we go to a time share with pools etc and her immediate family usually comes as well. This particular year, her cousin came. She was probably no more than 21 years old, cute brown haired college girl that usually stayed quiet and to herself.
Anyhow, after a long day of hanging by the outdoor pools, we started to get packed up and get ready for dinner. Maria was laying facedown on those long lounge chairs and her mother was trying to get her attention and say that we we're leaving. Maria was either sleeping or just laying with her eyes closed ignoring her mother and I saw the perfect excuse to tickle her foot since nobody was looking. I snuck over to the chair and put on a silly voice mimicking her mother and said "Mar you gotta get ready for dinner!" As I wiggled a finger or two right in the center of her face-up arch. She jolted her leg and looked shocked and I said "sorry, we're leaving to pack up".
I took a few shots of her that week to help me always remember the incident