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Most Embarrassing Tickling Moment
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You chased a friend's mother around, caught her and had an orgasm on her backside?!
I guess that she (or your friend) found out about your orgasm... that was embarassing!
WOW!! I don't know if I should stand in awe of your cajones or be shocked at your audacity.
...Guess I'll go with awe!
I guess that she (or your friend) found out about your orgasm... that was embarassing!
WOW!! I don't know if I should stand in awe of your cajones or be shocked at your audacity.
...Guess I'll go with awe!
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LOL It's Not About..
It's not about winning darlin!!! I figured there have to be embarrassing moments out there. By the way I'm no longer embarrassed about mine, but as an 18 year old boy I certainly was.
Hey aren't you from Northern Ohio? Would you please email me at [email protected]?
By the way, I guess I'm willing to write the story about this .
Tron
It's not about winning darlin!!! I figured there have to be embarrassing moments out there. By the way I'm no longer embarrassed about mine, but as an 18 year old boy I certainly was.
Hey aren't you from Northern Ohio? Would you please email me at [email protected]?
By the way, I guess I'm willing to write the story about this .
Tron
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Here is mine
My most embarassing moment involves tickling. To give a little backround, I used to have a babysitter that used to tickle the crap out of me. We always used to wrestle around until one day she found out how ticklish I was. Well, it was all over for me after that! She was a teenager (15-17) and I was a kid (7-9)when she used to watch me. Basically, I had no chance against her especially once she started tickling. She used to pin me to the floor by sitting on my thighs. Then she would wrestle my arms over my head and get a grip on them with one hand so she had a free hand to tickle with. She would have me laughing before she even started just by wiggling her fingers in front of my face and saying "you are in so much trouble!". Then, she would illict the most hysterical laughter and screaming out of me by using her nails on my ribs and in my armpits! It was pure torture, but secretly I loved it! Until one day...
We were wrestling around in the back yard and she stared pinning me down just like always. This time was different though because we were outside this time. Once she had me pinned down I noticed that 2 girls from my neighborhood were watching. These girls were good friends and probably a couple years younger than me. I had a bunch of things running through my head. First, I knew I was going to get tickled. Second, I was embarassed because I was thinking that these younger (extremely cute) girls were going to get to witness it. Well, my babysitter confirmed that suspicion by calling the girls over to my yard. I remember struggling really hard begging the sitter not to tickle me in front of them. Then things got really bad as she said "Oh, I won't tickle you, but I bet they will!" I was really struggling then. My sitter called to the girls "Hey, do you want to know a secret about Chris?"
"Yeah, tell us!" they answered as they ran over.
"Please don't tell them!" I begged.
Totally disreguarding my begging she answered "Chris is the most ticklish boy in the world!"
"Really?" one answered "Tickle him then!"
Then my babysitter began to plant dangerous (for me) ideas in their heads. "Why don't you try? Look, I have him pinned down. He can't stop you. You can tickle him as much as you want! Go ahead, make him laugh his head off. I'll even hold him until you have a chance to get away!"
At first the girls looked reluctant. That sooned turned to horror for me as I realized they were starting to think about it. Then one of the girls got brave and wiggled a finger in my armpit! I tried so hard not to laugh, but it tickled so bad I squeeled. Then both girls got huge smiles on their faces and they both started to poke at me. I closed my eyes real tight and tried to fight off the giggles. Then, both girls just dug in!
I exploded HAHAHAHAHA! STOP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Here I was, probably 9 years old. I had a teenager pinning me down while two 7 year old girls effortlessly forced hysterical laughter out of my lungs. I laughed, I screamed, I begged. I was totally helpless! This was my most embarassing moment...
My most embarassing moment involves tickling. To give a little backround, I used to have a babysitter that used to tickle the crap out of me. We always used to wrestle around until one day she found out how ticklish I was. Well, it was all over for me after that! She was a teenager (15-17) and I was a kid (7-9)when she used to watch me. Basically, I had no chance against her especially once she started tickling. She used to pin me to the floor by sitting on my thighs. Then she would wrestle my arms over my head and get a grip on them with one hand so she had a free hand to tickle with. She would have me laughing before she even started just by wiggling her fingers in front of my face and saying "you are in so much trouble!". Then, she would illict the most hysterical laughter and screaming out of me by using her nails on my ribs and in my armpits! It was pure torture, but secretly I loved it! Until one day...
We were wrestling around in the back yard and she stared pinning me down just like always. This time was different though because we were outside this time. Once she had me pinned down I noticed that 2 girls from my neighborhood were watching. These girls were good friends and probably a couple years younger than me. I had a bunch of things running through my head. First, I knew I was going to get tickled. Second, I was embarassed because I was thinking that these younger (extremely cute) girls were going to get to witness it. Well, my babysitter confirmed that suspicion by calling the girls over to my yard. I remember struggling really hard begging the sitter not to tickle me in front of them. Then things got really bad as she said "Oh, I won't tickle you, but I bet they will!" I was really struggling then. My sitter called to the girls "Hey, do you want to know a secret about Chris?"
"Yeah, tell us!" they answered as they ran over.
"Please don't tell them!" I begged.
Totally disreguarding my begging she answered "Chris is the most ticklish boy in the world!"
"Really?" one answered "Tickle him then!"
Then my babysitter began to plant dangerous (for me) ideas in their heads. "Why don't you try? Look, I have him pinned down. He can't stop you. You can tickle him as much as you want! Go ahead, make him laugh his head off. I'll even hold him until you have a chance to get away!"
At first the girls looked reluctant. That sooned turned to horror for me as I realized they were starting to think about it. Then one of the girls got brave and wiggled a finger in my armpit! I tried so hard not to laugh, but it tickled so bad I squeeled. Then both girls got huge smiles on their faces and they both started to poke at me. I closed my eyes real tight and tried to fight off the giggles. Then, both girls just dug in!
I exploded HAHAHAHAHA! STOP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Here I was, probably 9 years old. I had a teenager pinning me down while two 7 year old girls effortlessly forced hysterical laughter out of my lungs. I laughed, I screamed, I begged. I was totally helpless! This was my most embarassing moment...
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Welcome to the TMF, TlkshChris, and congratulations on your first post. 😀 This is a wonderful place, have fun here.
Why didn't I ever have a babysitter like yours? 😛 😛
Why didn't I ever have a babysitter like yours? 😛 😛
Actually the thread starter is not alone...
One of my very first orgasms came (no pun intended) when I was 15 or 16, I was at Ms. D's classroom after school one day alone with her trying to find a way to tickle her feet, as she wore high heeled backless Candies back then. Love the gentle slap, slap, they gave. I sat in her chair at her desk talking to her when she sat down on the desk and dangled her show right NEXT to me!!! Dark nylons, dangling shoe and my fingers only a few inches away.
My ears were actually ringing from the adreniline running through me, and I could take no more. I just grab her foot, put it in my lap, and just started tickling as much and as fast as I could. Her sole was so soft and smooth and she quickly exploded into laughter. I had locked her foot near my member, and between the feel of her foot wriggling along my member (still in my pants, I wasn't that brave!), her laughter and the feel of her sole as I tickled her. I couldn't help it, I just exploded. I hadn't really expected it, it surprised me and I quickly let her foot go and excused myself to go to the bathroom.
What a damn perdicament. I didn't even know how I was going to clean myself, and I used to have to walk over a mile to school. Crap!!! Luckily it didn't show. I quickly left, but the memory will be with me forever, it was an early very erotic memory for me, and Ms. D never said anything to me about it when I returned from the bathroom, and I wonder if she even knew what she did to me that day, but it was hot for me.
I did get to tickle her nearly everyday after that day after school, and we were good friends. Nothing ever got that erotic again though or as intense, and she didn't seem to mind the foot tickles I gave.
Oh to be that young again in today's world...
One of my very first orgasms came (no pun intended) when I was 15 or 16, I was at Ms. D's classroom after school one day alone with her trying to find a way to tickle her feet, as she wore high heeled backless Candies back then. Love the gentle slap, slap, they gave. I sat in her chair at her desk talking to her when she sat down on the desk and dangled her show right NEXT to me!!! Dark nylons, dangling shoe and my fingers only a few inches away.
My ears were actually ringing from the adreniline running through me, and I could take no more. I just grab her foot, put it in my lap, and just started tickling as much and as fast as I could. Her sole was so soft and smooth and she quickly exploded into laughter. I had locked her foot near my member, and between the feel of her foot wriggling along my member (still in my pants, I wasn't that brave!), her laughter and the feel of her sole as I tickled her. I couldn't help it, I just exploded. I hadn't really expected it, it surprised me and I quickly let her foot go and excused myself to go to the bathroom.
What a damn perdicament. I didn't even know how I was going to clean myself, and I used to have to walk over a mile to school. Crap!!! Luckily it didn't show. I quickly left, but the memory will be with me forever, it was an early very erotic memory for me, and Ms. D never said anything to me about it when I returned from the bathroom, and I wonder if she even knew what she did to me that day, but it was hot for me.
I did get to tickle her nearly everyday after that day after school, and we were good friends. Nothing ever got that erotic again though or as intense, and she didn't seem to mind the foot tickles I gave.
Oh to be that young again in today's world...
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King, you need to describe some of these scenes in greater detail. The number one fantasy around here is a tie between babysitter tickling and teacher tickling. I believe you will have a bunch of guys interested in reading your material. I can't believe she let you get away with this all the time. Please post some details (such as a physical description of her and her feet).
Thanks
Thanks
When I was younger, about 15 or 16 I guess, my sister used to bring these two girls back from primary school to take care of them before they got picked up. I used to tickle Jenny a lot coz she loved it hehe but...
the embarrasing time came when she wanted to see if I was ticklish. So she tickled me round my waist and I went into hysterics. It was kind of embarrasing, since I didn't really expect it to tickle at all. So after that, she spent the next hour and a half tickling me.
Fun...?
I'm just realy upset now thinking about when I was younger. I used to like tickling and getting tickled in a non sexual way I guess, and now that I'm at the age where I could enjoy it sexually, there's no oppertunity for it. I'm a little uncomfortable tickling younger relatives sometimes. I don't think I could unless they were in a playful mood anyway.
I just wish I was a kid again! 😛
the embarrasing time came when she wanted to see if I was ticklish. So she tickled me round my waist and I went into hysterics. It was kind of embarrasing, since I didn't really expect it to tickle at all. So after that, she spent the next hour and a half tickling me.
Fun...?
I'm just realy upset now thinking about when I was younger. I used to like tickling and getting tickled in a non sexual way I guess, and now that I'm at the age where I could enjoy it sexually, there's no oppertunity for it. I'm a little uncomfortable tickling younger relatives sometimes. I don't think I could unless they were in a playful mood anyway.
I just wish I was a kid again! 😛
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My experiences
EMBARASSING MOMENTS
Over the years, I’ve had many such moments, some better or worse than others
The first one I’ll share involves my cousin Kate, and it happened when we were seniors in high school. Winter weather kept us apart for more than five weeks, and record snowfalls, cold waves, and ice storms hammered the region. During that time I had minimal contact with the few girls I knew in my hometown, as school was repeatedly cancelled.
My teenage hormones, combined with the intense isolation, took my foot fetish to new heights. I honestly thought I’d lose my mind if I couldn’t have access to pretty female feet.
In the midst of this personal crisis, I sent a letter to my cousin, one that gave me pause just moments after I mailed it. I’d composed it on a bogus letterhead I created on a computer at school. It was from a fictional doctor’s office, reminding Kate of an impending appointment. The enclosed card read as follows:
OUR RECORDS INDICTAE IT IS TIME FOR YOUR NEXT
PODIATRY APPOINTMENT WITH:
Dr. Foot Monster
You are scheduled for the following procedures:
· Preliminary Examination
· Sensitivity Testing
· Therapeutic Massage
· Foot Spa Whirlpool Bath
· Follow-up Examination
Kate didn’t reply to my letter, nor did she mention it in our phone conversations. I feared that I might have taken things too far.
When I finally saw Kate at our grandmother’s house two weeks later, she was rather aloof. It wasn’t until shortly after dinner, when we were alone, that she produced the appointment card and teased me at length. One she was satisfied with the crimson coloration of my face, she took pity on me, removed her black leather boots, and indulged me with a lengthy game of foot doctor. I nonetheless felt foolish for sending the letter.
Another incident involved a woman I used to refer to as Aunt Ruth. She was one of my mother’s friends, and she’d been coming to visit since I was a baby.
Ruth was beautiful, reminiscent of Canidce Bergen, and she always came to our home wearing business attire (heels, skirts, and so on). She tragically lost her own son to an illness when I was very little, which seemed to fuel her feelings of warmth an affection for me. At the risk of sounding ruthless, that enabled me to get away with murder.
Whenever Ruth visited, I did my best to get her alone. Then I’d serve her tea and her favorite cookies. While she ate, I’d always sit on the floor, remove her shoes, and play with her feet. She thought I was cute and happily played along with me.
One day, Ruth came to visit, and it was apparent she would be sitting at the dining room table with my mother for the duration of her visit. I just had to play with her feet, and I crept under the table without being noticed.
For several minutes, I smelled and caressed Ruth’s nylon clad feet. I also sneaked in a few playful tickles, making sure to time my attacks when she wasn’t speaking. I got careless and stroked Ruth’s ultra-sensitive left arch while she was in mid sentence, and she giggled loudly. My mother asked her what was wrong, and her reply is engrained on my memory to this day.
“Hee hee hee… it’s okay… um… ha ha ha… my special guy is… OOOH… tickling my feet under the table,” she said.
I was hopelessly embarrassed and slithered from beneath the table before my mother had a chance to scold me. Things ended well, and I played with Ruth’s feet on many subsequent visits, the last one being shortly after I graduated from high school.
EMBARASSING MOMENTS
Over the years, I’ve had many such moments, some better or worse than others
The first one I’ll share involves my cousin Kate, and it happened when we were seniors in high school. Winter weather kept us apart for more than five weeks, and record snowfalls, cold waves, and ice storms hammered the region. During that time I had minimal contact with the few girls I knew in my hometown, as school was repeatedly cancelled.
My teenage hormones, combined with the intense isolation, took my foot fetish to new heights. I honestly thought I’d lose my mind if I couldn’t have access to pretty female feet.
In the midst of this personal crisis, I sent a letter to my cousin, one that gave me pause just moments after I mailed it. I’d composed it on a bogus letterhead I created on a computer at school. It was from a fictional doctor’s office, reminding Kate of an impending appointment. The enclosed card read as follows:
OUR RECORDS INDICTAE IT IS TIME FOR YOUR NEXT
PODIATRY APPOINTMENT WITH:
Dr. Foot Monster
You are scheduled for the following procedures:
· Preliminary Examination
· Sensitivity Testing
· Therapeutic Massage
· Foot Spa Whirlpool Bath
· Follow-up Examination
Kate didn’t reply to my letter, nor did she mention it in our phone conversations. I feared that I might have taken things too far.
When I finally saw Kate at our grandmother’s house two weeks later, she was rather aloof. It wasn’t until shortly after dinner, when we were alone, that she produced the appointment card and teased me at length. One she was satisfied with the crimson coloration of my face, she took pity on me, removed her black leather boots, and indulged me with a lengthy game of foot doctor. I nonetheless felt foolish for sending the letter.
Another incident involved a woman I used to refer to as Aunt Ruth. She was one of my mother’s friends, and she’d been coming to visit since I was a baby.
Ruth was beautiful, reminiscent of Canidce Bergen, and she always came to our home wearing business attire (heels, skirts, and so on). She tragically lost her own son to an illness when I was very little, which seemed to fuel her feelings of warmth an affection for me. At the risk of sounding ruthless, that enabled me to get away with murder.
Whenever Ruth visited, I did my best to get her alone. Then I’d serve her tea and her favorite cookies. While she ate, I’d always sit on the floor, remove her shoes, and play with her feet. She thought I was cute and happily played along with me.
One day, Ruth came to visit, and it was apparent she would be sitting at the dining room table with my mother for the duration of her visit. I just had to play with her feet, and I crept under the table without being noticed.
For several minutes, I smelled and caressed Ruth’s nylon clad feet. I also sneaked in a few playful tickles, making sure to time my attacks when she wasn’t speaking. I got careless and stroked Ruth’s ultra-sensitive left arch while she was in mid sentence, and she giggled loudly. My mother asked her what was wrong, and her reply is engrained on my memory to this day.
“Hee hee hee… it’s okay… um… ha ha ha… my special guy is… OOOH… tickling my feet under the table,” she said.
I was hopelessly embarrassed and slithered from beneath the table before my mother had a chance to scold me. Things ended well, and I played with Ruth’s feet on many subsequent visits, the last one being shortly after I graduated from high school.
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tklshchris, so far I think your stories the best. Tell me did you ever get your babysitter, or those two younger girls back? Or did those two girls launch any more tickling attacks on you?
I have an embarrassing tickle story, although it only involves a quick tickle, but it was embarrassing nevertheless. Years ago, I used to work in a retail electronics store. I hated the job, but it did provide me a couple tickling oppurtunities w/some of the young women that worked there(unfortunately the hottest women I saw all day were the customers, and obviously I wouldn't dare touch them)
DISCLAIMER; THIS STORY IN NO WAY ENCOURAGES TICKLING IN THE WORKPLACE. REMEMBER NOT EVRYONE SHARES OUR LOVE OF TICKLING, AND TICKLING SOMEONE IN A PROFESSIONAL SETTING IS USUALLY CONSIDERED INAPPROPRIATE.
OK, now that I've delivered my public service announcement, let me continue; There was this one female employee there. She was kind of cute, but she also was a bad ass(her bf was a rough looking biker dude), and initially she was kind of cold towards me - probably because she had been working there for a couple years and I was a new employee, always asking stupid questions(although I found out later, she was actually a very nice person.) Well one day the store was packed w/customers, and we had a full staff - all the managers, and supervisors were working. This young lady was on her knees organizing
a product display on the floor, and her sexy feet popped out of her flats. Now if this was a better job, then I probably would've acted more professionally, and resisted temptation, and but this job sucked, so I said the hell w/it! I gave her sole a good tickle. Well she literally screamed!
Everyone in the store stopped and looked. Someone asked her what happened. She looked at me, and I just wanted to crawl in a hole, and disappear. Fortunately she was a good sport. She laughed and said "He tickled my foot", and everybody just went back to work, nobody made a big deal out of it. It was after that I found out she was actually pretty cool
I have an embarrassing tickle story, although it only involves a quick tickle, but it was embarrassing nevertheless. Years ago, I used to work in a retail electronics store. I hated the job, but it did provide me a couple tickling oppurtunities w/some of the young women that worked there(unfortunately the hottest women I saw all day were the customers, and obviously I wouldn't dare touch them)
DISCLAIMER; THIS STORY IN NO WAY ENCOURAGES TICKLING IN THE WORKPLACE. REMEMBER NOT EVRYONE SHARES OUR LOVE OF TICKLING, AND TICKLING SOMEONE IN A PROFESSIONAL SETTING IS USUALLY CONSIDERED INAPPROPRIATE.
OK, now that I've delivered my public service announcement, let me continue; There was this one female employee there. She was kind of cute, but she also was a bad ass(her bf was a rough looking biker dude), and initially she was kind of cold towards me - probably because she had been working there for a couple years and I was a new employee, always asking stupid questions(although I found out later, she was actually a very nice person.) Well one day the store was packed w/customers, and we had a full staff - all the managers, and supervisors were working. This young lady was on her knees organizing
a product display on the floor, and her sexy feet popped out of her flats. Now if this was a better job, then I probably would've acted more professionally, and resisted temptation, and but this job sucked, so I said the hell w/it! I gave her sole a good tickle. Well she literally screamed!
Everyone in the store stopped and looked. Someone asked her what happened. She looked at me, and I just wanted to crawl in a hole, and disappear. Fortunately she was a good sport. She laughed and said "He tickled my foot", and everybody just went back to work, nobody made a big deal out of it. It was after that I found out she was actually pretty cool
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Most embarrassing tickling moment? That's easy....
There was a cute little neighbor girl named Tonya...and she loved being tickled, especially on her cute little feet. Tonya would come over to visit my sister, and she'd dare me to tickle her; be lying on the living room carpet watching tv and stick her bare foot up and say "tickle me...I dare you" or "see if you can make me laugh"...which of course I did (and she was extremely ticklish).
Well, one summer afternoon, mom had went to visit a neighbor, leaving me, sis, and Tonya alone in the house. Tonya was flirting as usual, daring me to "tickle her to death". I decided to really tickle the daylights out of her--until she screamed and begged for mercy (I usually just tickled her feet a few seconds until she squealed in laughter and jerked them away).
Well, I began tickling Tonya wildly under her arms, down her sides...on her soft tummy.....everywhere. Tonya burst out laughing hysterically, squealing, squirming violently, trying to get away and her little pink t-shirt came off..right in my hands....just as MY MOM walked in (to see her teenage son holding the teenage neighbor girl's top, and the neighbor girl standing there only in her bra, still giggling uncontrollaby....I could have died 😱 😀
There was a cute little neighbor girl named Tonya...and she loved being tickled, especially on her cute little feet. Tonya would come over to visit my sister, and she'd dare me to tickle her; be lying on the living room carpet watching tv and stick her bare foot up and say "tickle me...I dare you" or "see if you can make me laugh"...which of course I did (and she was extremely ticklish).
Well, one summer afternoon, mom had went to visit a neighbor, leaving me, sis, and Tonya alone in the house. Tonya was flirting as usual, daring me to "tickle her to death". I decided to really tickle the daylights out of her--until she screamed and begged for mercy (I usually just tickled her feet a few seconds until she squealed in laughter and jerked them away).
Well, I began tickling Tonya wildly under her arms, down her sides...on her soft tummy.....everywhere. Tonya burst out laughing hysterically, squealing, squirming violently, trying to get away and her little pink t-shirt came off..right in my hands....just as MY MOM walked in (to see her teenage son holding the teenage neighbor girl's top, and the neighbor girl standing there only in her bra, still giggling uncontrollaby....I could have died 😱 😀
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Re: How Sad
I don't usually respond to these things, but I had to on this one. I saw you respond to a post two weeks or so ago where you labeled a post "ignorant" because someone asked if anyone thought any given podiatrist may have foot fetish. It bugged me at the time, but I figured, whatever.
I guess the mods removed it, as it is no longer there, but I can't see much difference in what you posted there and are complaining about here.
Neutron said:
I don't usually respond to these things, but I had to on this one. I saw you respond to a post two weeks or so ago where you labeled a post "ignorant" because someone asked if anyone thought any given podiatrist may have foot fetish. It bugged me at the time, but I figured, whatever.
I guess the mods removed it, as it is no longer there, but I can't see much difference in what you posted there and are complaining about here.
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Re: My experiences
Great story!!!
reflexology414 said:
Great story!!!
I'm kind of embarassed to say I don't have an embarassing moment to share but you guys are making me fall off my chair (If it's physically possible for a girl to climax prematurely, I'm not aware of it~and sex ed was one of my majors!) You guys are hilarious and I'm sooooooooo glad to be a girl! 😛
XOXO
XOXO
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Re: Re: How Sad
Just consider the source, tickleking. 😀tickleking said:
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Well..
The post about podiatrists was ignorant. To think any one group of people is more ticklish than another select group, or a certain type of doctor became interested in their field because of a fetish is ignorant beyond belief.
The lady by the way told me it was ok to post about it if I desire.
At the time she looked like the mother on that show Quintuplets.
Tron
The post about podiatrists was ignorant. To think any one group of people is more ticklish than another select group, or a certain type of doctor became interested in their field because of a fetish is ignorant beyond belief.
The lady by the way told me it was ok to post about it if I desire.
At the time she looked like the mother on that show Quintuplets.
Tron
