Abellytickler1980
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Alright, I'm sure that there are some good tales of belly tickling waiting to be told. Let's put 'em hear for everyone to enjoy.
This involves a neighbor who was studying for a test in one of her classes. She was afraid of not doing well, so I agreed to help her study. I would ask her questions and for everyone she got wrong, I would tickle her stomach (her most sensitive spot). She sat in my lap and I put my hands under her shirt so as to be able to tickle her bare skin. I would ask a question and if the answer she gave was incorrect, I would try something different. Sometimes I would poke her sides, or skitter my fingers across her tummy. The most effective manner would be to put my finger in her bellybutton and pretend it was lost in it (her bellybutton was a deep innie). After it was all over, I sat on her arms, raised her shirt to her ribs and went all out on her tummy!!!
Studying can be fun sometimes.
This involves a neighbor who was studying for a test in one of her classes. She was afraid of not doing well, so I agreed to help her study. I would ask her questions and for everyone she got wrong, I would tickle her stomach (her most sensitive spot). She sat in my lap and I put my hands under her shirt so as to be able to tickle her bare skin. I would ask a question and if the answer she gave was incorrect, I would try something different. Sometimes I would poke her sides, or skitter my fingers across her tummy. The most effective manner would be to put my finger in her bellybutton and pretend it was lost in it (her bellybutton was a deep innie). After it was all over, I sat on her arms, raised her shirt to her ribs and went all out on her tummy!!!
Studying can be fun sometimes.

Now i'm getting all nostalgic. Sorry.
I am starting to believe that maybe she's right, until I poke her side. A giggle.
I then raise her shirt up and tickle the front of her stomach! PAYBACK TIME!!!!
She pays dearly for lying because not only do I tickle her stomach, but her sides, ribs, and even delve into her bellybutton, which produces the best response! It all came to an end when her mother came outside, hearing the laughter, and saw us.

I pulled her over the back of the couch and starting tickling her like mad!
That meant tickling the other girl! 



