GoForTheLaugh1
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When I was in college, a short, thin, pretty blonde was the desire of many of my straight male friends. She was quite a flirt, and she often wore tight jeans with a leopard skin pattern.
She was unbelievably ticklish, and some of the guys would bear hug her or throw her over their shoulders (literally) as they tickled her. Her laughter was always the same: "I hate you. Hee hee hee. I hate you. Hee hee hee."
For someone who hated it so much, she would often tease (and sometimes even tickle) the guys into tickling her. Did she really think nothing would happen when she took off her shoes and sat with feet (in nylons) propped up on a chair? Although I often say I grew up with no ticklephile friends, I often wonder...
Haven't seen her in years. Hope she has a husband who's up to the task! 😀
She was unbelievably ticklish, and some of the guys would bear hug her or throw her over their shoulders (literally) as they tickled her. Her laughter was always the same: "I hate you. Hee hee hee. I hate you. Hee hee hee."
For someone who hated it so much, she would often tease (and sometimes even tickle) the guys into tickling her. Did she really think nothing would happen when she took off her shoes and sat with feet (in nylons) propped up on a chair? Although I often say I grew up with no ticklephile friends, I often wonder...
Haven't seen her in years. Hope she has a husband who's up to the task! 😀
