pghtickleguy
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I have another true tickle story of my friend Randi being tickled. This one takes place actually at a softball game. It even involves the same people. Myself, My friends brother and of course Randi. It was in the late summer and we were watching my friends softball game. It was kind of awkward because my friend played on the same softball team as his ex-girlfriends father so she would come to the games and her and Randi didn't get along. Well it started to drizzle a little and they were debating on calling the game. So while all this debating was going on the 3 of us decided to go back and wait in the car. Since we were just sitting in the car we decided to put Randi in the front seat. I got in on the driver's side and my friends little brother sat in back. Well I knew that if we would pick at Randi she was the type to pick back so I antagonized her and sure enough she took the bait. So I decided enough was enough. I grabbed her legs swiftly flung them in my lap and handed one leg to my friend's brother in the back seat and we both at the same time removed her shoes which exposed her nylon clad feet once again and just started scribbling all over her feet. It was instant explosion. She squirmed, screamed, and laughed all at the same time begging us to stop. hahahahahahahahheeheehee pleeeeeeeeze no feeeeeet tickling it's not fairrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We had to keep this up until not only the windows were fogging up but she was now just jerking and laughing quietly. We kept it up for a few more minutes and stopped. One because we didn't want to kill her and two because we didn't want to be labled as psycho's. As it turns out that was one of the best tickling experiences with Randi. I would have a few more times with her but none as good as that one. Since now she and my friend are divorced we never see each other. I do wish I could have one more go at her because I am a much better tickler now but I guess some things aren't ment to be.
