Ticklish Old Man
4th Level Red Feather
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"Brat?!! I'm not Brat! Brat's brat!! *sigh* You must be going senile in your old age." I wedge my fingers between your toes, sawing back and forth in the limited space available. "Ha! Let's see you escape from that! My fingers have hardly anywhere to move, let alone you get out of this!" :happy:
*smirking "yeah, going senile" gasps and jumps "yaaak ghghghaaaghagaha heeey my toes" feet waving franticly to escape "YAHAA getgggeett out of ththtiiiss - is that HAHAHAHA a challange? wahaahaahaaa" wriggling*
I squeek and jump an inch or two in my surprise, falling into shocked giggles. I stop and move my fingers, shoving your one hand away, as my other one rubs all the resonant tickles out. "Do I have to end up doing something you'll regret? I hope not. You hope not!" I move my feet up a bit and retract them under your legs, my bodysvweight being more than enough pressure to keep your legs down. "Now before that little interruption, where was I? Oh yes!" I wiggle my fingers, slowly dragging them up from your heels to the balls of your toes, paying special note to get ev-ry-where.


