The last little things I remember, at least for now.....
1.) I'm tickling her while her friend looks on. After a second I hold her arms outstretched and tell her friend "You want to try? Try it! It's so much fun!". The friend smiled and considered it but demurred. (that actually has happened to me three times, lol I already wrote about another one of those instances).
2.) Kissing her under the covers down to her toes and giving her a sensation she'd definitely never felt before, and her high pitched hysterical helpless giggling that she was desperately tring to conceal by clapping her hand over her mouth and squeezing the pillow over her head, so as not to wake up anyone. The next morning, I woke up and she had actually written a poem about it! I wish I still had it!
1.) I'm tickling her while her friend looks on. After a second I hold her arms outstretched and tell her friend "You want to try? Try it! It's so much fun!". The friend smiled and considered it but demurred. (that actually has happened to me three times, lol I already wrote about another one of those instances).
2.) Kissing her under the covers down to her toes and giving her a sensation she'd definitely never felt before, and her high pitched hysterical helpless giggling that she was desperately tring to conceal by clapping her hand over her mouth and squeezing the pillow over her head, so as not to wake up anyone. The next morning, I woke up and she had actually written a poem about it! I wish I still had it!
