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Harvest HomesShe says, you can tell America from the rest of the world by the color of the wallpaper, or lack thereof. That Southern hospitality is refreshing after so many years in London. The stuffed animal that sits on her table is named Dog, and if you ask her why, she'll ask you if you're blind. It is a dog after all.
When the aide handed her a night gown she wanted to know if it was for sale. When he told her it was a gift, she couldn't accept it, but if he wanted to lend it to her that would be lovely. The aide was actually a woman and when we told her so she replied, “Well, she was a man when he gave it to me”. We all laughed and she said, “Oh lovely then” and laughed with us while clapping her hands.
Needless to say, I liked her almost immediately; so lively and spirited, and what a sense of humor. I can't tell you how old she is, any age beyond eighty will do. I can't tell you how crazy she is, but I imagine only a little, perhaps a touch of Alzheimer's or Dementia
Lexi's Tied Up Tickle Torture*rrrrrrrrr*
Lexi sighed. Despite finals being only a week away, she was unable to focus the least bit on the textbook sitting in front of her; she hadn’t eaten any breakfast that morning and her belly had been growling hungrily ever since she arrived at the library, growing steadily louder as it got even closer to lunchtime. She stretched, reaching her arms high above her head. The motion pulled the hem of her long-sleeve navy blue shirt up past her belly button, and she rubbed her bare belly.
Her friend Shane, sitting next to her at the library table, looked up. Lexi smiled at him, slightly embarrassed. “Sorry!” She whispered. “I’m just so -” her belly let out a loud growl that lasted a good four or five seconds before trailing off into a soft gurgle. She blushed.
Shane smirked. “Hungry?” he guessed. He reached over and patted her belly, causing Lexi to laugh.
Milk BarThis 4th Street studio was always dark and surprisingly filthier than the sidewalk that framed it;
a stage too small for mimes and ballerina types.
We figured that out in the eighties, but these dancers here tonight weren't even born yet,
nor was their producer.
So there they were, thumping around on the balls of their feet, freezing to death without a lunch break,
like the slavish, big-boned bison they'd grow up to be.
Us, a handful of has-beens in the audience - essentially the only benefactors left
and as we looked on, the reasons why were becoming unclear.
For twenty bucks a show, three nights in a row,
we applauded their resilience marked by starched tutus, sooty tootsies and sternum tissue-issues in uneven bunches...
such muchness on training-wheeled unicycles.
None of us missed that 4th Street bullshit
but we did miss being that adorably forgivable in the midst of molding our future selves
from the feathered depths of an indoor landfill.
The show was over
Tickling My Best Friend's Mom's FeetHere is another memorable time involving my best friend's Mom twice at different times.
We were in our early twenties, Rick and me, and we were always going over each other's houses. Now Rick's Mom, I'll call her Mrs P., and I were very close and I never thougth about tickling her at all. Lord only knows she was very attractive. She was short, about 5'4", short blonde hair, average weight, in her mid 40's and always wore long pants and dark blue socks with white tennis shoes. I would look because of my fetish but at that time that was as far as it went. Most of the time she would sit curled up in the corner of the couch reading her mystery novels.
The one time I wish I could have was when she came back from Wedding and she was weaing dress slacks and I happened to look down and saw she was wearing sheer, tan stockings and I could see she had small feet and painted her toenails. They were a very pretty pink and in the hose and sandles they looked fantastic and I do have to admitt that w
Innocent Victim Chapter 8"H.M.H.S. BRITANNIC!!!!!" growled an angry HMS Ajax. "Sorry!" Britannic pulled up next to him. "It's bad enough that we're breaking rules by sneaking out of the harbor but if we're caught the blame goes to you. No more fooling around, we get there, you two talk, and it's back to South Hampton. Got it?" the battleship groaned. Britannic nodded. "Sorry." As the two sailed onward, they hid from HMS Queen Elizabeth and HMS King George V, who were returning from an operation off the coast of France. As the battleships passed, Ajax couldn't help but admire his older brother. He wish he had a mate as beautiful as Queen Elizabeth. He pushed it away and he and Britannic kept sailing onward until they reached France.
Britannic looked among the sleeping ships and found the one he was looking for. "Olympic!" he whispered. She stirred but did not wake. He then snickered and thought of something. He gently pushed her out to sea, away from earshot, and yelled "AIR RAID!" Even Ajax rolled over, laughi
Female Co-Worker's Feet X3(Foot Related Fun Part2)I have this part time, working weekends, in a store and I mostly am in the concrete and lumber dept. I am suppose to assist where ever needed and believe me the cashiers do take advantage of this.
They page me constantly to get will-call, internet and shipped orders for customers ranging from appliances, counter tops, kitchen items and to load them for customers and such and this is in between trying to assist customers on concrete and asphalt construction.
Anyways, being the Holiday season, things are frantic there and yesterday afternoon was no exception. This one cashier/customer service Lady, Carol, always pages me for questions and assistance and she always flirts with me, joking of course.
Carol is in her late 50's, pretty, shorter hair, wears dressy tops and jeans and white tennis shoes.
So I get there and she asked if I could assist a customer on a repair issue and then she told me how her shoulders and neck were hurting from being on the phone and as I was walking away I took
Things You Shouldn't Do At WorkBeep. Beep. Beep.
The checkout girl scanned the bar codes of the few items the shopper had, a plastic smile on her face. "That'll be-" The facade fell when she heard the singing.
"So let me show you around, maybe play you a sound
You look like you're both pretty groovy
Or if you want something visual that's not too abysmal
We could take in an old Steve Reeves movie."
"Oh God, no."
"I'm glad we caught you at home, could we use your phone?
We're both in a bit of a hurry.
We'll just say where we are, then go back to the car
We don't want to be any worry."
"Don't do it, Lila."
"So you got caught with a flat, well, how about that?
Well babies, don't you panic.
By the light of the night when it all seems alright
I'll get you a satanic mechanic."
"This is your last chance."
But she didn't listen, and the next line came out in a scream as loud as Lila could throw her words.
"I'M JUST A SWEET TRANSVESTITE FROM TRANSSEXUAL, TRANSYLVANIA."
Chloe slapped her hand over her eyes and excused herself
Wife's Bedroom Feet (The Story)Tonight was fun and great but at the end it got cute and silly.
She came home from work and I suggested she bathe while I made dinner, so she did and we ate and afterwards she said she had some charting to finish on her laptop and as she walked by I joked and said that I have catching up to do with photos.
She asked and begged not tonight due to her work and I told her OK, well that was until she lay on the bed and started charting.
I crept in and she looked up and stated," didn't I tell you know photos and no tickling tonight cause of my work"?
I told her I wouldn't interrupt her and I carefully put the pillow over her ankles and took the photos of her feet as she had her ankles crossed but how to get her to change positions naturally? Simple solution, tickle them lightly and maybe the maddening itch would work and sure enough it did.
She crossed her ankles over the opposite way and I took the photos and lightly tickled them again till she put them side by side and then I really tickl
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