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It took a couple glasses of wine and a lot of begging, but Lori convinced Gail to let her tickle Gail's foot.
Gail's face scrunched like a sponge being wrung out as Lori’s nails scribbled across her nylon-clad sole. “Don’t hold it in,” Lori said. “Let your laughter out.” When Lori pushed her fingers between Gail's toes, Gail couldn’t take it anymore. She threw her head back, laughter pouring out of her. “Doesn’t that feel so much better?” As Gail laughed, unable to stop, a catharsis washed over her. Lori’s fingers weren’t just tickling her, they were opening Gail's valves, releasing the stress she kept pent up day after day.
Then Georgette pulled out the peacock feather...
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Tickling gallery