Put simply, I don’t want to lose him, not at all. “Sorry,” he begins “but I couldn’t help it. I’m a squirming, squealing, giggling mess as he attacks all my most ticklish spots in turn and says ‘Darl’ to the tune of the Imperial March from Star Wars, repeating and tickling harder each time. With unmatched speed, he goes straight for my extremely ticklish belly button and I’m done for, he’s bested me in two moves again! I’m still soaking, entertaining myself by playing with the bubbles when Andy returns, calling out for me. “Ohhhhhhhhh! “Like isn’t the word, he’s been trying to work up the guts to ask her out for months.”
“Really?” I look up at him, a little surprised that my instincts had proven true. I’m cummiiiiiiiiiiiiing!” I cry out as my orgasm crashes over me, intensified by his finger slipping into my asshole. “Yes! I promise him a fashion show after dinner and he sends me on my way with a playful swat on my ass.
