I had completely forgotten about my feet, until he stopped edging my already aching body, and slid down the bed to my right foot, peeling away the shoe from my now very hot, sweaty socked sole. If you ever end up capturing me for a tickling session, even I now have to admit, the best way to make me desperately ticklish is to make me horny first... The first few tickles on my sole shot through my body like lightning, followed by an eruption of reflexive giggles that I wouldn’t have been able to fight back if my life depended on it! My feet were now SO fucking ticklish, and my only saving grace was the obvious fact that he was so hungry and horny for me, that a big part of his plans were obviously making me moan and beg in erotica as much as humanly possible! The tickling wasn’t on the top of his priority list. If it was... I would have been doomed!