Tickling

One day I was at my friends house. I was dressed in a short set. Mine was yellow shirts with a matching shirt. The shirt had elastic at the bottom of it which if I moved, it made the shirt ride up exposing my round belly.

My fiends dad came into the living room where we were playing. After a few minutes I stood up to go to the restroom and my shirt rode up showing all of my belly. My friends father saw my belly and belly button. He said, “what do we have here?” I didn’t know what he was talking about. He told me to come here. So I did. He said, “I’m talking about this fat belly button sticking out of your round belly”. He was wiggling his ** toward my belly button and I sucked in my belly. He said “oh no you don’t!” He picked me up and laid me across his lap with my belly in full exposure. He tickled the tip of my belly button and then he tickled all around the protruding skin. I laughed and tried to get away. He then tickled my belly and went back to tickling my belly button. I kept laughing and wiggling around. He kept telling me to “give him my big belly button” and I said “no” he just kept tickling me and taunting me to give him my big belly button. I kept saying no. this tickling transaction went on for a while. His daughter tried to help me but he would tickle her too. He let me go and stopped tickling us. He said that he never seen a belly so ticklish before let alone a belly button so big. He said every time he see my belly he is going to tickle me.

Needless to say I went over there several more times with my belly button showing so he could tickle me. These were fun time that were had.

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