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i love to tickle women´s feet while wearing pantyhose,nylons,stockings.
since i was a child i tickled a lot o f women on her feet. the mature ladies were my speciality at a child.
i started with one of my aunts. once i was playing with my toys on the floor of my house and she was sitting on the couch watching tv. at the moment we were along. she was wearing brown pantyhose and her feet looks beautiful. when she came to my home she sat on the couch and removed her heels.
i used my tiny car toy to play on her legs and feet using her legs as it was a bridge. she just looked at me with a big grin on her face and told me that when somebody touch her nylons it tickles a lot. i asked her where and she told me that i only have to touch her nylons in every part of her legs or feet and that will tickle her a lot and better of this, she told me that she liked, so i kept touching her legs till the knee and her feet very slowly for about an hour or a little more.i wa
when i was a kid i tickled a mature woman in nylonwhen i was a kid i tickled a mature woman´s nylon feet.
i was about 12 years old. the woman was a friend of my grandmother. we were neighbors and i always was at her house watching tv after
school. she is brunnette, about 45 years old at the moment. she always wore pantyhose.
i was at the living room when she came from her work and goes right to her bed. she just said to me "hi". about 20 minutes later i went to
the bathroom and i saw her lying on her bed reading the newspaper with her hosed feet crossed and resting. we always had a good relation
ship until this days. she was wearing a yellow dress and tan pantyhose. i enter the room and sit in the end of the bed facing her hosed
feet. she saw me and just said "hi" and continue to read the news. i started to touch very lightly the nylons on one of her feet. she just
wiggle the toes very lightly. on the wall was a big mirror, so she can see what was going on at the moment. i kept drawing a line very
lightly and slow just touching
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APH: Mexico OC
PS: I will draw my own ref sheet. I just need to draw Mexico out and find a bg template.
Country Name: Estados Unidos Mexicanos/ United Mexican States
Country Age: 689 (Founding of Tenochtitlan) 204(Independence from Spain)
Human Name: Alejandra Guadalupe Rosales
Human Age 18-20 years old (In appearance)
Languages: Spanish(official)+67 native languages-(Many of the languages originate from the ancient civilizations, with influences from the Toltecs, Zapotecs and Olmecs, alongside the Mayans and Aztecs. The Mayan people continue to contribute significantly to the form and structure of the country today. Due to the amount of languages currently spoken, Mexico is rated as one of the most culturally diverse countries in the world.)
Religion: Roman Catholic
Capital city: Mexico City
Ethnic Groups: 65% Mestizo, 18% Amerindian, 16 White, 1 Black, Asian or other.
Chix, S2 Chapter 6: 'The transformation of Hearts'
Review: Last time witches cursed one of Monique’s paintings as everyone who’s touching it gets inside where they created monsters. Monique’s able to free them but Ciara thinks Ginger and both start to argue. As Ginger went to Magix City the brutal witches were attacking her and she earned her Darix. Ginger explained the witches’ appearance and Fabia has to face the facts – she has to fight her evil twin!
The next morning on the yard
Alina: Let’s go! Ginger you don’t need high heels for jogging!
Ginger: Okay, okay!
Alina: Okay! 1, 2, 3 and go!
Ciara: I’m already out of breath!
Alina: We’re going to jog to the Black Mud Swamp!
Irice: What?!? That’s too far!
Alina: Stop beefing! Let’s go! Ciara! Faster!
Monique: They got to be kidding me!
Alina: No, we’re not!
Fabia: You meant the royal ‘we’, didn’t you?
Alina: Probably! Let’s go! Stop chatting and faster!
3 miles later
Ashia: I c
The Story of Joe and Mary: Part 1Nighttime had long since swept across the small farm of the Smythe family. Quiet whispers of air nipped at the trees, pulling the reddened leaves softly from their shedding homes. The teenaged Joe Smythe sat at home, absentmindedly watching his beloved cow shamble lazily through the field, heading towards the small homemade shelter the blonde teen had constructed for her. He was waiting for his sister and mother who had gone into town that morning to buy some shoes for the youngest of the five children, Zachariah, who had long since worn down the soles. Joe shuffled uneasily in his seat and looked back to his sleeping brothers, John had been trying to shut out the gentle calls of slumber with all his might, yet had finally been lulled in and was now sleeping soundly. The collection of small boys were sprawled on the floor, their matching blonde hair seemingly meshing together in the dim lighting of the melting candles. Joe turned his attention from his kin back to his nightly vigil. Su
SchuldJared, a dark haired man with light eyes, sighed in unnecessary relief after he read the paper. Specifically, the article about the 20 year old woman. She fell into busy traffic and ended up dying. How she ended up falling, however, was Jared accidentally bumped into her while in a rush. He didn't know she had a false leg and bad balance. How was he supposed to know that she'd fall? No one knew he was involved. No one but himself, and it ate at him.
He didn't leave this house for a month or so after that day. He didn't plan on ever leaving his house again. However, he didn't have food growing in his house. He had to leave for food. He grabbed his largest coat to hide in as he walked to the market. He felt as if everyone was watching him as he walked. Like they all secretly knew what he did. Like they were judging him. It was enough to make one want to scream innocence. His guilt growing with every paranoid thought. After he got his food, enough to last about two months or so,
Hetalia Head Canons.: N Italy :.
• Feliciano is against violence since he mellowed out and has even classed striking someone with your fist as a felony.
• Most of Feliciano's ditziness is just an act to get people to like him. It's working pretty well.
• Although talented in music and art, Feliciano specializes in the Violin, Piano and Acoustic Bass Guitar.
• Feliciano loves no sound better than pretty women and a playing mandolin.
• When McDonald's opened in 1986 in Rome, Feliciano gave away free spaghetti to remind people of the Italian culinary heritage.
• Feliciano has to face more earthquakes and volcanoes than any other European countries.
• Feliciano loves nothing more than a traditional Patchanka band or simply some smooth jazz.
• Feliciano has a server case of monophobia (fear of being alone) that he shares with his brother, although Lovino's isn't as bad.
• Feliciano still waits for the day HRE will return and say
Slender Parte 18 (final)Aqui va!
Espero que les guste,valió la pena hacer este fic!
Habíamos encontrado otra localidad,era una X en forma de paredes,y,oh casualidad,LA ULTIMA NOTA ESTABA AHÍ!! Corrimos todo lo que pudimos y la logramos alcanzar
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Los demás estábamos celebrando,en especial Fabi y Cami,no parábamos de saltar de la alegría como si alguna bendición llegase a pasar,en un momento se escuchó esa endemoniada nota de una sola entonación del piano,Slenderman se puso en frente nuestro
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The Origin of Robyn Railway part 1The girl looked up from her homework and out of the window. It had been raining the whole day, almost like the weather gods had decided to wipe away all happiness from the surface. A tear ran down the girl’s face and she sniffled. Her story wasn’t full of sunshine; her deep, blue eyes were almost filled with tears every time you saw her. She sniffled again and returned to her homework. She was writing a letter. She knew that she had to do her homework, but the letter couldn’t wait.
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“Miss Andersson!” A loud, gr
Len x Yowane Haku- Love of Evil Chapter 32Len saw her sister in the crowd, disguised in the cloak that he had given her. What was she doing here? She wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near here! She was supposed to be running away!
But…she was here. And Len suddenly remembered that he had promised her that his last sight would be of her smiling. It wouldn’t be fair to Rin if he couldn’t keep such a vow.
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tickling mom´s friend in nylontickling mom´s friend in nylons
this happened when i was about 11 years old.
i was at the house of one of my neighbors friend doing nothing, just watching tv. it was only me and my friend. her mom arrived from her job and sat in the couch. she removed her shoes and put her feet in the small table in front of her. she picked up the phone and call somebody. she was there talking in the phone and me and my friend were sitting there watching tv in the same room. her hosed feet were beautiful in tan pantyhose. she was wearing a black dress and tan pantyhose. she is a tall brunnete and beautiful woman and was 44 years old at the moment. suddenly my friend stood up and told me that he was going to visit his girlfriend. she live in the same street that we were. so in the house was me and my friend´s mom and she was still on the phone. i went to the kitchen to drink some water and when i came back i sat on the floor near her hosed feet. she was still there on the phone. i started to
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
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She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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