Autumn Bodell and Savanah Costello just came home from the gym and are engrossed with the sight of how much you allow us to see of your body in front of us. We find it comical that you can show so much of your skin to us and not be embarrassed!!! We are absolutely 100% intrigued with your lack of concern for your level of tickle fat around your rib cage. We cant wait to dig our fingers inside your pudgy torso. But first we start with your pits and how slippery your sweat makes us slide over the ripples of unshaven pores and across the silky layer of sweat that glides our fingers across your...

Autumn Bodell and Savanah Costello just came home from the gym and are engrossed with the sight of how much you allow us to see of your body in front of us. We find it comical that you can show so much of your skin to us and not be embarrassed!!! We are absolutely 100% intrigued with your lack of concern for your level of tickle fat around your rib cage. We cant wait to dig our fingers inside your pudgy torso. But first we start with your pits and how slippery your sweat makes us slide over the ripples of unshaven pores and across the silky layer of sweat that glides our fingers across your neck. From there we dig our nails into your flabby ribcage making you scream with laughter and beg us to slow down and help you at the gym. With our gym suis on we clearly have no interest in helping you other then to dig our nails into your iliac crest and make you scream in laughter and terror on where we will plant our nails next. Once you realize Savannah and I wont stop until their are tears pouring from your pupils we gently move down your inner though and make you beg us to release our ticklish clutches from your thighs. We finally laugh at your struggles when you realize it doesn't stop there.... we move ever so gently yet flirtatiously deviously painstakingly down to your ittie bittie wigglie toes and soles. What do you think happens next?