Daisy is napping outside and due to the tiredness she didnt resist to the ropes going around her limbs, until it was too late. Mickie tickles her the same way she did the other day. She doesnt fight it too much...huh...i wonder....why.....What makes Miss Daisy laugh the hardest? The comb? feather? catbrush? fingers??
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Daisy is napping outside and due to the tiredness she didnt resist to the ropes going around her limbs, until it was too late. Mickie tickles her the same way she did the other day. She doesnt fight it too much...huh...i wonder....why.....What makes Miss Daisy laugh the hardest? The comb? feather? catbrush? fingers??