Rather an unfair contest. My new co-conspirator Peaches is a delightful addition to Denial Girl's visceral tactile misery, exhibiting exhuberance in abundance, joining my philosophical exploration, namely how giggles and torturously loathesome merciless tickling can live so commensurately in one body. Conclusions prove elusive as my submissive is available, I'm afraid, so we shall have to continue this more.

(Sorry, been reading books over quarantine. Borrred.)