I tried it on her side and she struggled to get away, unable to keep from laughing. Try saying "stop it" while laughing. So, being the loving boyfrien... I am, I kept at it. My arms were free, I could turn off the alarm clock but I found a new way to have fun. I got her on her back and I pounced on her and got both sides at once. She couldn't get away and couldn't stop laughing. And then she did. She got all serious and then she got embarrassed.There was a lot more intention behind the "STOP IT". Sheknew how to display her best assets to their full benefit. She had greatlegs despite her thickening thighs, and to exhibit them she always worehigh heels, sheer stockings and the shortest of skirts.Her spreading tummy was held in place with a full girdle with attachedsuspenders. Her ever expanding, slightly saggy breasts could becontrolled and displayed to advantage with the right bra. Her face justneeded more makeup than she used to use when she was younger, so shewore lashings of it.. He needed to becalled Jimmy, instead of that femme name she had given him. This allseemed so unfair. But the time to stand up for himself wasn't now.He made a small, throat-clearing sound. "Thank you, Dora. For takingcare of me. I'm sorry I got so buzzed." He self-consciously tried tosmooth down the front of the nightie. She appeared to be waiting formore. "And thank you for complimenting my look." You're welcome," she said, her tone conciliatory. "But I want to dosomething with that. I came back into the bedroom to find her hand, once again questing for me in the empty bed.It may seem odd to many that I took a silent joy in the fact that, even in her slumber, Beth sought the comfort and reassurance of my touch. Nevertheless I did, still do for that matter. No other human being alive wanted the comfort of my touch; I never realized how much that lack hurt until now. What Lisa did and tried do to me could have very easily destroyed me. That occurrence would have destroyed.