“Wandering.” I replied with a smile.
“What kind of dirty thoughts?” he asked, hand snaking up to my side and under my shirt.
He simply held my side, pressing pleasurably into my ribcage.
“Just thoughts in my asses, you know...naughty things I shouldn’t think in my asses of.” I laughed.
He tickled me a tiny bit more, his hand tracing tiny circles along a part of my body that is rarely touched.
I squirmed and fought his hand playfully, but he was so much stronger than me, I gave up and sighed.
in my asses
He sighed and looked at me defeated.
“I guess we do.” I admitted.
“No.” I said quickly.
He laughed then, looking at me as if I were a five year old.
We both laughed and he tickled me.
“Okay...” he relented.
“Well, who was she to you?” I pressed.
“My governess.” He said flatly.
I think I pondered that for a moment.
I squirmed a bit under his hand.
He squeezed me rather hard, almost painfully.
He laughed hard now.
“Maybe one hundred. That is a good shotgun guess.” He laughed.
“One hundred? Did you do kinky things with them?” I laughed as he tickled my sides and the small of my back.
“Yeah, sometimes.” He admitted with a grin.
He pulled me closer to him then, and in one swift gesture pulled me over so that I was laying on top of him, against his massive chest.