Lady Lakota vs White Feather (Aftermath): Recovery

Layla would giggle as Janet was going in to tickle under her armpits. Still trying to hold Janet's feet, she would say, "Heeheehee, I have the advantage here. Give up now!" She tickled her friend's feet and toes vigorously as much as she could.

“How do you figure?” Janet asked indignantly, when her opponent insisted that she had the upper hand. “Heheh, Iâ€ve got you right where I want you! I bet youâ€re more ticklish than I am, so, uh, haha, you better give up, ha, right now!”

Slowly, though, Janet would try to slide from her bed, getting her feet to the floor, and rise to a standing position, never taking her hands off of Laylaâ€s armpits.

As soon as Janet was making her way to stand up, Layla would now move her focus to try and get her friend's arms away from her armpits. From there, she would attempt to grab her and take her down onto the floor. If it was successful, she would try to go on top of her and tickle under her armpits.

Janet grunted as Layla grabbed onto her wrists and tried to pull her fingers away from her armpits. “Rrrgh…come on, sweetie…you know you love it!”

Before she could force her hands back beneath White Featherâ€s arms, though, she found herself taken down to the floor. She was not about to let the other Native American girl get on top, though, so she threw her legs up, trying to wrap them around her friendâ€s and keep the two of them on their sides, at worse, and perhaps get on top herself.

Layla felt Janet wrapping her legs around her waist as they both got on the floor. "Yes, I did love it. I just hope YOU do too!" They were then on their sides and both are trying to be on top of the other. Layla would still try to get her fingers to tickle Janet's sides and armpits.

Janet would bring her hands up to Laylaâ€s armpits too, tickling her while simultaneously being tickled herself. “Heh heh, you know what I would love? Making you pee your pants from laughter!” Janet declared, doing her best to out-tickle the other Native American girl.

"I only hope you enjoy it first!" declared Layla as she was laughing from being tickled under the armpits. Both girls scrambled on the floor to try and gain the upper hand. Then Layla had an idea, while Janet still hade her legs locked around her waist, Layla would attempt to turn her over onto her stomach, similar to the steps of a boston crab.

If this worked, she would instead take both feet and tickle the soles with her thumbs.

“Uurrgh, heh, hey!” Janet grunted, as the other Native American girl turned her over and began tickling the soles of her feet. “Oh, haha, you are not getting away with this that easily!”

Though she couldnâ€t really reach Laylaâ€s armpits when she was twisted into this position, she could get at the girlâ€s sides, and that was exactly what she would do, grabbing at Laylaâ€s midsection and going to work. “Heh heh, tickle tickle! You got a ticklish tummy?” Janet asked, having a difficult time controlling her own laughter as she tried to fight back.

"Oh, I think I will!" sang Layla as she continued tickling Janet's feet. She then felt Janet's fingers tickling at her sides. Layla started to giggle as she said, "Oh, that's how it's gonna be huh? Okay, take this!! Tickle, tickle, tickle!!" She began to tickle Janet's feet and toes vigorously in trying to gain the upper hand before the tickling at her sides gets the better of her.

“Heh heh, ha, hey, you wonâ€t get me that easy! Give up, or else!” Janet giggled, the intensification of the assault on her feet only solidifying her resolve. She would redouble her efforts, tickling Laylaâ€s sides with reckless abandon.