Babs tried to wriggle free as Wolfort tickled her, but her lower legs were trapped under his arms.<br/><br/>"Oh... ah ha ha... stop it!... ah ha haa." As Cecil asked her his question, she gasped out. "Direct... aren't you! As long as... you bite my... feet off... first so... this guy can't... tickle them!"<br/><br/>Her own fingers started exploring Wolfort's body,trying under his armpits, sides, wherever she could reach to return the favour. "Vengance!"<br/><br/>Barbara pulled herself off Cecil, and rolled over to sit alongside Wolfort's legs. "Hey, what does that make me, chopped liver? Do you want me to be? Where I come from, it's considered polite to give the girl you just had sex with first refusal. Admittedly she is me, and I am she 'and we are we and we are all together, go go ga jub'. Or at least we will be once I find that multi-ball. But those two can play some more while we have dinner."<br/><br/>She reached into thin air, and appeared to be rummaging around. "Buttplug of transformation... carving knife, engorging potion, hacksaw, bottle of A1, roasting spit... ah here it is!"<br/><br/>She pulled out a softball sized ball with a dial on top. "Hmmm... about 6 inches high should be enough..."<br/><br/>She turned the dial on the ball, and dropped it on Babs.