A home run for tickling fans.
If it's true that Howard Stern is responsible for the emergence of the tickling fetish into the mainstream, then somebody owes him a thank-you letter. Simply put, this pair is having the most fun this reviewer has seen on tape in a very long while.
Bridgette Paris and Benny B. have been set up by one of those blind date TV shows that are so popular these days. Benny, being a smart boy, left a key word in his profile: "Tickling." Paris, a curvy, giggly girl-next-door, asks him just exactly what he meant by that. He gives her a playful poke; she dissolves into laughter. A relationship is born.
Cannily, she suggests that he restrain her, "so I don't kick you." She also directs him to the stash of tickling toys in her bedroom. Soon her hands and feet are bound, and Benny is tormenting her with feathers, fingers, even the ends of his cornrows.
Benny is a polite date - he asks nicely if she'd like to remove some clothes to better facilitate their game. He unties her long enough to let her bring him a beer and doff her dress, and then ties her down in bra and panties for some more fun. Eventually they head for the bedroom, and Paris is naked and spreadeagle. Benny works her over from head to toe, spending plenty of time on her nipples and cooch (never with fingers, though). She laughs so hard, it's a wonder she doesn't hyperventilate. Only the fact that they have to report back to the TV studio to tape the finale interrupts their good time.