Dess picking kris up by the armpits and laying him down on her bed and rolling his little striped shirt up above his belly button, over his ribs and kissing him up and down his tummy, running her hands up and down his sides and thighs and lining kisses riiiight above the groin where his pants are. Then getting bored and stopping, the "playtime" never really goes past that and kris can’t tell if those were memories or dreams or not but regardless his stomach is a major weak zone for him now.