They are totally trusting of anyone, believing everyone to be good of heart, and as long as a reasonable sounding excuse is given, no matter how flims..., they are willing to do anything if it makes anyone happy.LEVEL 2: Some awareness of sex. These people know what sex is but aren't aware of some of normal society's views on them. They may be a little wary, but just like level 1, if a good sounding excuse is given, they can still easily be taken advantage of.LEVEL 3: Complete bimbo-ness. As a. There isn’t much covered, though, basically it is a small triangle that starts on the right hip, at the level of the hip, and ending just far enough to the left that her pussy is almost exposed. He again starts at her foot, working in small circles, rotating her leg just a bit. Once he crosses her ankle, he keeps up with the circles, which again starts to cause the sheet to slide a little further into the middle of her legs. Once he hits her thigh again, and works up towards her hip, his hands. She has offered to do TV commercials for us for equivalent value for the cost of the work.”“OK, Greg. Did you get an estimate for the work?” I asked.“Sure did. I need to go back to the office and check the cost of materials and parts before I have a final number, but it’s pretty high dollar.” Greg told me.“You can go back to the office and work up the final quote. I’ll see if I can work out something with Miss Jones,” I told him.I went over to the chair next to her and sat down. I introduced. “It’s real.” Molly didn’t say anything for a few moments. I could kind of see now that she was having fun rather than being cruel, but she was an expert at raising tension. When she did speak it was after a sip of her drink and in a very measured tone, “Prove it.” I took a deep, involuntary, breath and let her words sink in. It was a moment when I could easily have made my excuses and leave, but it was also a moment that had suddenly charged with more sexual tension than I’d known in my life.