"I can show you the right technique," I said, and as I took the pencil from her I made sure to touch her hand just an instant too long. It felt good t... touch her soft skin, and I wanted more. She looked up at me, and I smiled at her to try to make her feel at ease. She dropped her gaze back down. I saw her sneak a quick glance down her blouse, and she took her thumb out and straightened slightly to let the blouse resume its normal shape. She tried to do it casually, but her cheeks flushed just. It was my grandfather's truck and I wanted to leave it looking like it did when he drove it because he asked me to do that. He told me I would know when to paint it."She nodded. "Charlie had worried me a little bit."I said, "Let's walk over and you can sit in it and ride around the block."She said, "I would like to see it but I don't need to ride to feel safe with you, Brad."I nodded and said, "Let's go." Taking her hand, I led her out and into a far corner of the parking lot. My truck was an. He was frustrated. She kept quiet, knowing that he wouldn't appreciate her talking to him just then. He was stuck. He'd been trying to write the same page for days, and he couldn't seem to get past it. She didn't have to look at him to know that he was getting upset. She could hear it in the way he was typing. The more frustrated he got, the angrier his writing got.He had a deadline to get the chapter finished. He usually didn't struggle like this, but for some reason this time, he kept saying. It showed a woman with nothing on but an orange thong, and what appeared to be a bulge in her underwear. Gross, I said. What is this? Its a vibrator thats attached to the panties, she said. It will stay in you as long as the underwear stays on. And a man can go in your ass with a thong on. Imagine Justins surprise when he goes in your ass and feels a little tickle! No, Amy! I argued. This is disgusting. Secretly though, I didnt want her to know that I was curious. She mustve known this,.