’ I say. You groan. ‘I’ll say a surprise! Since when do you wear things like this?’ I shrug. ‘Since now, I suppose.’ I smile at you. You r...ll your eyes at me. I laugh. ‘Always full of surprises, aren’t you? What am I going to do with you?’ you wonder. I shrug and grin at you. You pinch my inner thighs playfully and I squeal. Then your thumb casually rubs across the lace of my panties. I twitch. You smile. You like seeing me squirm. You can’t resist any longer and move your face to kiss my inner. "Want to refresh your memory?"She didn't give him much chance to reply, noticing his fascination with her fingers as she unfastened the rest of the buttons. She wore a black bra that fastened between the cups, and as the blouse slid off her shoulders she toyed with the clip, watching his eyes."Maybe you'd like to do it," she smiled."I would," he grinned, as she came over to his chair and bent down, her rich chestnut hair falling like a shiny flag over his face.They kissed, at first slowly, then. The raw material area was larger and easier to get at. Dan had built in racks for the standard gas rig, a wire feed gas rig, two regular arcs, a mig, and a tig. It was amazingly compact for six pieces of equipment. His built-in areas for the portable generator and compressor set them out of sight, but easy to reach for repair, replacement, and maintenance. A big difference was the boom truck. Dan had beefed up the steel used to mount the boom allowing it to set a little higher on the bed, so. It certainly was not a nightmare that woke me up, considering that it was not a sense of dread that awoken me, but rather a peculiar surge of energy as if I somehow drank three mugs of coffee during my slumber.Needless to say I had difficulties falling asleep once again that night, due to the sudden energy surge within my body. I tried to ignore that incident and some time after I finally fell asleep. To this day I still can't explain what exactly caused it, but to be honest it was and still is.