Tired from our drive and feeling quite buzzed from the beers, we both went into the tent, and fell asleep in each other’s arms almost immediately.Th... next morning, I awoke to feel Bud’s hot and erect dick touching my ass through his briefs. Turns out we were in the same position as we were last night, spooning. I could feel his hard on pressing against my butt cheeks, and almost habit-like, I could feel my ass rubbing up against his hard dick. As I started to grind against his dick, I heard. My name is Jason. The towel adds a nice touch. At least you can pull it off. Not many people can.” Smiling as she blushes, “You’re sweet. Can you do me a favor though and not mention this to anyone. I’m not really allowed to be doing this during my hours.” “I won’t tell a soul as long as you wear this towel while you go check me in.” “Oh, a little blackmail I see. All right, you’re cute so I don’t mind. Right this way” I allow her to go ahead of me so I can watch her walk. Damn, the way her. A different type than are most of the postal workers, but a fruitcake nonetheless. Now if you will quit wasting my time, I have work to do." I managed to pry my fanny out of the chair, and gave him a panty shot as I bent from the waist to pick up something behind me. "I'm sorry to have bothered you, Ms Adams. I hope the next time I look up your dress, er, I visit this address, I come at a better time." He was almost purple, and went running, well, limping, out the door. Samantha came in. "Talk. And on other people, I can paint clothes so realistic, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference from the real thing" I'm sure that you could, on a good day." On all the days! Every day of the week!" all year?" why not!"Joe paused for moment. He looked at Sam. Then his face grew into a wicked smile. "Lets prove it shall we. Tell you what kid- I'll forget about your little misdemeanor If** and only if** this little muffin can go all year in your painted clothes and not be charged with public.