“And here I was afraid to run out of clothes before I can ask all my questions,” she laughed. “But it can go on like this, as far as I’m conce...ned.”I smiled. “Don’t worry, I’ll find other things for you to do when your clothes are off,” I said confidently.“Mmmmh,” she purred. “Now I’m curious what that might be.”“Well, you’ll have to wait until your turn then,” I replied and grinned.“Not fair!” she yelled half-joking and then sighed. “Oh well, then at least tell me something funny or. Those are my underwear!" I only wanted to see how they felt! I wanted to know why girls gotdifferent clothes!" Lets go inside." Was all she had said, we went back into her room andshe made me sit on the bed, taking my pants and going into the bathroomfor a few minutes.I was about to die, what if she was getting my parents? What if she wascalling her mom!? I was going to be in so much trouble..At that moment she returned, wearing nothing but a pair of yellow cottonpanties and a matching bra,. I am cuddled up with the bag in my lap, it takes us a good 45 mins to get out on the open road, the truck is cruzing smoothly and we begin small talk, his name is Ravinder Singh (name changed), works for this transport company out of Bhavnagar and is originally from a small village inPunjab, he has a wife and 3 kids and they all reside in the village. I tell him some bits about me and we continue, typical Punjabi music is playing in his truck and is at a light comfortable level. I do not see a. That smile wasn't just in her lips, but spread throughout her face, almost lighting up her whole being and spreading out to encompass everyone near her.It was at that point that Paul realized he still had to go to the bathroom. He blushingly asked her if she would be willing to step outside because he ... then he just pointed at the bedpan without looking at Denise, embarrassed that he even had to talk about it.She smiled that warm smile at him again, touched his arm, and said, "don't worry.