The gloves in the bead blaster didn't look like they had ever been used. The other pieces of equipment were a sand blasting unit and a commercial pres...sure washer.The guy saw me looking at the equipment and he said that if I would pay him a grand a piece for the eleven units he would throw the stuff I was looking at in for five hundred.That probably wasn't a bad deal but I really didn't want five of the units and that represented five grand. I tried to explain that to him. He threw his hands up. ’ He pulled the ignition coil, put it in a zip lock bag, and hid it under a nearby rock. ‘Now no one with be able to steal the truck if they find it’ ‘Do you really think things are going to get that bad?’ Dixie asked in a worried voice. Casey hesitated for a few seconds before answering. ‘I just don’t know. It’s been less than a month and we’re already having food riots, looting, and some people have been killed for what was in their panty.’ He stopped for a bit and said, ‘There’s food and. . please, please touch me..." the unspoken words careened softly around my mind.He bent over at last, and barely touched me, but just put an almost imperceptible kiss on my panty covered mound. I moved and bumped his lips. He grew more brave and lay his fingers flat against my bush. Barely touching. I heard him inhale deeply.My terrible naughty mind again. "Touch me, touch me ... Don't be afraid ... touch ... feel ... fondle ... oh, god, please fondle ... me..." Words unspoken raised a blush. Her soles were so wet and soft, they felt amazing on my face. Not to mention that they were a little stinky. She kept sliding them up and down on my face, rubbing her toes into my cheeks and over my nose, telling me to stick out my tongue as she played on my face. “Ahh, this feels so good, using your face to massage my feet. Hopefully they don’t stink too bad. But than again, I know foot boys like you like that.” I just continued to lick her toes, snaking my tongue in between each of her.