What else? She was wearing nomakeup. I'm not so observant to say what makeup a girl is wearing butenough to notice there was no makeup at all. And no ...jewelry. Just blackleather necklace with a strange way hooked silver rings. She was wearingolive tee and khaki cargo pants. I could say it was a pure beauty as purebeauty of a concept car - just perfect form and color and nothingredundant - every boy's dream.I didn't know why was she so special. Her head without a single hairexcept from eyebrows. Next morning I went to work and handed in my notice. The difficult part was trying to avoid telling my friends what I was going to do with myself. I telephoned Jon on the Tuesday evening and gave him the good news. He said that he would collect me at 10:00 am on Saturday morning. I wore Ben most days that week, and every time someone accused me of daydreaming I blushingly smiled and said that I was thinking about my new ‘adventure’, which was true. On the Friday evening as I was getting ready. The second door lifted showing an older Ford pickup truck. Then the third door opened and oh my, a 1957 Ford Thunderbird."What do you think Chuck, you'll have to get rid of something to put your car in the garage." "You mean you are going to leave these here? You're going to leave the T-bird?" I was dumbstruck."Yep they're yours." She said wistfully. "The truck hasn't been anywhere but the gas station or used by one of the neighbors for about five years. I take the T-bird to the store every. Annghgiiiiee!"This time she grabbed the nearby washcloth and bit into it to muffle her screams, fearing the echo would alarm her neighbors because it was even louder than the usual cries of ecstacy emanating from her bedroom. Again she pulled back, gasping and sobbing from the incredible intensity of the two climaxes. Then, one last time, she scooted forward, clenching her teeth as the fierce stream of water stabbed into her pussy.This time it took her a little longer to come, but when she did.