Rachel grabbed the binoculars and zeroed in on Ray while I began moving the telescope into position. While I could get a fantastic close up look at his thingy, I wasn’t able to follow him very well due to the extreme magnification. On the other hand, Rachel could easily follow with the binoculars. It was only when Ray would get to a place where he stood still for any amount of time that the telescope was a better option. Unfortunately, most of that time he had his back to us. Still, we could see the wrinkly bag hanging down when he bends down to work on the wheels. A few times, depending on the angle he parked the truck, we could see his thingy very plainly, right down to indian the cute knob that stuck out past the skin on his thing. For the next two summers we simply watched Ray as he worked while we started to think of other things we could do besides just watch. Sometime during the second summer, it punjabi seemed as if things worked out where we could see better than before. Ray started parking the truck such that for much of the time he was virtually facing us so we could get a full-on view. And strangely enough, about that same time he seemed to be even bigger than before, sometimes he was huge! His thingy stuck way out and up at an angle. In addition, it bobbed couple up and down as he walked. A few weeks before things made a dramatic change, I found out from some other girls how to give myself pleasure by rubbing my “Special Place.” Of course, I also showed Rachel and soon we developed a routine where we would take turns watching Ray while the other got herself off. By timing it well, we could both have a great time. Sometimes Ray just washed the old cars, but other times it almost seemed as if he were putting on a show just for us. One day after he finished the fire truck, he sat down on the running board and turned so that he was almost, but not quite, facing us. I was watching with the binoculars and Rachel was using he telescope. “Wow!” exclaimed Rachel, “look at that!” I focused the binoculars in better and saw Ray’s thingy sticking up like a flag pole. Slowly he began to stroke it, up and down, up and down. We watched in absolute fascination as he pumped the thing, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Suddenly a jet of white stuff spurted out the end collage and at the same time I could see his face twist in an expression of pure joy, relief, pleasure, all mixed together. As we compared notes, Rachel was quite de***********ive about his thingy as she was focused in so tight, she could only see about an eighteen-inch circle and had the scope centered on the tip. On the other hand, with the binoculars, I could see village his entire body and the facial expressions were almost as good as the spurting stuff. “Hey!” I exclaimed, that is what they were talking bout in biology class last spring when we were in the chapter about reproduction. 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