“I am not doing it myself,” I assured him. “I haven’t got the knowledge and talent to do this machine any justice. I was thinking I would take it to Dabi Garcia’s. He does a great job and he is full service. He can do the interior as well as finish the paint and body.”
“I would have suggested him, if you hadn’t come up with him already. Let me get the title and we’ll get you on the road, so to speak.” We did the paperwork, and completed the sale, and left. On the way home we stopped at Dabi’s to get the ball rolling on the car. He offered to go pick the car up. We discussed color combinations and he gave me an estimate for the work.
After the evening meal, I called Jess and told her about the conversation with Dad and that I bought a car. “I am so excited for you, Chet!” she screamed. “I can’t wait till we can break in the back seat.”
“Easy, baby. I have hard enough time keeping my hands to myself when we are together.”
“You can have me anytime you want me,” I didn’t know what to say for a second so she spoke again, “I know, the doctor hasn’t given me the okay to have sex… again. And you can touch me wherever you want now. You just don’t. Don’t you want me?”
“You have no idea how much I want you. Hold on.” I was getting a hard-on thinking about her, so I snapped a picture of the lump I my pajama bottoms, and sent it to her.
“Not a very good one, Chet. I can’t see the meat. Here, I’ll give you some inspiration.” I heard some fumbling from her end, then I got the chime on my phone telling me there was an incoming text. I opened it and saw her standing in front of her full length mirror, totally nude. I was instantly hard and straining at my pants. I looked to her lower abdomen and saw where they cut her for the surgery. The scar was nearly healed and her bush was almost as thick as she had in her first photo exchange. I released my aching member snapped a couple pictures and sent them both to her. “Now that’s more like it. Dammit you’ve got me so fucking horny. I am going to have to rub one off so I can sleep tonight.”
“Can you do that now?” I asked.
“I can sure try. If it hurts, I will stop.”
“Okay. Have fun.”
“Don’t hang up on me. I want you to hear it. I am going to tell you everything I am doing and how it feels.”
“You want to drive me insane, don’t you?”
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