He asked in a soothing voice. I nodded my head even as a little tear formed at the corners of my eyes. Ray watched my face carefully, then without warning he pulled back a bit further then in one quick thrust he shoved forward and in an instant, I felt about three things.
First, I felt a bit of a sting and then I felt his balls bump against my bottom.
He loves to take it to shows and parades, and anytime someone in the neighborhood has a party with some kids around, he takes the fire truck to the party and gives the kids rides Since we live on an un-paved road, it gets dusty and he washes and waxes it fairly often, especially before a parade or show.
Today is one of those days. Okay, so by now you are thinking, so whats the big deal about watching someone wash an old fire truck. Let me back up a couple of years and explain how we became fascinated with watching Ray wash his fire truck.