Buying a picture of Earnest and the Troubadours, she had waited in line to have him sign it. Finally, she stood in front of him. Speechless, she hande... him the picture."Honey, is this for you?" he said, looking up with a smile to reassure her."No Sir, it's for my brother Clifford. He's in the Marines in Vietnam," she stammered, feeling awed to be talking to him. However, determined, she forged right ahead. "He tries to sing just like you, Mr. Tubb." He does, huh?" the Singer said, laughing in. These days we have a custom shower head that works nicely. I hate feces, and having to go, well, number two, for lack of a better term. My disdain for bowel necessities made the fact that I loved anal play that much more intriguing to me. My mother once told me that my hating to go was why I was always constipated as a child. Later, a therapist I was forced to visit after my parents discovered my stash of pornography told me that my hatred of going was probably why I had such an anal fixation. .. Daddy's thouchin' me,,, (giggle).” She didn't move, but shivered a bit. One of the responses he'd hoped for... He traced his finger back up her butt cheek: “Ooooh, he done it again. How inappropriate... (more giggles...)” “...any more inappropriate than you being in here naked while I'm in the shower?” “I s'pose not,” Cindy cooed as he further moved his hand to cup and gently squeeze her butt cheek... “Yeow! Daddy! That's really inappropriate... (sigh, giggle).” “I don't see ya. Wearing no panties, which was a suprise he had yet to notice since arriving home, I began touching myself as well. Vigorously rubbing my clit, I sucked his dick. Putting more and more of him in my mouth with each attempt, my legs started to shutter and I began to climax. My mouth hung open as I rode out the orgasm, firmly squeezing his dick with my free hand. Waves of pleasure spread thru my body as I felt him too beginning to pulsate.Climbing to my feet, I flipped up my dress and sat in his.