Slowly, reluctantly, Cathy unzipped her flight jacket and dropped it on the floor. She then unzipped the front of her one piece flight suit and shrugg...d it off her shoulders, allowing it to drop to her booted feet. Woodenly she stepped out of the flight suit. Cathy sat on the edge of the sleeping platform to unlaced her boots. Her boots and socks joined the flight suit in a pile on the cold floor. She pulled the top half of her white thermal underwear over her head, pulled it clear of the rope. She looked up through her long lashes at the chiseled nose and cheekbones of the Sheriff.Candy looked like she'd had a long night yet retained that warm bronzed complexion her luscious lips still glistening with the slightest of non issue lipstick. Her long hair was expensively curled and sculpted the dark roots adding to her sultry look. As Candy spoke Daisy's mind wandered, wondering what her own straight (home cut) blonde tresses looked like now they were covered in cylinder fluid."We need. I start to kiss you again as my thumb finds your clit and starts to slowly rub it while my finger starts to slide deep into your tight pussy. Your warm hands are running up and down my hard shaft, I am moaning as you grip my cock harder in your hand. Your pussy is starting to get very wet which is making me want to drop to my knees and rub my tong against your clit till you cum. But you want me to take my shorts and boxers down just enough to get my hard cock free. My cock is now out and you. I know that they are no longer together yet I’m so happy for her.I have to try and make my clients understand what it is they are dealing with. Sometimes, it’s hard when they are so wrapped up in what they believe is the truth. They all have one thing in common though. They are all looking for or believe they have found their dream man. I mean, from what I have heard, from their stories, dream men just don’t exist. Not for my clients anyway.I generally listen to about four to seven variations.