I wanted to be in control, I wanted to make damn sure I made the best pitch around so I could find my horny daddy.You see, I'm one of those rare horny...studs that need sex many times a day. Once a day just doesn't cut it with me. My girlfriend just can't keep up with me. She calls me a perv at times or a horn dog. Well its her loss, I knew I had to find me a daddy who know how to take care of young man cock.Once I made my post, I waited. I waited until I could find the right daddy, one I thought. ' I felt a tingle running down my spine. I turned my head and sure enough, it was Mr. Fuck. Camille giggled. 'I told you not to look! Damn, he lookes like he's about to rip your clothes off.' 'Yeah, he already told me as much a few minutes ago.' Camille gasped. 'So what are you still doing here you stupid bitch?' I shrugged a little. 'I don't know, I think he likes a challenge.' Camille was grinning at me like crazy, she knows me all too well. 'More like you're just scared shitless. Chicken.'. I was dressed in a very short skirt and heels, a revealing top and a hooker leather jacket. I looked every inch a very dirty british tv or Ts or sissy whatever you want to call me anyway this maturetranny sat in her car and just wanked her cock saying to myself “if nobody turns up in 20 minutes I’m gonna make myself cum and leave” ..Headlights Came into view. A jeep pulled up and a guy in his 50s just stayed in his car. By this time I was feeling so hard and horny so got out of the car looking. I’m not just saying that because she was my wife, or that I’d missed her so much, but because she was. She was more beautiful than I’d ever seen her. Her skin was bronzed from the Caribbean sun, her fabulous hair was a beautiful golden blonde with curled tendrils on each side of her face, and her dress…how do I describe the dress she was wearing?It was leather; a soft, thin, snow-white leather that fit her as if it had been formed specifically for her body. In fact, I was sure it had to have.