I couldn’t think of a better job for. Getting paid for doing something that you love is an amazing feeling. But that’s what I wanted to talk about... I am going off topic. I wanted to tell you about my customer last week. I am getting wet just thinking about it. This guy has been coming to see me for 3 weeks now. His name is Kenneth, but he tells me to call him Ken. He is 6’2”, over a foot taller than me. He has a full head of black hair, with some grey sprinkled through and at the sides. He is a. She puts her hands on her hips"let me have some of that stp" she demanded i don't have an stp it's a motor oil heather I-" she grabs me and kisses again, this time we kiss longer and the kiss lasts a good while."you want my stp huh? well i'm gonna give you this stp Stuff The Pussy that's what STP stands for, pull your fuckin panties off heather" i replied as I pulled my shorts and underwear off, she slides her panties down and kicks them aside i grabbed a bottle of stp and poured a small dab. Keith also noted rather quietly to himself the cute little landing strip of pubic hair she had between her legs. This landing strip ended atop a clit that seemed to stick out somewhat like Gemma’s one did - not quite as much though but it was still out there all the same for all the world to see as were the inner pussy lips further down. Those inner pussy lips hung out from her outer pussy lips and splayed out across that soft flesh in as care free a fashion as was possible.“So, what is it you. "Hi princess, how was your day?" Daddy asked."Fine Daddy." I replied as he climbed in the pool. "How was yours?" Incredibly dull!" He replied yawning and stretching on the afternoon sun.I stared at Daddy for a few moments, wondering what it would be like to have his powerful arms around my body as he fucked me hard. All of a sudden I was overcome with the urge to confess my secret desires for him, what's the worse that could happen? If you don't ask in life you don't get!"Daddy, I've been.