I run to the kitchen and fix my hair, making sure I look presentable before I tell him I have nothing to give him. I hop on the counter and cross my l...egs as I hear the front door open and then slam shut. A minute later my dad comes into the kitchen and sees me on the counter. I give him my sweetest smile. My daddy is attractive with brown hair like mine but a little lighter, and blue eyes that sparkle. He has a toned tan body and his muscles are big from lifting weights. He is strong and. We were treated by watching a completed bright, shiny lift drive over to a decrepit looking machine, lift it up, and carry it into the shop. The circle was complete. A lift had been rebuilt and another old broken down super lift was starting through the process.A truck was waiting, so the rebuilt lift was driven up onto the bed and chained down. The rebuilt machine was so tall that the truck had to be a drop-center trailer so the lift would clear bridges on the interstate as it was hauled to. The hair had the same color as the mare in the meadow just outside town, reddish brown. And out from this red-brown hair a big skin-flap stuck out. He didn't know what it was and neither did we. We discussed it for a while. We had heard of something called a clitoris and we agreed that had to be what he saw! Not that I believed a word of what he said, but I wanked off to that image for several nights after that. This fantasy overtook the one I had about fucking my very beautiful teacher. Now. "Be a bit more enterprising. Emmie does of 'em but she's wanting to be a pro so she's a big expensive." Well ... I hope to be back in a few days anyway with some more. It should be OK," I said with a professional air to my voice.She looked at me. "Do you want to think about it?"I nodded and bit my lip. "Can I give you my mobile number?" I asked. It was the first time I had been in a position to do so and quite liked the way it sounded. Olivia smiled."Yes. Yes, you can," she said confidently..