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After talking about actually getting together in person, we both came to agree on next weekend. That way, I would have time to get that “bucket of bolts” that I have for a car ready and Kammy could do her regular job and have her n line college school work done with no interference.
But we still talked both by being on line through texting, IM and by phone. And a few times, we did send sexy texts and did some phone sex here & there. She would send me some sexy changing room selfie pix that she took with her cell phone when she was shopping for some new outfits and she wanted to know what outfits that I would like to see her wear? One of the changing room selfie pix she took of herself was when she was shopping for new bras and panties. She wanted to know what types of sexy bras & panties that I liked on her that she looked good in and in what colors. One group of bras & panties that she was trying on I really liked. It was a nice pink sheer nylon set with matching bra and panties that were nearly see through. The bra was a nice push up, half cup style and the panties were a nice bikini style. She texted, “Do you really like these, Daddy? Are they sexy enough for you?” I texted back, “Oh yes honey child, you should get those!” She took a few pix of her herself trying on another set that I ready liked that were in a nice deep navy blue with nice lacy flowers that was in a nice satin like nylon material that she looked good on her, too. I told her that, with winking smiley face emojies “Blue is my favorite color, lol. . .”
She wanted to know about what shoes that she should get? Generally I’m so wild about a girls in hose & heels, but Kammy really didn’t have much experience in wearing high heels, but wanted to but surprisingly, most of the guys that she went out with in the past didn’t seem to care or ‘it wasn’t his thing’ and since she does the kind of work that she does, had no need to wear such shoes, especially since she did yard work and cleaning and some basic home repair type stuff so wearing any sort of high heels would have looked very out of place & almost unnatural. But she did try on and modeled a few pairs that I liked on her, she modeled a black, shiny patent leather pair of slingback, pointy toe pumps and a nice black leather strappy peep toe platform evening type sandals that had 5″ heels and another glittery evening style pumps that had a thin spike heel and open toes. And then she tried on a pair of simple black leather ballet styled flats, for her ‘little girl’ look that did have some nice toe cleavage. She modeled the flats with both thin black knee socks like school girl socks and also with bare feet. I commented on all those pix and saved them all on to my phone’s external memory card so I wouldn’t lose them.
The week before I was due to take the trip across the state to see Kammy, I had spent to get my car, ready. Most that I could do on my own, I did to save a few bucks. I changed my engine oil and filter, I changed my air filter and got new sparkplugs making sure they had the right sparkplug gap, I changed my engine serpentine drive belt, since it was almost due for a change, anyways. I chucked in a new battery and did a change of fresh engine coolant. I did manage to rotate my tires on my own but I had my mechanic clean and adjust my brakes and balance my tires and check my alignment. Once all of that was done, I spent some time cleaning the car inside & out and tried my hand in buffing out & polishing the paint as best as I could with a buffing machine & buffing pads that I got cheap. It came out not too bad, in the end. And the night before, I pack my gym bag with a weekend’s worth of clothes, I packed my new boxers and socks, a couple of nice T shirts and a nice pair of blues jeans and a nice pair of athletic pants and pj bottoms and all my travel toiletries that I’d need. I had planned to wear my old comfy faded blue jeans up on the way up there and one of my nice T shirts and my trail shoes since I wasn’t sure of the layout of the ground that I’ll be on and still be ok to drive in but I did bring along a pair of my ‘Swoosh’ Greek goddess basketball type sneakers that were nice for just going around town or wherever? Kammy was going to get her hair, brows and nails done by a friend of hers that she did some yard work & other stuff for that was quite good with the other girls around town that couldn’t afford to have it professionally done. She did show me a few pix of what she had done and I almost fell over. Her hair was cut in a cute sexy Bob style with that nice side hair part that I liked and that she liked. Her brows were nicely trimmed and styled that made her looked grown & sexy and still ‘little girl’ like at the same time and had gotten a nice facial and simple manicure & pedicure on her cute little fingers & toes a nice ribbon pink that had a pearlescent macro-mini flakes in it. Naturally I was quite pleased and I sent her a pic of myself in a pair of my new cotton boxers with a hard stiff hard on in it that I naturally had meant only for her to see! She said that she wouldn’t show any of my pix to anyone and I told her the same thing about the pix and videos that she had sent me. We basically just talked on the phone the night before before I had to brake it off because I was going to need to charge up my phone & get some rest for the morning drive up to her part of the state.
The next morning came I since I couldn’t sleep I got up earlier than I wanted to and gave the car another going over. Checking the air in all of the tires and the coolant & oil levels and then, making sure I had packed everything that I had wanted to. While I was doing that, the phone rang and it was Kammy. She couldn’t sleep, either. She spent most of the night cleaning her little place and readying on what she was going to wear for the first meeting. She was cooking breakfast when she called. “HI, hello daddy. Hope I didn’t wake you?” In her soft voice hearing something cooking on her stove as she’s speaking. “No baby doll, not at all. I was up already.” “Couldn’t sleep?. . .” “No, not really, couldn’t wait to see you! . . .” “Me too. . .” “What are you cooking?” “Making hash browns and scrambled eggs with cheese, and you?” “Hadn’t had anything to eat yet, I might pick up something at the ‘Golden Arches’ before I leave city limits.” “Oh, you don’t cook?” “I can, but I hate cooking for myself. I mostly eat out or I bring things in.” “Oh, I can cook for you daddy and not just the things in the kitchen, either”