I remembered Katie coming up to me later with the white g-string in her hand as I sat alone on the patio wall."I found this behind the shed daddy"I tr...ied to laugh it off but I was breaking up inside,"Well looks like someone got lucky baby" It's her g-string daddy, you know it is!" Katie there are about twenty couples here, it could belong to any of the women, don't jump to conclusions!" All right daddy, have it your way"She sat down next to me and laid her head on my shoulder,"You're much too. He reached over and grabbed his cane, then closed the door and started across the grass toward the last gravestone at the end. He was shakier than usual today, and he had to stop and steady himself, to get his heart to slow down."I'm coming, Miss Whetstone," he said, starting off again. This was a big day, and he was trying hard not to get too emotional about it.He shouldn't be doing this, he knew. He wasn't supposed to be driving. If his kids found out they'd be furious. Damn old age. More. ”“Oh, Daddy, you are awful. I'm Holly,” she said. “I hope we'll be great friends.”“Pleased to meet you, Holly,” I said offering her my dainty hand.She took it and squeezed a little, looking straight into my eyes as she said, “You're very beautiful. You're much too good for Daddy.”Something about her touch and her gaze sent a shiver through me, a shiver of pleasure and anticipation. She was a very pretty young girl, probably three or four years older than me; she had on tight-fitting frayed. He is short, looks like a k**, with a closely shaved head and a goatee, the “teen-ager” look. Moving his body closer to my wife’s, he slides one of his legs between hers, causing her short skirt to rise up so high her panties are showing. She lets him get in real close while his thigh squeezes right up to her crotch.Their bodies undulating in unison, her underwear must be brushing against him. I see her closing her eyes and biting her lower lip; a sure sign her body is enjoying his moves. .