The view I got was quite something. The daughter was wearing nylons, ablue nylon slip and fitting blue nylon and lace knickers (no abbreviatedpanties ...hen, of course). All this was on perfect view. About two inchesof bare flesh was visible above her stocking tops. She was also leaningforward so that the front of her dress hung open sufficiently for me tosee the tops of her breasts nestling inside a matching blue nylon andlace bra.Mother was also wearing nylons and a similar slip but, rather. Melody.I bless the parent who chose this name for you fifty-five years ago. Dear God in Heaven, thank you. Melody, you unchained me. My bonds of despair and loneliness broken, they lay at my feet. I kicked them away. I couldn’t, I wouldn’t, let you see the old man in front of you. I struggled to present myself afresh, anew, rejuvenated.You freed me from my heartache. Freedom is a powerful aphrodisiac. You freed me and I desired you. I prayed it wouldn’t show. I was too old to lust but I. "I'm fine," she said, faintly. "More to the point, are you okay?" Not a scratch," he said, mildly. "Do you always drive like that? If so, maybe you should just run everywhere you go."She leaned back in her seat and took a deep breath."I'm sorry," she said. "I was ... agitated." What about?" Actually ... you," she said, looking up at him.He smiled. "Well how about that? I don't think I've ever inspired a girl to go on a murderous rampage in her car before." I wasn't on a rampage," she said, and. She found herself in a side room with a proper bed and a few basic pieces of furniture. "Take 'em off and get on the bed." He told her in a no nonsense manner, already beginning to strip his tee shirt off.Sharon slipped her panties down her legs and climbed on to the bed, watching him apprehensively, yet knowing what was about to happen. He kicked his boots off as he unclasped his belt and peeled his trousers off. Her face slackened as she saw him unhinge from the front of his trousers. He was.