"Suzy replied, "Yes Sir," and laid out my outfit on the bed. It looked like tonight I would be wearing a stretchy red mid-calf pencil skirt and a shee... black blouse with a wide red stretchy belt. The shoes would be the same black closed toe, ankle strap pumps that I'd been wearing. There was also a wide, black satin garter belt and a pair of full fashion black silk stockings with a seam down the back. I love garters and stockings. It looked like I wouldn't be wearing panties tonight which was. I wanted to give him something to look at. My intense arousal had given me new courage and I had somehow stopped worrying about showing and baring my body. It was just him there, there was nobody else around and I was alone in my home on my private balcony, where I should be allowed to do whatever I wanted.I lifted my torso up slightly and I pulled the spandex material of my bikini bottom into my butt crack turning it into a G-string. I lay like this for a few minutes taking in sun and feeling. That had been kind of fun, but they'd tried to persuade him toget new clothes himself, as well. So far, he'd managed to beg off; hisown were still in perfectly good shape, after all. But lately he'dstarted thinking they might have a point. He could use a smaller shirt,and unfortunately some new pants as well. That powder may have helpedmelt the fat off his waist, but it seemed to have gone straight to hisbutt, making his jeans decidedly tight. In the meantime, he had listenedto their. Five years went byand I received my degree at age 22. My father turned 74 and, more so nowthan ever, I was determined to stay near him. I searched for ways ofseeking employment locally and chanced upon a once in a lifetimeopportunity. I had always had an interest in baking and a local bakerretired, offering his business for sale. I talked it over with my Dad, andhe was excited by this prospect. I detected relief from knowing that Iwould be with him and close. He added, "That would give me the.