Now that she had told me she liked sucking cock, we would finish many 'lessons' that way, if I hadn't come when the 'lesson' was over, and it was time...for her to leave, to get herself off with Daddy. The same scenario was acted out, the next couple of days, and I was getting impatient for a new element to be added. When I told Mom this, she said she was stalling on purpose, and asked me if I hadn't noticed that she was getting to suck me much longer, before I came. I had to admit she was right,. I slid the stockings up my legs, one at a time and very slowly, for they were very fine, 15 denier I should think, tan in colour and without seams or lace tops. Basic tan stockings really but finer and longer than usual. The panties went on next, French knickers, lots of lace around the legs and a thin elastic waistband. They fitted me well, though rather larger than I would have thought to have worn of my own choosing. After the knickers were on, I attached the stockings to the suspender belt.. But when I offered, he turned me down."I'll just stay here and take care of the place while you're gone," he said."But there will be people, and food," I said."Frankie be there?" he asked, with a twinkle in his eye."Maybe," I said."Well, you tell her I miss flirtin' with her," he said.And that was that.My dad picked me up at the regional airport that served Brazelton. He had lots of questions about the Marine Corps, and Australia, and what I was doing in California. It was a thirty minute ride. Neither of us spoke or stopped shedding tears, but I needed him to think everything over truly. I couldn't fathom everything that went through my own mind, let alone his.Although, after a minute, he swiftly took my hand and rushed us both out of the bathroom. I just grinned and let him lead the way. In less than a minute, we were in the bedroom where we slept together every night.Although, as we made it to the bed, he casually just had me lie down. Then he slowly got onto the bed towards my.