Just right. Herweekly trips to the beauty salon were paying off and on display, as herimmaculate 1/2 inch long French tip nails were understated, but...oh socorrect for her and that outfit. I would have bet that she either camestraight from the salon with her hair or had it done yesterday afternoonand wore protective night cap to save the style as her graying, silveryhair looked wonderful on her. I loved her hair, it is not too short ortoo long, it is the perfect crown to her whole look. My. So I heaved the load into the basket and stepped out the back door into the sunshine, walking carefully down the path to the line. I started pegging out the panties; black crotch less lace, tiger striped g-string, red satin bows, white burlesque frillies, and all the rest - like pretty flowers floating in the breeze. I smiled at my collection of lingerie, fingering them fondly and feeling a surge of desire course through my still naked body. I loved being outdoors like this, the sun shining. "Why did you choose that one," he asked. "I, just did," she mumbled, fiddling with her fingers. He put his thumb on her chin, pulling her face up to meet his gaze. "Do you like older men, Susie?" he asked. She nodded. "Even someone like me?" he asked with curiosity in his voice. "Y-y-yess," she stuttered. "Your daddy," he asked. She looked down and turned bright red again. "You don't have to be embarrassed. That's good. An older man, can do it right, and teach you, and treat you how you deserve. “No,” I may have said too quickly, so to recover I added, “First time will be the front door, OK Di?”She giggled and turned to me to say, “Whatever you want and whenever you want it, Jeffy!”“Nobody but you has called me that in like, forever,” I admitted.We got up, changed into comfortable clothes and we were on the way to Logan Park Cemetery.Two hours spent there was a waste of time, so we traveled to Calvary Cemetery, with again no luck. The only other place he might be was Memorial Park.