” We both burst out laughing. During the course of the reception I noticed that Sylvia was not the only one to be the object of Sari’s disdain. Sh... seemed to shower her frost over everyone except father, whom she treated with exaggerated and rather embarrassing affection, and her few friends present with whom she actually laughed. Sylvia nudged me in the ribs and asked, “How’s it going to be, having a sexy stepmother like her around the place?” I tried to laugh that one off saying, “Getting my. No one will see them.As I started looking through the panties, my mind became more confused.They did feel nice, and they looked pretty. It would be a good joke that Iwas wearing them and nobody would be able to see. I started to put themon. The frilly parts were giving me sensations that I never had before. Iread the writing in the heart, and it said "Daddy's little girl". I smiledat the thought. As I looked in the mirror, I could see this half nude girllooking back. The girl's voice was asking. It was bloody years ago. I think it was Great, great Uncle Stanley in the First World War. It was posthumous of course. Dad told me about it. I'm surprised you didn't know." Why posthumous of course?" Sylvie questioned."Subalterns had a life span of a week to two months in the front line. Dad said they gave out V.C.'s with the rations. It looked good in the papers." That's cynical." His sister replied."If you think that's cynical you would be surprised at attitudes in Government today." Marion. Listening to this, my dirty mind started thinking as how to laid this beautiful woman under me. She also asked about me and my family and I updatedher while driving. Her house came and I told her that we are to her destination. She gave me thanks and offered me a coffee with her in her flat.I readily accepted the offer and parked the car outside her house and we both went in her house. It was a 1 BHK flat which was maintained nicely by her.We went inside and she closed the door behind her and.