Thanks for asking."She was dying to find out about the panties. "Have you given those panties to your grandmother yet?" she asked."Not yet. She lives ...n Pittsburgh. I'll have to mail them." Too bad you can't deliver them in person. I'd love to be able to see the look on her face. When do you think you'll mail them?" Don't know. The timing has to be right." "What do you mean?" I can't just mail them to her with a note, 'I bought you some panties, Nan. Hope you like them?' She'd wonder what I was. Mia wiggled against my back. "That was beautiful, amazing..." Yeah," Shay dreamily said.We exchanged declarations of love, then Mia bounced off the bed. Shay and I laughed at her sudden burst of energy."Time to shower—and I mean SHOWER." She pointedly looked at Shay. "We have places to go."I raised my eyebrows. "Oh really; anyplace in particular?"Her beatific smile made my heart swell almost to bursting. "We're going to visit your dad's grave."That was a cathartic day. We visited Dad's grave. "That's probably a good idea. I have a couple hours left to finish up some paperwork."She sucked in her lower lip, biting it softly, holding back any sound of disappointment as he continued."Dress appropriately for leaving the house. Wear your collar, of course. Take the money you need from the house moneybox. Go straight there, and right back as soon as you are done. Which Laundromat are you going to?"Stifling a sigh, "I will go to the one at the strip mall on Carlisle Rd. Thank you Sir."They. To which he immediately this time answered “shaven….definitely shaven!”. For a few minutes after this we just chatted a bit…mainly us telling David that this was just “our thing”…and that we’d always enjoyed the thrills of flashing and exhibitionism…and also that it was a pleasure to find a willing participant to our fun and games. David told us that he’d never really thought too much about that kind of stuff, and that although he enjoyed wanking to “normal porn”, he was happy with fucking his.