The garter belt was actually a dark blue combination panty and garter belt. It was silk with ribbon-like trim in the front and a sheer fabric in back... The fabric clung to my exceptionally well shaped bottom.I lay back in my big leather chair, moaning, eyes closed, and smiling. I felt his close shaven cheek as it rubbed against my inner thigh. He began to plant light fleeting kisses on my thighs. The sweet kisses progressed down my thighs until he was kissing my legs through the black nylons.. Bernard, he loves people—the more, the better. At the bar I saw a couple who looked almost ordinary. Clearly there was something going on, though. The man wore jeans and a camouflage top. The woman had on camo pants and a black t-shirt. ‘What are you supposed to be?’ The woman grinned broadly. ‘Upper and lower GI!’ I had to laugh. ‘That is sick.’ We introduced ourselves. It turned out the woman was a nurse and her husband was an x-ray tech. They had worn their costumes all day at work, just. Johnson's eyes. Always before, when he had seen me, he had seen old Jasmine Burke, an old person, useless and ready to die. Now, he looked at me with a man's eyes, and saw a woman, a fellow human being. Being 97 just meant that I was no longer as attractive as I once was, and maybe had some health problems.He got up and pulled out the chair in front of me; one that to my knowledge had not been sat in since old Abe had died five and more years ago, leaving no one at that table until the Johnsons. The sight made her think that she was dropping the wrong panties. He smiled, and looked directly at her breasts without the slightest hint of ambiguity. “Are you cold?” Jeanie glanced down and saw that this time, her nipples were prominently displayed against her blouse. Her eyes returned to his, and she answered before she had an opportunity to second guess it. “Actually, I’m hot.” “The dryers?” Joe suggested, though his grin said something else entirely. “Not really.” “You do look hot.”.