Once you reach your 60's, the one day you often dread is your birthday. Not really a fun day as when younger. Even if you can't help but be thankful to possess managed to get another year, it's a note you're getting ever nearer to the eventual visit by the grim reaper. With having said that, for my birthday my husband Walter would almost certainly take me out for supper with friends to celebrate. Been sort of a ritual the past few years, alongside some mandatory birthday sex. With that at heart I showered and prettied myself up for an evening out. I even dug through my lingerie draw for some fishnet thigh highs, garter, and thong to wear. All black, but decided against wearing a bra for a change. For a gown, I chose one which was short and a bit clingy, but not excessively so in either case. Although it did cling enough to expose the outline of my bare nipples. Plus it displayed a bit more cleavage than normal for me personally, although I'm not very big busted t