When you reach your 60's, usually the one day you tend to dread is your birthday. Not a fun day as when younger. Even although you can't help but be thankful to own caused it to be another year, it's an indication you're getting ever closer to the eventual visit by the grim reaper. With having said that, for my birthday my husband Walter would most likely take me out for lunch with friends to celebrate. Been sort of a ritual the past few years, along with some mandatory birthday sex. With this at heart I showered and prettied myself up for an evening out. I even dug through my lingerie draw for a few fishnet thigh highs, garter, and thong to wear. All black, but decided against wearing a bra for a change. For an outfit, I chose one that has been short and a little clingy, however, not excessively so in either case. Though it did cling enough to expose the outline of my bare nipples. And yes it displayed a little more cleavage than normal for me, although I'm not