Whenever you reach your 60's, the main one day you have a tendency to dread is your birthday. Not really a fun day as when younger. Even though you can't help but be thankful to own made it another year, it's a memory you're getting ever nearer to the eventual visit by the grim reaper. With having said that, for my birthday my husband Walter would probably take me out for supper with friends to celebrate. Been sort of a ritual the past few years, along side some mandatory birthday sex. With that in mind 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 that has been short and a bit clingy, however not excessively so in either case. Though it did cling enough to expose the outline of my bare nipples. Plus it displayed a little more cleavage than normal for me, although I'm not very big b