Whenever you reach your 60's, the main one day you often dread is your birthday. Not really a fun day as when younger. While you can't help but be thankful to have managed to get another year, it's an indication you're getting ever nearer to the eventual visit by the grim reaper. With that said, for my birthday my husband Walter would almost certainly take me out for supper with friends to celebrate. Been sort of a ritual recent years, along side some mandatory birthday sex. With this in your mind I showered and prettied myself up for a morning 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 an outfit, I chose one that was short and a bit clingy, however, not excessively so in either case. Although it did cling enough to expose the outline of my bare nipples. And yes it displayed a tad bit more cleavage than normal for me personally, although I'm not s