When you reach your 60's, the one day you tend to dread is your birthday. Not just a fun day as when younger. Even though you can't help but be thankful to possess made it another year, it's a note you're getting ever closer 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 the past few years, alongside 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 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 was short and a little clingy, although not excessively so in either case. Though it did cling enough to expose the outline of my bare nipples. Plus it displayed a bit more cleavage than normal for me, although I'm not so big busted to begin wit