" You need to look for a new pair of running shoes, too." I shrugged. I knew she was right. I just don't love to shop for clothes and that includes sh...es.We went upstairs to change into more appropriate clothes for going out into the world. That took awhile because neither of us were wearing underclothes and nakedness grabbed our interest with making love becoming foremost in our minds. It was lunchtime when we were dressing to go outside. Sandy was wearing her usual sexy panties and bra.. Three … two … one.Happy birthday. Congratulations on eighteen great years.She sighed and put the clock down on the attic floor. It was late, and perhaps best to go to bed.She stripped out of her hand-me-down clothes, not caring that she had no underwear. Her hair, straight and raven-black, fell in a curtain down her body, the tips reaching to just above her pert butt. Her small breasts caught the lamplight. Her penis and balls, the former still eight inches despite being flaccid, swung freely,. Slowly, gently, carefully I start to work my way down her neck and onto the soft skin of her chest. Feeling her chest and her breasts rushing up to meet my face, her hands clasp around the back of my neck pulling my head towards her ample bosom. Pulling at the buttons of her blouse with my teeth I slowly undo her shirt and reveal the gorgeous breasts that I want to bury my face in. Wearing no bra her boobs were quickly exposed enabling me to roll my tongue around the darkened skin of her. She began descending into Midtown when her husband’s practice began ascending out of New York to Tucson a week a month. She never dabbled more than once a day nor dallied more than a week a trip. She ended each day of her sojourns clubbing in the Village. She ducked in her favorite early for a strategic, quiet-end seat. Near panic-bar fitted stage-doors, next to a 150 gallon, fresh-water aquarium throwing a wavy, aqua-marine glow over the back booths and tables, she was comfortable just out of.