She had foot surgery just three months before and no one expected her to be able to wear high heels again. Her makeup was very nice. Her eyeshadow emp...asized her brilliant blue eyes and her lips were very red. The dress itself had a circle skirt and was knee length. Under it was a rather stiff and quite rustling white sixty-yard petticoat. My wife looked like an eighteen-year-old virgin bride. She approached me and put her arms around me and French kissed me quite passionately. She was wearing. She sat naked on its edge, briefly studying the parcel before picking it up. Although it wasn’t very wide, it must have been about two and a half feet in length. Her heart raced as her fingers began tearing urgently at the buff coloured wrapping paper. “Oh wow, what the fuck, oh my god,” she breathed quietly, whilst staring at the contents as they spilled onto the duvet.I checked my watch again, perhaps needlessly so, as my legs were already on the move. Holding a glass in each hand, I. My joints were already stiffening. My hands and feet were getting very cold. I moved to the lawn tractor and found the headlight switch.For exactly one split second, the light was blinding and welcomed. Then it dimmed into darkness. I knew the battery had just given up the ghost.I stood in a tangle of dangerous things on the floor and considered my next move. What was my next move? Could I get out of this suddenly treacherous shed alive? I still had "the Thing on the Floor" to assemble.. She pushed me and saidS: Babe, gentlemen first, if you are one.V: Alright, Sandy.Here I was a 21-year-old guy in front of a 34-year-old bombshell shamelessly getting naked. I got rid of my tee and jeans, and she just stood there watching me undress.S: Wow! Nice black ones, huh? Looks very nice, babe. Is it fresh out of the box?V: Not really hottie, I usually wear boxers since it is freer. But I wanted to display a well-hung one, so wore this one today.S: Yeah, I can see your well-hung little.