He felt her slid her foot against his calf. "Be nice," he muttered to her."Michelle," Ariana said, pulling up her purse. "I know this will sound a lit...le strange, but would you mind if I gave you a quick examination?" She pulled a stethoscope out of her purse. This struck Steve as a little weird - last time he checked, not everybody, even nurses, carried stethoscopes with them where they went. "Just to make sure everything's ok." Well - sure, I trust you," Michelle said. She had eaten all of. "No," I shook my head. "He was out of work, had just bought a used car in Dallas, and was on his way to New Orleans. With all the rebuilding going on down there, he figured there would be plenty of work." And? What aren't you telling me?" Cat teased.I sighed, "I dunno. There's just something off about him. He's not really a carpenter either. He didn't say what he did for a living, but he worked a bunch of summers for Habitat for Humanity when he was a kid, and he seemed to know what I wanted.. Pop. Pop. He was halfway down my sweater. My awesome fucking bra was now exposed with my tits spilling out. Hey, he paid for the view. And I was loving the chance to show myself to a hot dude and not some old rich fart.Pop. Pop. Pop. And the sweater was off. I watched his eyes linger on me. I know that I still look damn good for 52. My abs are rock hard and my tits look pretty good behind a nice bra. They look good fully exposed in fact, but that is not part of the price of. How do women cope with these? They look gorgeous, but getting them on is tantamount to being given a life sentence for murder. I did persevere and I did look nice in them. Actually I looked fucking gorgeous in them, if I am to be biased. I then slipped the black lace cotton knickers over the suspenders and pulled them up. I ran downstairs to look at myself in the full length mirror. Fuck, I looked horny. I have to say that I have fantastic legs for stockings. It’s the rest of me that lets down.