The washable silk my husband bought because he loves to touch me through it. I resist the temptation to cover my breasts with my hands or by crossing ...y arms over them, as I have to do all day at work. Instead, I sit and pretend to be looking at the sky, the trees just beginning to turn golden, the birds. Anything but her. And the blonde on the lawn. And the ghostly touch on my neck. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her as she nods to herself as if she has made a decision. She closes her pad,. "Now, Henry, I think you started to ask a question before George interrupted ... By the way, George, what's that wonderful smell?"George and Sherry both sniffed and grinned. Five sets of eyes focused on me at once. I suddenly realized they smelled me! My pussy had been juicing up at full production level for the last five minutes!Natalie muttered, "Wasn't there something about a 'simmering pool of primal sexual energy'?"I grinned at them, pushed my (not ittie-bitties any more!) natural wonders. Ruth said she was thankful it wasn’t longer or I’d be even heavier than I was. She accepted me for who I am even though she preferred a lighter version of me.Kelly was elderly, yes. I could not tell if she was in her fifties or sixties. Her face was smooth and radiant. I suspected she was on estrogen supplements and had a facial lift at some point. She had that inner glow some older women radiate. Thank goodness she had hair down below, where she was supposed to. A little, not a lot. It’s. "I acquiesced, ever the gracious host. We liquored up and before long we pulled into the garage under my building. When I say "my building" I'm being literal. So I get the top floor.They supported each other as we weaved and laughed our way to the elevator. The night doorman knew this scene and managed to leer deferentially, the way doormen can. It must be an acquired skill.The ride up found Amy and Judy groping in one corner. The security camera gave the doorman even more reason to leer. When.