A little later I even rolled up my sleeves. We had a cold beer and snaps with the sandwiches, and while we were eating Henny flashed me a glimpse of h...r stocking clad thighs. I felt sure that she did this on purpose. When she got up from her chair to put away the plates, she flashed me very openly once more, and I thought it was time to comment on it."I may be stepping out of line, but I simply have to tell you how lovely it is to see a woman wear stockings. It is one of my favourites." It's. They were pleased."Children? We certainly hadn't discussed using that word. I worried the infantilization would undercut my ability to negotiate, but it was out there and I couldn't think of any way to fix it."Good. I'm gratified they appreciated my efforts." He was aloof.That was an effort? Declining to make my wedding a marketing circus was an effort? He was gratified? I knew efforts was an attempt to spin his backing down as going out of his way to do something nice for us. That I could. I am a very open and sensual woman; very sexually active and proven desirable. I still turn heads, even the younger men usually take double looks. No young man has turned away when I offered myself. I feel a great sense of freedom since I am no longer fertile. No matter how copious my bucks unload their hot cum into my needy vagina I have no concern about becoming knocked up.I am 5'6" tall in my bare feet; pretty feet at that; feet that I like to have fondled and kissed; feet that I use to rub. "I smiled, "Oh it's not too bad Care, you get used to it you know." Never," she retorted firmly, "I could never get used to going without sex. Mike and I have it nearly every day, don't we darling?" she said leaning across me and kissing her husband. I watched in close up as their tongues met and as they licked all round the other's lips before pressing their mouths together into a deep and very passionate kiss. It was a quite amazing scene. There was I naked on a bed, my best friend's husband.