The Birthday Present
It was about three years ago we changed our lifestyle. Dawn’s birthday to be exact. Forty years of age. I joked that she was now the same in years as her bust was in inches.“You complaining?” she asked.“When have I ever complained about your tits?” I replied. She laughed.“Well you’d better do something special for my birthday. I want it to be a memorable one.”That got me thinking. I had a week to go before the big day and needed my thinking cap on.In the twenty three years we’d been...