of the outfit has a wrap-around style design with a plunging neckline. When standing upright and walking, only the cleavage from my 36c titties is visible. But if I don’t pay attention when bending over, or even when simply reclining in a cocktail lounge chair, anyone who cares to pay attention gets an eyeful.

After a couple of hours sampling the wine cellars of four area pubs, hubby and I returned to our hotel to relax in one of the casino lounges. A three-piece combo group kept up a steady mix of pop tunes, perfect for easy listening and dancing. As the night wore on, and the crowd thinned out to just three or four tables, hubby and I struck up a conversation with a group of five olderguys at an adjacent table. I would guess the youngest guy to be in his mid fifties. The rest were easily in their early sixties.

After a while, and a few more glasses of wine, the conversation between the seven of us seemed to get grittier and grittier, with the dirty jokes and laughter flowing non-stop. The five guys were apparently in Reno attending a conference at the hotel. As I recall, they were all independent business types involved in cleaning supplies or something to that effect. The main thing I remember about the guys at that point, was their increased interest in my carelessness – repeatedly allowing my suit to gape open and expose my tits for their viewing pleasure.

Deciding to have a little fun with the oldest