As my arms descended, I opened my heavy eyes and gave him the sauciest, most flirtatious look I could manage before turning towards the window. It jus...t took a little shimmy and a couple of flicks of my fingers to drop the ropey thong, and I was naked. The view in front of me was spectacular. We were on the 23 rd floor, a block away from the sparkling bay where the nightlights dressed the rippling water in blue and orange bling. I stood, practically on top of the world, completely exposed for. .The fierce sharp sear, as the next comes crashing down, and the next until I am literally shaking; your cock becoming completely engorged as another smack comes painfully sharp down upon my reddened ass.Crying out, "Oh Fuck, oh fuck that feels so good," I bury my face harder into the bed as my ass instinctively rises higher to meet your hand. Pushing back against you as your fat cock slams into my body hard, lurching me forward.Your hands back at my hips digging your nails into my hips as you. "Doesn't sound too bad. You need a day off. I am sure he will be showing up tomorrow, too," she said. "Well, I better go. Did you leave the special order on my desk?" she asked. "Yes, I did," I replied. "Enjoy your day off," Rachelle said as she hung up. I sat back on the couch. It was the first time in a while that I felt relaxed.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ My day off was going well. I had gone to the gym for the first time in a while. I did my laundry. I had ordered some. Life was good. A few grey hairs, so what? Nothing a hairdresser couldn't fix.Then came the warnings, hot and cold but brushed aside. Soon after my fifty-third birthday, however, it didn’t happen. It wobbled, then it was a no show.My period missed, not one month but the next and by the third I knew, puberty in reverse, part of me gone, eggless, post-menopausal. I fretted and checked there were no sprouting lip hairs in the mirror and worried.Am I still a woman?Compounding my doubts, was hubby's.