"Get in the bedroom," Rob said with a degree of urgency in his voice. I followed him somewhat awkwardly with my trousers open and my erection bouncing...in front of me. I did not remember it happening but Rob left his jeans and underwear behind on the living room floor. In his bedroom he pulled off his t-shirt. "Get undressed," he told me. Moments later I was naked. He stepped towards me and kissed me. His tongue was in my mouth, one hand round the back of my head and one hand on my shaft. He. “During the holiday break last year, the exhibition called ‘Bodies’ was in St. Louis. I convinced my folks to let me spend two days there. I spent the entire twelve hours each day sketching what I saw. I know a lot of people think it’s disrespectful to the people who died and were preserved, but ... well, I was really interested.”“I don’t know that I could have done that,” Bree said. “I love the body, but I don’t know if I could detach myself enough to see it as art.”“It’s not art. It’s. Monica didn’t even get to sit down or have a drink. She had just given me a hug when we were told our plane was ready. Monica was speechless when we walked down the stairs an out to a waiting cart that drove us over to the Lear jet. Hey no stops and very private with only the pilot co-pilot and attendant. The three would stay in the cockpit unless we need something and the intercom would bring the attendant immediately. It was a 9 hour flight and we had the missed drink after takeoff and then a. * * *Three years later and Kelli and I are still together. We're still married, at last legally, but naturally I don't have any conjugal rights any more. I don't miss the sex so much as I miss the intimacy I used to share with my beautiful wife. Nowadays I'll often do her hair or nails, usually at the salon where I now work part time, but the closest I come to real physical intimacy is when I'm occasionally asked to give her a totally platonic massage. I took a short course in the****utic.