As I’m lying on my side I slip a hand over and encourage the mouth further onto my dick. Although I’m really enjoying this blowjob I suddenly real...se that the hair I’m firmly holding is longer than my wife’s! Casually I release the hair and feel behind me. I have no doubt that the ass I’m now feeling is my wife’s.Opening my eyes is of no help. I can just make out a figure in the dark kneeling beside the bed. Well I’m not going to complain. Returning my hand to the unknown head I pull her. Some pretty severe sceneshad come and gone without that word being used. Her handsrelaxed when I repeated the word."Why, Henry? Why now, and for this? Mistress Vera doesn't usepain, and everything will be completely in private - I've toldyou that. You know cross dressing fascinates you, moves you. Why have you stopped me? Make me understand, love, please." Her voice took the soft, crooning tones that always gentled me,that tell me that everything was going to be all right. I tookmy first. "I wear it to remember friends who didn't make it back, Ma'am." Abraham, I asked you to call me, Betty. I will now tell you." Yes, Ma'am, Betty. I have trouble calling Dollars' parents by their first names." Dollars? How did that come about?" After I met her and watched her shoot, I felt she was worth more than a few cents. Dollars just makes sense to me." Mom, there are things he isn't telling you. First, that lapel pin is worn by Medal of Honor recipients. Second, I shot my best round at the. But that's getting ahead of the story, so I guess it's back to the turning point of the conversation with my wife, that fateful May."Hi, Eric!" my wife greeted me cheerfully. "And how's my favorite husband doing today?"It was her usual greeting when she wanted a favor - a BIG favor. I took the cue, and gave my usual reply. "Favorite? You mean you have more than one?"Granted, that's quite a silly joke, but she laughed sincerely nonetheless. Must be the fact that she had gotten used to it - after.