I went to see the sites, the Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, Sacra Coeur, took acruise of the Seine, and went to see some of the fabulous shows. Thesecond n...ght I went to see Erica. the famous transsexual entertainer. I had purchased a beautiful black cocktail dress that was about two inchesabove my knee, and quite low cut but with flimsy, silky, transparentfabric that covered my arms, shoulders, and that part of my chest that thebodice of the dress didn't cover. I wore a shoulder length blond wig.. As we kissed I just wanted to caress Toni all over she felt so soft and so smooth I wished that we could have got completely naked but that was going to be a little awkward given our circumstances. I released Toni's superb tits from their suffocating bra and could not wait to draw her beautiful nipple into my waiting mouth, I could feel it growing under my nipping and tonguing until it was fully erect, much like I was becoming. I felt Toni's hand snake down my trousers and trace the outline of. But the new day wasn’t as bright. And a week later, some doubt returned. Shaking my head again, I press my eye and stare. Could it just be my imagination? A trick of the light, or the mind, an anniversary reminder of what was… I move away from the door, mind working. What shall I say? What will YOU say? Knees weak, I sit on a chair. My eyes on the door, jumping when the doorbell rings again. Where would I start? Some things must never be said, or told. I swallowed them long ago. I think now. ”“Until I can figure out if my husband is really gay or bi-sexual.”“My God, what if he has already been fucking men and I don’t know it? I need to get checked for AIDS!”“Yes, AIDS! I might have infected you and your wife, and you may have infected all of the members of the club.”“I did get checked a couple of months ago, but not for AIDS. Shit!”I coughed like I was coming into the room.“Mike is coming I have to go.”I walked into the room and could see a change in her demeanor.“So tell me about.