.aghhh! Anyway, I hid my reaction just like I did most of the way through our marriage. "Sure." I said. And stood up. She did too and put her arms a...ound me. As I hugged her and could feel her tits on my chest and her groin up against mine and that had an instant effect. We stood there for a minute perhaps but that was all the time it took for my cock to harden and I was pretty sure she could feel it. As we loosened up the hug my hands drifted from her back slowly past her shoulder blades. My other choice was to go up stairs and remember how lonely a hotel room could be. "Fine." I replied, standing up "Shall we?"It was a drag show with fairly well done impersonations of old stars in their 'hey days'. Barbara Streisand, Judy Garland, Rita Moreno, Donna Summer and others spent two hours regaling us with songs of loves lost and hearts broken. The drag queen impersonating Sade did a cover of "Is It a Crime?" that made my heart physically ache. Sitting in my room alone with a box of. Your skin is smooth and warm. You run your fingers lightly around by chest and tease my nipples. I sigh again. My kisses begin to move to your neck and your ear lobes. A gentle nibble and you are breathing heavy. My lips begin to move their attention down your neck and to your chest. My hand is brushing up along your still clothed thighs and up to your naked breasts. A light brush of your erect nipples finds you breathless. My tongue begins to trace a path from your neck down between. "I was very discreet. I did not know he was having me watched. And when he confronted me, I collapsed, surrendered. He beat me, defiled me, debased me. After that he began bringing men home for me to, to, well, you understand. All of them had perversions of one kind or another. I've been whipped, abused, sodomized, tortured, branded." She flipped up her hem and showed me her burned thigh. "He watched it all, enjoyed it." And since he died?" I asked, watching her recross her legs, rubbing her.