Margery Jennings, was giggling to herself and the officer who had selected her for the night, a Brigadier, asked what was funny."I'm sorry to laugh", ...he replied, "but your moustache looks funny. You have obviously grown it to imitate Hitler's." What is wrong with that?" growled the officer."Oh, I often wonder what you Germans see in that silly little man with his very silly moustache. Do you obey him only out of fear?"The Brigadier turned to Colonel, "Colonel, I demand that this woman be taken. Her imagination started out blurry, at first; nothing much showing in it, except that the icy, blue-eyed Joe had approached her, and laid a hand gently on her bared leg. In her blurred imagination, his hand started stroking her calf lightly. She let her imaginary eye focus on that hand. She wanted a sense of it: touch, sight, sound, taste and even smell.Drifting into her self, she unconsciously continued to stare at Joe as she focussed on each of her senses. Touch came easily enough and his was. "Come over here and I'll give you something to make you happy, sweet thing." He, like everything else, wasn't real. So I quelled my anger and moved on. I hadn't realized it was that sort of strip joint. It didn't look like a gay establishment. There were near naked waitresses and a buxom woman was dancing round a pole as she slowly pulled off what little clothing she had left. My heart thudded and I looked again. The face was different, far more feminine than before, but I knew immediately that. I go to the gym twice a week so therefore I am in good shape for my age. I'm also married. My wife Crystal and I have been married for twenty years and needless to say our sex life is very much alive. I would say we have sex about two maybe three times a day. Here lately though our schedules have been a little hectic and we haven't been able to have fun for quite a few weeks and we have both been getting antsy. Crystal also has a daughter from a previous marriage named Alyssa. Alyssa is.