The glare of the lights on thestage meant I'd have to suffer through this alone. I was terrified!Moments later I realized that I had already missed my... cue into the song.The words were leaping across the karaoke screen, but they weren't comingout of my mouth. With a nervous feeling in my gut, I jumped in at thefirst opportunity. Emily had caught me singing along to the title song for Hannah Montana acouple of months ago when she had the Disney channel on one day. We weresitting on her couch. She smiled and she posed in a dozen ways for me. I was pretty sure that I would see similar pictures on the Internet the next day.When she was dried off I let her take me into the exercise room and pose as she wished for me. She used every machine in every way possible. I was sure that she had done the same thing for my father earlier. She seemed to enjoy pressing her big tits into the glass, wondering if anyone was out there to see her. In the living room she again posed. That time I got to. I have not been as active as I was and am still recovering but am almost ready to get back into some fun.This happened a few years ago when I did not have a steady roommate. I worked at a store and there were a lot of men and women that came in from diferent cultures. Japanese, Hispanic, Black and White. No one really attracted me or even flirted much as was usual but in a clothing store it is more conservative most times. Well, I was working one afternoon and it was not busy at all and I was. Me being a female, I know a little about color sense, but though what my husband was wearing, a pink dress and black hose, should have clashed, it was truly a beautiful match. He put on a pair of black strappy heels from the suitcase and then what sat on the bed was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen.I wondered then if when my husband had gay relationships in the past, if he dressed this way for his men. I closed my eyes as I concentrated on bringing myself to another orgasm.