She told me she was married to a famous man and was in the middle of a divorce fight.I said I was all ears if she wanted to unload...or I'd leave her ...alone if she wanted privacy. "I've been through a divorce and I know they can be nasty. I'll find the crossword puzzle and be on call for you if you decide you want to talk."She leaned my way, kissed my cheek and told me she would enjoy unloading because I seemed like a nice guy.I got a whiff of her nice smell.You can tell a lot about a women by. I also started to tell her about what I liked and disliked like red toes shaved pussy small tits and stuff. Well when it got time to tell her about this it felt right so I told her how I had been looking at books and magazines and had started to be interested in cross dressing and strap on play. She looked at me and said really and I said well I figure I love nylons and garter belts etc on women well why not on me? and well strap on play is just another part of cross-dressing kind of like. Her smile seemed to brighten a little. "Ma'am. Don't I feel old now? It's nice to meet you." I'm sorry about your husband." Thank you, Chris." My mom held my gaze. I feared she would start her usual 20-questions about how we had met and such, but she just turned back to my dad and resumed her stoic position on the side rail, her folded arms cushioning her chin now.I let out a shaky breath while Chris led me to a second chair on the opposite side of the bed. I was suddenly exhausted. I didn't. "Good day uncle, and Aunt Anne", she had to force the word aunt to leave her lips, and hoped they hadn't noticed. Retaking her seat, she once again laid her napkin in her lap. From across the long table she could hear giggling, and glanced up to see Anne sitting in her uncles lap, something feirce flew throughout her body, and she didn't understand the reaction. Soon the maids came out and delivered supper, placing her fork in her small hand she began to eat, taking small bites and using her.