Im 37 years old, mother to two children, and married for 14 years. My husband who recently turned 40 is an attractive, intelligent, successful, and a ...terrific provider to our children whom he loves dearly. Ive known my husband Christopher for close to 20 years now since meeting back when I was a freshman attending a big state university in the northeast. I can honestly say on the surface and during most parts of every day, Chris and I have a normal American family life. We live on a lovely. It was almost like a slow, silent dance, where my body felt what she was feeling, where I could sense her emotions by the speed of her breaths, the rhythm of her heart, the tension of her muscles and the way her hand kept gripping or letting go of my sweater. No more words seemed necessary and I was grateful, because I was fully aware of her reactions to my previous attempts at talking, helping and trying to care for her. I didn’t want this moment to end in anger and disappointment, so I just. I imagined his hands fumbling to unbutton and unzip my jeans and climbing over me on the back leather bench. Would he keep my jeans on to make sure I was warm and decent enough in case someone walked or drove by in the lot? Would he play coy by toying with the top of my panties before inching his fingers down to rub them over the soft and tender skin of my labia? How long would it take him to slip them through my slit to massage the milky creaminess from within? Would he lodge his finger deep. I looked around and saw several men standing around. There were booths all down the room. On the left were single booths and on the right were larger booths for a couple people. I looked around and my friend dropped ten dollars worth of coins into my hands and said 'enjoy'. I walked down a small hallway as I felt several mens eyes on me. I went into a single booth near the end of the hall. I put a coin in and went to a channel that had transgender videos. I was about to sit down in the chair.