But what was different? What had changed?As things continued to fall apart, we still kept up a brave front for the family, of course. Still the happy ...couple. Laughing, joking, as if nothing had changed between us. As if Tom was still forcing me to have anal sex several times a week, like in the wonderful days of our courtship and dating.God, those were sweet times. Only the two of us knew how bad things had gotten at home, behind closed doors. Day after day the coldness between us dragged on.. On this particular night, it was a blend of Third World and First that caught my eye.My wife and I were coming back from the theater -- one of those no-pretensions-to-artistic-merit musicals cobbled together from somebody's light-rock greatest hits album. Several other shows had let out at the same time, and even though we weren't on one of the busiest lines the car was still full. My wife and I got the last two seats -- her on the outside of a forward-facing bench, me just behind her on one of. Bhavana was starting to groan and gasp more loudly now, faster, harder, until suddenly she screamed “YES” and then again “OH” and then stopped, shuddering and lifting herself off me. “Soooo s-s-sensitive” she stuttered, “Gawd that was…” She never finished. Slowly getting to her feet, she took my hand and helped me up. And we kissed. She must have tasted herself on me, in my mouth, for I was glazed and drenched, but her kisses were, if possible, even hungrier than before. Her hand went to my. I think it’s kind of cute. But you need to make sure the other neighbors don’t see it. I think they’d be upset. Do you wear makeup, and breast forms and all that at home? Isn’t it hot?” “Well – since I don’t stare at myself in the mirror, I don’t usually bother with makeup. I like the smell, taste and feel of it though, so I wear a little lipstick. As to breast forms, Unless I am wearing something trashy, I don’t need them. I buy B cup bullet bras, and fill them sufficiently so that I don’t.