In everything, from movies, totravel, to sex, he always asked, 'What do you want to do?'.He was what I was looking for in a husband, and I fell inlove.... His Mom took me aside one day and told me the storyof his crossdressing. She felt that I had a right to know,and didn't want either of us hurt if I had a problem withit. She and I talked about it a number of times between outengagement and wedding. We had a storybook marriage. Hardlyany fights, only minor disagreements, and I usually won.As I. Knocking her scotch back like an old soldier, she slid off the barstool and took hold of my arm, then gently guided me from the bar out into the hotel foyer.I must admit that I felt somewhat proud, that I had such a beautiful stranger hanging on my arm in a public place. Look, I ain't no god's gift to the females of this planet and I'm the first to admit it, mind you, I ain't no Quasimodo neither.Crossing the expanse to the lifts, I noted that she seemed to momentarily lose her balance, then,. “I hold your hand now.”“You do. I like that part.”She rolled sideways off me. I rolled to face her, letting my free hand run down her side over silky skin. “Beautiful.”She kissed me. “I’ll trade you...”“Trade me what?”“I’ve been thinking about how it feels when you use your mouth on my kitty.”I smiled. “Baby, you’re delicious. I could do that all night.”“I could let you. But if you do me, then I get to do you.” Her lips met mine. The girl can kiss. Her body formed against mine, my hardness. " What is my 'type'?" I asked with some anger in my voice. For someone that acted so liberal, she had a very closed mind I thought.Before Jessica could answer, Sandy came back and sat down next to me. "You guys getting to know one another?" she asked facetiously when she saw our faces."Yea, Jessica thinks she knows me really well now," I said sarcastically, looking at her with more sadness than anger.I saw Jessica's face turn red with either anger or embarrassment.When we walked out of the.