"He was not your normal husband. At first, this troubled me because, like you, I had grown up dreaming of a normal relationship. But soon, I realized ...hat I was attracted to that uniqueness, and in it, I found my role in life. And I have loved it."I sat there fascinated, as Catherine talked of her life. It seemed to answer several questions I had."Grace, I have never told anyone this, but there were also other women in Greg's life. His sister for one. And there were others. But because of the. She didn’t need make up, becuase her skin would melt in my eyes. Her breasts were enormous. Not matter what position, they protruded. She was a BBW, and fully proportioned.“Are you gonna get lucky tonight or what?” she asked. I didn’t expect such a question.“Well, I like her a lot” I modestly replied“Yeah, but you know, are you hoping to get some sex” she eagerly said. I stopped and didn’t understand her position. She knows a great deal. She is grabbing both of her boobs and pull its nipple in front of the mirror and she looks at her self through the mirror when she is doing that. After a few moments, she start to grope her boobs slowly and her right hand is heading to her pussy. She is still looking at the mirror while doing that very sexy moves. She suddenly stop when her fingers is just about to touch her clit, and turn back and move toward a closet near to my hiding spot. I can hear she grabbing something then going back. Iwas busted.Emma was in the room, studying her own terminal at the edge of myperipheral vision, but I barely registered her presence. I was waitingfor Victoria to say the words that would ruin me. Waiting for her toloudly denounce me as a pervert, a sicko, a creep. Waiting for her toget me fired. Perhaps the cops would get involved. What would they do tome in jail looking so much like a girl? I'd started today a successfulprofessional. Within a few weeks I'd be some tattooed con's.