She had just stripped and turned on the shower when she heard the changing room door open. She was taken completely by surprise just stood there and c...ntinued to shower. She faced the shower wall and saw out of the corner of her eye that it was the stranger. She acted as if nothing had happened and started to soap herself. The stranger never took his eyes off her as he dropped his suit and walked towards the free shower which was next to her. As she continued to lather herself he took hold of. The difference was, in Pakistan, Peter had been single, and very much a ladies’ man who liked to play the field. Not that I’d discussed it with Jason, but Peter had always had an incredibly physical presence. He exuded maleness, radiating a powerful sexual energy. I’d always been attracted to him, but I was married and he’d never made any serious advances on me, despite his reputation. I’d always thought I didn’t appeal to him, being what you might call ‘cuddly’. We did sometimes flirt a bit. Instead of stopping, however, they continued down, kissing softly over her collarbone before moving to the swell of her breast, a quick swipe of Cat's tongue brushing her nipple, hips jumping. Cat's hand gently lifted Tori's own bound ones, lips replacing where they sat, stomach muscles shivering under her lips. Adding to Cat's lips was the trailing of her hair, skating over Tori's skin in soft brushes, raising goose bumps. Tori couldn't help but hold her breath as Cat's lips reached the bottom. What was my mother going to say? Was she going to be angry at me? Was she going to take back what she said and stop loving me? But the biggest thing going through my mind was relief. I no longer had this deep dark secret bottled up inside of me and for the first time in forever, I could breathe. “I know,” my mother said calmly, rubbing her hand over my leg and shushing my tears away. “I have known for a very long time dear.” “How did you,” I began to ask. “Actually,” my mother began, looking.