. Such a funny word that is.“Don’t you think ‘bum’ is a funny word, babe?” I ask her, forgetting that I’m upset with her.“I don’t thin... I’ve ever seen you this drunk before.” She looks down at me with her judgmental look, and I don’t want to look back at her. “This is because of what happened to Michael, isn’t it?”Tears, unbidden, rise before my already blurry vision, and this time I nod. Nodding was the wrong thing to do, though, and I feel my gorge rise. I try to head for the bathroom, but. His lingam felt different to me and made me wonder if one hundred would each feel different. I was so aroused that if there had been a line of men with hard ones they could all have had me. Can you understand?”He thrust up to meet her motions, “Oh yes! I felt that way with my mentor, thinking of the many men she had taken where I was. The same with Aditi and her man just recently. And now you with Sushil filling and spurting many times I think.”She nodded vigorously, “It was like a second. When she agreed I was over the moon.Even more so when, on the day before the chosen day she told me she asked her man if he wanted to come to the city shopping but he declined saying “I'd rather bowl.”. SO she was keeping our meeting a secret.We agreed to go to a town 35 miles from where she lived and 10 from where I love in the hope of avoiding meeting anupne who knows us.On the appointed day I met her at the bus station and we started our journey. Feeling brave I asked her “What is your bra. She also had a tendency to say whatever she thought, and enjoyed talking dirty to tease, encourage and enhance whatever sexual fun she was having. Cathy was completely comfortable with herself and was a self-admitted and proud slut who didn't resist fulfilling her sexual cravings and urges, and got off on giving and sharing sexual pleasures and orgasms with whoever aroused her interest at the time.I first met Cathy in the kitchen of my apartment one morning after she and my roomate (Brian).