I'm sure I blushed enough to be considered red at that statement. "Well isn't that flattering. What would a girl like you see in a guy like me?" You'r... cute! And you're my type," she laughed. "Oh well, it doesn't really matter. You appear to have a certain type, pretty girls that are skinny. I'm not your type, I've got boobs and a butt!" With that, she pushed up her boobs with her hands, which, although normal in size, were dwarfed by her massive breasts. "Oh well, I guess I'll just keep. Mom: Why? I am not a slut to sleep with everyone and she said about the today’s incident to dad.Dad: What can we do, you started all this and have to go through the consequences and we are left with no optionsMom: Started crying. Mom don’t like the other guy at all because he is black, fat and he smokes, drinks and torture ladies while fucking. He got divorced with his wife as he used to torture his wife everyday as she got fat after she gave birth to childrenDad: Don’t bother. He likes. As I was using the hand wand to rinse, I turned the wand on myself. Pointing the spray at my pussy and feeling the sensation of the lil tiny jets hitting off my clit and lips. It felt pretty good as I usually start off my mornings with a good slow cum in the shower using this very wand. I knelt down and fed his growing cock into my mouth once again. I had his cock in my mouth as I rubbed the wand over my pussy. The jets feeling good but also stinging me at my most tender of areas. I continued. I live in a truly rural part of the American West. The kids live in NYC.Once the reality of the third divorce sinks into my skull, I know that I do not want another wife. I do not want, will not be able to find, a mistress; but need the ministrations of a prostitute on a regular basis. While my need for emotional intimacy will go unmet, my need for physical intimacy might be met. There are only two problems: I do not know any prostitutes; I do not have the money to pay for one, yet. But that.