I wanted to make Catherine my slut, like Mike had made me his.But Catherine was a church going, car-pooling, never a bad word about anyone, straight a... an arrow mom, which only made me want her more. I came to know her body intimately in the locker room at the gym. At first I didn't want to take the chance of ruining our friendship by making a pass at her, but seeing her pert, puffy pussy three times a week became too much for me. I would race home after every work out, strip, and finger myself. Just because many many men, myself included really appreciate the beauty of the exaggerated breasts, lips, shaven body and willingness to use mouth, cunt and ass for pleasure, does not mean they are not women. This argument is surely entirely about jealousy and envy. The fact that some women are entirely happy with their physical form and their sexuality drives these critics mad. Because really these critics don't want women to be happy having fulfilled sex lives, what they really really want. I am sure we both looked over-dressed for a shopping trip, but who cares? We were both wearing sandals too, I wanted to dress to impress but no way am I walking around for ages in high heels!I was pleased that it was a very warm day for this time of year. Uncharacteristic of an autumn day in England, I know, but there was a lot of bare flesh around which made me feel a little less exposed. Just before we left I tipped the contents of the wireless dildo pack into my very fashionable red purse. After about 10 years of marriage my wife doesn't enjoy sex anymore she tells me and doesn't mind me hiring a call girl (prostitute) every once in a while. This is super good news to me. So now on just about every Friday I take off to a hotel room where I've booked a room for 2 days and have hired a girl to meet me there or in the hotel bar or some place casual.I've been doing this for about a year now and something happened in the office where one of the ladies called me to ask if I would.