Best Friend’s Cat Confusion

Jim was in bed with his best friend’s wife. Just as things were reaching a climax, he suddenly stopped and sat on the edge of the bed, holding his head in his hands. “What the hell’s wrong with you?” she asked.

“I feel just like a regular son of a bitch, getting some of my best friend’s pussy,” Jim moaned.

“Well,” she soothed, patting his back, “you can stop worrying. You’re not getting his pussy. His pussy is five inches deeper.”