I txted him i was ready and excited.The knock on the door was a few minutes after.He looked at me and said that i looked hotter than he imagined. Perf...ct eyes he said. Wow that made me feel special.I said nothing yet just sat there with my hands on my closed legs, my hands slid down to my knees and i gently opened them. All the time looking at his face, he stood and stared blankly at my now wet pussy. No one moved for a while, just breathing it. He unzipped his pants and took them off. He left. I look back to his eyes, pleading with my own for him to touch me. Pushing the bag off the couch, his strong hands are on my hips, pulling me up and over so I’m straddling his thighs, facing him. Passive at first, he lets me lead the kiss we started in the park. My tongue penetrates his lips; touching the tip of his before slipping in, letting our tongues caress each other in an erotic dance. My mind begins to slip into that soft, familiar space deep inside, where all else but sensation and. I even glanced around looking for any sign of new ape overlords. But the only thing I saw was an interesting well-lit business entitled 'the Pussy Depot.' Located next to the 'Tenth Life Funeral Parlor.' A catchy name like Pussy Depot drew my attention and respect so I moseyed in.It specialized in wealthy cats apparently with its pricey accoutrements: diamond-studded collars, Fancy Feast caviar and even a mahogany litter box complete with a built-in bidet. There was also a calendar on the wall. “He is?” she said. “When did that happen?” The two of them went back and forth about it all. Ellen told the clerk who she was. The clerk decided to give her his new office information. She wrote it down and left. At that point she questioned if she should call and leave a message for him. She decided not to. A few days passed. She got an email. No, not from him, as she had hoped, but it came from her mother. They were having a Family Reunion and her mom hoped that Ellen could make it of.