‘Thank you, I should be back in a week to select a realtor.’ ‘Mr. Driver, I thought your expense reports were very reasonable. Are you sure that...you and Ms. Kindle have been fairly compensated.’ ‘Yes, Ma’am.’ ‘I hope you didn’t take that silly librarian’s assistant seriously. She had no basis for those outlandish charges. I spoke to her and set her straight.’ ‘Thanks again, Ma’am,’ I said. ‘Have a safe and enjoyable trip, and you’ll let me know when you get back, won’t you?’ I told her I would. I went to her house on Thursday of the same week and I could see she was so ready for me, she dresses in very tiny shorts and dresses just so I can see her pussy when she lifts her legs in the chair. Whenever she walks up the stairs and I trail behind her I can see all of her parts, the long glistening hair of her pussy, and the tight thighs that seem to go on forever. We talk for a moments and she puts her hand on my chest just to make contact, but I know she wants me, I start to massage her. She softly said, ‘Because your pussy has leaked a small puddle under the lounge and I wanted to know if it was the sun or me that caused it. Since you said the sun isn’t turning you on it must be me.’ I felt a hand on caress my right Brest followed by another hand gently coming to rest on top of my pussy. As the hand landed on my pussy it was over, no more fighting, no more trying to control what I could not. My chest heaved upward and my head snapped back into the lounge. I was no longer able. For the humans it was a mixed blessing; the creatures' reticence meant less time to load them, it was true, but it also gave time for by then much-needed sleep. Matters were at that point much more difficult for those on the Ark, who had to deal with animals thoroughly confused by their surroundings and, especially, the lack of discernible "day" or "night" on board. But by then the ship's great bay had been transformed into a reasonable facsimile of the planet's surface, and the beasts.