She was just about ready to tell this guy she wasn't feeling well and he needed to leave. Then there was a knock at the door. Excitement shot through ...er like a lightning bolt. Could it be him? She waited, then there was another knock. She got up put on her bathrobe and went to answer the door. She opened the door and, yes, it was him. Now what? She could smell alcohol and could tell he had been drinking. As she looked him over, she could see that huge bulge in his pants. She knew he was there. As she bent down, she was able to make out the features of this very talkative feline. As the mews and wails of the darling little creature filled the night air with their sweetly musical cadences, she recognised the furry little face that was turning itself up to her with such a winsomely appealing look.Oh, yes!This was the adorable moggie, whose features on a duplicated poster had stared out at the passing and, sadly, indifferent multitudes from pretty well every tree trunk in Hampstead for. All of Mistresses friends were there. All women, with a few feminized males the church was awash with pinks and pastels. Everyone looked so beautiful. Tears came to my eyes. As I reached the altar, my wedding march concluded and my Mistresses began. I turned too watch her come down the aisle. She was so regal looking with a diamond tiara in her hair and a simple strapless gown. She wore a simple tulle shawl over her shoulders. As she got to the altar the front of the church looked like a lovely. I stood looking at her for a moment, and once again my head said don't do it, but my cock said come on you old fool you'll only get this kind of thing once! And quickly I moved around the car until I was at the front, standing facing her between her open naked legs, and leaning onto my car, I placed my face between her thighs and began licking that sweet wet pussy."Oh yes daddy! eat my pussy! eat my sweet wet pussy! taste my hot juices just for you!" she groaned as I lapped at her little pussy.