. it’s a good thing,” Grace said. “At least she thought you were talking to her and not the kitten.”“I guess,” Hello Isabelle.Greetings hu...an.Umh. That sounds ominous, I thought.Not at all, I approve. You asked the rescued what her name was instead of naming her on a whim.“Sometimes, I have found that cats will name themselves if you let them,” I said.“Just for the hell of it,” Grace suggested, “Let’s take the K5 out.”“You mean, Get away from the coming storm?” I suggested in return.Grace. Michael lay down on the bed and I lay over him and he drew me down on top of him. I could feel his chest through the material of our camis. His breathing excited me more and more and he ran his hands over my body inside my camisole and pulled it up so that my chest was exposed and rubbing against his cami. We were still kissing as he slowly and sensuously pulled my cami off, my nipples aroused and swollen a few inches above his. He gently pulled me down and we hardly touched, still kissing. As he put his arms around me, he told me what was going on. I started feeling funny as I watched it. My breathing quickened, heart beat faster and I felt something tingling in me. After a few minutes Steve asked, what do you think. I said, it's kinda weird. Chuckling he said, I guess it is. But I see you're enjoying it. Looking back, I asked what he meant. Moving his hand down, he cupped his fingers around my stiff dick. My heart nearly stopped. Don't tell my mom, I said quickly. Hugging me he. Now here this creature was on my sofa, smiling sweetly and looking a little unsure of herself. I'd wrangled her into coming back to my pad...walking distance from where we first met, and it was a glorious sunny afternoon and perfect for a possible tryst. It took all my discipline not to grab her butt helping her into my truck, once I'd persuaded her to accompany me during her hour-long break.I'm not a great one for entertaining, nor for playing games. She was a sweet little bird and this cat.