She hung up, then went into the kitchen. Inside one cabinet were two large plastic dishes, items she didn't usually notice. Each was red, with large l...etters on the side reading PUSSY KAT. She filled one with water and then placed both near the refrigerator.Still in a trance, Catherine walked into her bedroom. On the top shelf of the closet was a plain red box. She placed this on the bed, then removed her blouse and slacks without ceremony. Her plain white bra unfastened easily to expose sweetly. Tantalizing won out. White ankle strap pumps and particularly sheer thigh highs completed the look I wanted. We’d agreed to meet at 8:00, but I wanted to be a little late so as not to look too terribly eager, though I was. I got there by taxi about 8:20 and found Derrick at the bar talking with another guy, who turned out to be some sports announcer on local television named Stan something or other. Derrick introduced me as his ‘date,’ which I liked, and after some inane sort of sports blah. My body was trembling as I gradually regained control of myself. She pulled a bunch of tissues out from a box she had stuck under the bed in anticipation of my load. She wiped up my stomach and belly button, then moved my cock back and forth to get to my pubic hair and upper thighs. As she fumbled with my cock head, jolts of electric sensation shot through my body and I almost cried out. “Are you OK? Was that too much?” she asked. “No, I’m fine. It’s just very sensitive afterward,” I told. He took her orgasm, her fifth and most powerful of the evening, as a sign to let himself go. His wiggly microscopic worms began their unstoppable swim from his balls, laterally along his shaft that pointed straight out into her slit, as the pair sat facing each other in loving embrace. The mixture of his blood and come pulsed his shaft hard against her tight walls, up inside his swollen purple cock head, then seemed to pause there like a diver surveying his landing spot before diving off a.