Met Betty at her apartment building lobby. She walked out of the elevator barefooted in a short black tank-top that came down to mid-calf; hair a little wet, fresh from the shower (and previous business, no doubt). Down the hall and into her place, we stood there a moment, hugging, me grasping her minimal ass. Chit-chatting we moved to the living room couch; sitting upright and curled up, we leaned against each other as she asked a few questions. From the pictures on the walls, her life in the last decade was family-oriented. And, it is a little unsettling to see the husband and kids there in pictures. But, hey get over it and focus on her, she is obviously preparing to fuck you. After a few minutes more talking, she reached out, put her hand on my unit and and said, You're getting hard, let's go into the bedroom, I don't want my cats to see. For non-VIP's, if cats could talk they'd say, When you walk back out that door, you are going to be satisfied!