The refrain that she had been commanded to repeat started to break down as Lisle's tongue was gradually occupied by the closeness of Gerlinde's mouth.  It wasn't a conscious licking.  At first, it was just the natural movement of her mouth as she spoke the words.  Before long, the sounds faded, while her lips and tongue continued to form them.<br/><br/>All she was aware of was the pressure of the other's body against hers, inside and out.  Her legs were splayed wide by Gerlinde's body.  Her pussy was stretched beyond what she could have ever dreamed.  Her elongated clit was ground between the two planes of their stomachs.<br/><br/>And then there were the words - congratulating her, praising her, affirming her 'cat-ness' with every breath.  Asking what she felt.  And in the fragmenting pants of the refrain that she had been ordered to repeat, the answer fell into place.<br/><br/>"Good.  Kitty - good."