Just to have her cock looked at in such a way - just to know Lisle was seeing her, erect and livid dark and full - made Gerlinde's penis pulse and her teats stiffen to match heads.  Her lips parted, a sigh couching there and spreading languid.  Thoughts fluttered away like the butterflies in her stomach had gotten loose.<br/><br/>With nostrils and eyes widened, Gerlinde looked at Lisle.  She didn't want to catch her eyes though.  The green eyes were even lovelier when they were looking down.<br/><br/>"Yes."  Her voice was surprisingly steady, considering how unstill her hips were, beginning to stroke the rugged prong of her penis against Lisle's tummy.  Sparks of friction rolled down from the glans, to pool like a burning powder room in her testicles.  "Ready...in form...will be simple.  You have to be special, but I can make you beautiful.  Your ears, a tail you can play with.<br/><br/>"Ready in mind, harder.  But I will.  I will, Lisle kitty."  Gerlinde flexed her soft bottom; grabbed Lisle's soft and deep on its curve.  Only the instinct of her other hand, wanting to grab Lisle's neck and bring her into a kiss, brought her back to what she needed to do:  The weight in her hand, the glass, and that Lisle needed feeding.<br/><br/>Her cock expanded and relaxed in a pulse of protest as she brought the glass around.  The straw in the sweetly fragrant buttercream tilted toward Lisle's lips.  "I'll teach you things.  First, you should always respond with someone's name when addressed, when you're done speaking.  Like in the military."<br/><br/>She began brushing Lisle's bottom calmly - to calm herself as much as Lisle.  It didn't work, not quickly.  Her panties' elastic seemed about to snap, her cock about to push into Lisle's abdomen and fuck her directly there.  That image made Gerlinde salivate; in her mouth and below.<br/><br/>"Understand, Lisle pussy?"