Tingles unhinged the pressing anxiety that Gerlinde felt.<br/><br/>Her nerves let the worry drop away, swinging open from obstructing her awareness.  She found herself able to enjoy Lisle kitty in full, and enjoyment meant lavishing all the details of the kitty's pert new parts with appropriate attention.<br/><br/>Gerlinde felt a shine rise in her eyes as she swept them over Lisle puss, polishing her ego.  All the heavy aspects inside her sloughed away:  The ache of her breasts turned down their volume, the dry clotting pressure in her lower body softened, the wires that were passing for her veins began to breathe fluid again.  Leaning in toward the kitty, Gerlinde drew nearer like light to a charged filament.<br/><br/>The ears were so satiny and so spry.  They looked as though they might swivel and twitch with all the tenderness that made them so keen.  And, of course, they should.  She had designed them that way.  Her hands had set every fine arrangement of detail in place.  They yearned for reunion.  She treated one to another caress of her finger.<br/><br/>The little teeth were just fine enough to give Lisle kitty a feral aspect, but not to ruin her beauty.  They were subtle - just a hint at danger.  Their delicacy almost made them look soft.  Almost.<br/><br/>And kitty's tail was the crowning achievement.  Lustrous with down, it was an able little thing, seeking about on the surface of the bed - exploring its surroundings, exploring the fulsome sensitivities pregnant in its curl, questing, searching, shivering with feeling.<br/><br/>She stroked its soft length, soaking up the liquid texture of the fur.  Fingers gripped tenderly, relaxed, as the caress breathed along the new member.  Gerlinde sighed, giving vocal complement to the touch.<br/><br/>She felt so clean.  Lisle kitty's fluid beauty had washed her of doubts and dire thinking.  There was only savor to be enjoyed.  Gerlinde watched and touched, and let the fresh pieces of Lisle puss' body melt like sweet butter on the tongue.<br/><br/>The kitty's words were an afterthought.  Not until Gerlinde had slipped an arm about Lisle kitty, and propped her sensitive bareness against her body - breast to leather-clad breast, belly licking the slender flank of belly - did she take note.  Raising the cup with ice chips to tilt some into range of Lisle puss' tongue, Gerlinde continued to graze the altered nudity of Lisle kitty with the blue sickles of her eyes.<br/><br/>"Mhm, kitty.  Did you?  And what did they say?"