Napping.  Ice cream.  Classical music - something luxuriously that suggested velvet sheets or absinthe glasses; Nachtmusic or the Cello Concertos.  Those were Gerlinde's priorities as she lay atop Lisle, putting pulses in the kitty's sobbing vagina with pushes of her heartbeat through its heavy pipe.  Those, and licking an earlobe.  Kissing a brow.  Rooting about inside kitty's tummy with her glans, to find where the tenderest places would cave in.<br/><br/>Then Lisle kitty moaned as she slid her finger out.  Priorities shifted.<br/><br/>She said what she was thinking, more leisurely in tone than the sharp-toothed glee she felt.  "Lisle pussy; you seem most tender of all down there.  That is good, but we need to widen you."<br/><br/>Gerlinde said it like she was prescribing some cherry cough medicine to a troubled girl.  She pet Lisle kitty's hair, and her breasts felt serene as they took on their full roundness when Gerlinde leaned back to kneel upright between Lisle puss' legs.  Still embedded, her cock ground about like an awl inside the clinging tube of Lisle's insides, tugging and massaging them, locking as friction made it swell massive and renewed in heat, prodding up toward her navel then grinding its bulging underside against the bottom of Lisle kitty's vagina.<br/><br/>Gerlinde's eyes sparkled to drink in what began to bubble out of Lisle's.  Any thought she had that she might have gone flaccid inside the girl was gone.  She was chiseled stone inside kitty, and every scrape and slide and sinister thought of what was to come made that invincible tenderness Gerlinde felt feel all the brighter.<br/><br/>"I think you are so tender in that hole, so sensitive, because you are so anxious about touching there."  Gerlinde's eyes widened to contain all that was in Lisle's, as her hand closed about the side of Lisle kitty's neck to capture all that rushed there.  "Lisle kitty gets so excited when her dirty hole is touched, because she thinks it is so dirty.  It gives her more intense pleasure than I have ever seen."<br/><br/>She was sober as a doctor as she delivered that fact.  Gerlinde's wan face, still infused with adoring blush, delivered it without allowing argument.  Her tone was soft, but the essence of it was immutable.<br/><br/>Hard again inside Lisle kitty, Gerlinde rocked slightly as she began to spool her fingers around the delicate ridge of Lisle kitty's labia ringing Gerlinde's slotted penis.  She gathered the copious cream there, wrist bone occasionally butting the tower of Lisle kitty's clitoris.  Her touches were coy, teasing, as they picked up semen and vaginal slick in coils of glistening garlands.<br/><br/>Her heart was the same.  Her tone, though, was serious.<br/><br/>"You can try to protest.  Tell me why I should not touch there.  Tell me what is wrong with it."  Gerlinde listened intently, even leaning in enough to bend Lisle kitty's clitoris with her wrist and brush her huge breasts nearer.  "Explain to me.  I am listening."<br/><br/>Lisle kitty would not enjoy this - not at first.  But Gerlinde would enjoy it all.  She felt entirely at peace with that.<br/><br/>She felt calm as perfume in a crystal bottle as her fingers, drooling sticky slickness, touched to Lisle kitty's anus, stroked to soften, circled to widen, coaxed to open.