"Yes."<br/><br/>Gerlinde gives the answer emphatically.  She does so with a smooth sibilance, a deep rush of breath from her chest.  She looks Lisle kitty in the eyes while saying it.<br/><br/>Gerlinde teaches Lisle kitty's body in much the same way.  With emphasis - the fingers almost trembling as they force inside and out and around, excavating the little hole until it yields on its way to a tremendous opening.  Smoothly, being flexible when they had to flow into a cramped space, being firm when they had to spread it like heavy cream.  And with deep rushes of her wrist, her steadily sawing cock still splitting Lisle puss, her skims of the livid clitoris' stalk with her arm - with rushes of pleasure boiling at her.<br/><br/>Teaching.  She thought again placidly.  I am teaching.<br/><br/>"Such a good kitty.  Holding so tight.  So clean and smooth instead."<br/><br/>And as before - as likely ever - it was enough to turn carnal pleasure into ecstasy.<br/><br/>A third finger begin to dress in its heavy gowns of cream.  It began to rub around the ring to seek a space in its slackness.  And Gerlinde's eyes opened wide to see it begin to stretch that hole yet further, as two fingers rolled up to the second knuckle within that raw, gripping hole.<br/><br/>"Getting so wide."<br/>