Gerlinde heard Lisle kitty's little sigh brushing her ear, and thought it was like the pass of a brief sunbeam over the sleek mirror of a puddle's surface.<br/><br/>That was just what the afternoon and evening were from then on:  Moments like little pools of standing water puddled after the rain storm, reflecting brilliance.<br/><br/>"A nap." Gerlinde confirmed, cupping the side of Lisle kitty's tit where it bulged below hers, and stroking its shiny distension.<br/><br/>And later, there was another bright puddle: After dozing, waking Lisle kitty up by pulling the post of her penis out of the clinging elastic of Lisle kitty's vagina.<br/><br/>And later, another:  Washing Lisle kitty between her legs to freshen her, as kitty draped over her shoulder by the bath.<br/><br/>And later, another:  More chocolate milk, and reading Rilke to kitty.<br/><br/>And another:  Brushing Lisle kitty's hair as they watched a racy movie on the TV.<br/><br/>And another:  Feeding Lisle kitty braised chicken cutlets while petting her bare belly on the bed.<br/><br/>And another:  Falling asleep with Lisle kitty in her lap on the couch.<br/><br/>And other moments, just droplets - a glance, a touch of stubby fingers on naked thigh, a rustle under the blanket they shared.<br/><br/>Until they ended when Gerlinde woke up to discover two things:<br/><br/>It was 2200 hours, only an hour before she had planned Lisle kitty's next surgery.<br/><br/>And from her lap, where she had dozed off with Lisle kitty pressed nude against her, Gerlinde's penis was standing and aching alarmingly hot, the urgency of its lust grabbing her breath and yanking.<br/><br/>Half awake, she rocked Lisle puss to consciousness, stirring her to the sight of the veined pillar raised to ferocious thickness before kitty's face.