Lovely.  The answer was rote and it was emphatic.  Just like the argument of a child.  And like so many arguments made by children parroting the words of their parents, it was so very thin.  So easy to puncture.<br/><br/>One finger popped its slickened tip as firm as a bullet into Lisle puss' bottom.<br/><br/>Gerlinde's lips lifted in a compassionate little bow of a grin.  Her eyes sparkled.  Her nostrils felt like they were sparkling too, stuffed full of Lisle kitty's scents as they squirmed thick from her open body.<br/><br/>"Is that so?"  Gerlinde asked.  Her cock began a rhythmic sliding inside Lisle puss, tugging the sheath of her tender pussy outwards, cramming it in and wide with a thrust.  She plows in, pets Lisle kitty's brow, stirs the dense broth of semen inside the shivering tube.<br/><br/>And she slides her finger around inside, screwing in and out, drilling depths that kiss tenderly, then stroking them farewell.  Outside, her other drizzling finger is smearing fragrant, clinging fluid on the ring.  It massages to soften the muscle, not so much as forcing it to open wider than the clamp around the single embedded fingertip, more coaxing all of Lisle kitty's bottom to pull its roving point in.<br/><br/>"But you are so clean in here, remember?  I put all types of medicine up there.  It is so fresh."<br/><br/>She kneads with that fingertip.  She plugs and pets with the other.  She sets both churning.<br/><br/>"So since you cannot touch there...because it was filthy...can we touch now, now that it is clean?"<br/><br/>Gerlinde quirks her head with the logic and rubs deeper, feeling all aspects of little Lisle kitty yield with the penetrating stretch.