Musco's back arched pleasantly at Molly's touch, and he found himself purring yet again.  It was a nicer sort of touching than he was used to.  The catboy felt a close kind of affection that he hadn't felt before.  Man could scritch and scratch behind his ears, but it never made joy spring in his chest or his cheeks flush with excitement.  And they never did what she did, kissing his face so full and moist.  Man didn't show love through their tongues like cats did, at least not towards Musco.  It felt...wonderful.<br/><br/>He found himself laughing along with Molly.  The purring turned it into a sort of amusing warble, almost like the sound of some extraordinarily happy bird.  Musco rubbed himself against her with the sort of fervor that cats always showed to those they were affectionate with.  When she finally turned to the side and offered what he had came for to begin with he was already sporting another little stiffy.<br/><br/>Musco took one firm breast in his slender hands and kneaded at it like he had seen the Man do before.  Her teats were already full and erect from their playtime, but the motions were enough to get the milk sloshing about and ready to go.  He stared her full in the eyes as he took the nipple between his pouty lips and began to suckle, just a bit unsure of himself.  He squeezed and tugged at it for several moments before the milk came.  It came out thick and creamy, and the taste of it made him mewl with excitement.<br/><br/><strong>"MMmmn!  S-So yum...yummy!"</strong>he gasped briefly before pressing his lips full to her breast.  Musco could barely contain himself.  It was like a drug to him, this pure delicious nectar.  The way he positioned himself, kneeling down with tight rump waving in the air, it was almost worshipful.  The act filled him with something akin to love, like what he was doing was something he had been deprived of for so long.  It brought happy tears to his eyes.  Molly was a very good cow.