The light, tremulous chime of Lisle's voice put a river of sparks in Gerlinde's throat.  A gasp let it loose, and they swept down, slaloming over her heat into the aching chambers of her breasts.  She knew her eyes flashed as surprise that the sparks could so completely - so generously - fill the hugeness of her breasts struck her.  She knew Lisle saw it.<br/><br/>She kept her voice level all the same.  Now is the time for instruction, for discovery, she reminded herself.  All the same, the knotting eagerness that worked her testicles in a fury made her want to show Lisle pussy puss where the semen wanted to go, right then and there.<br/><br/>"It so<em>very </em>much wants inside you, Lisle pussy."  Gerlinde said, being sure to smooth her words, knitting them carefully from breath that emerged ragged from the tempest inside her.  "That's what the chemicals in it - the hormones - are telling my body and mind.  They tell me it needs to come out and go into you.<br/><br/>"Here," Gerlinde said, and raised a fingertip to trace around the plush, busy rind of Lisle's lips.  She traced there like a bead of quicksilver.  The touch smoothed Lisle's lips nearer to the raging heat of her penis' shaft.  It peeled those lips wider.  Her eyes widened around Lisle's in kind. "In your mouth.<br/><br/>"And here."  Her fingers, below, rose to stencil the rim of Lisle's vagina.  They reached there by slowly, slowly scaling the spike of Lisle's clitoris.  The dilatory speed was maddening.  It was all Gerlinde could think of - how firm and slow her fingers were climbing up the pulsating, tallow-stiff organ.  She could only imagine what it did to Lisle.  "There most of all."<br/><br/>Finally, the fingertips licked around the clenching socket of Lisle's vagina.  Gerlinde nearly gasped to feel all the cream that was pouring out of there.  Her alterations of Lisle's clitoris and attendant hormones had made the organ insane.  Prolific heat and wet almost flooded.<br/><br/>"<em>Oh</em>, Lisle<em>puss</em>."  Gerlinde sighed, the snow of her complexion getting bloody with passion.  "You're making<em>so </em>much wet down there.  So much.  More than I expected, even with the treatments."<br/><br/>The fingertips remained.  The lengths of Gerlinde's digits were set snug against the quaking length of Lisle's clitoris.  The tips pushed gently against the rim of the hole, showing how it yielded, exploring its tense neediness, coaxing out more cream to run down Lisle's shaft.  "Lick lower, Lisle kitty.  And tell me, do you know why you're making all that cream there?"<br/><br/>Yes, her mind hissed at the drowning foam of her hormones.<em>Instruction</em>.  Focus on instruction.<br/><br/>Gerlinde's breath began to canter through her nose all the same.