Lisle kitty was more than just a spectacle:  More than just her tumid little bloat, a precious little paunch suggesting her agonizingly intense fullness.  More than her carnal, consuming hunching; so demonstrative and stuffed with slender, needy shivers.  More than the clutching of her tiny core and its copious, runny tears, running from the pink petals in all their roaming fragrance.  More than the jingling stick of her clitoris, its raw gristle stuck throbbing to burst from its the lead-core sheath.  More than quakes.  Than mewls.  Than whimpers.  Moans.  Panic.  Submission.  Gerlinde did not just witness Lisle kitty climax with her body swollen with warm water and needy surges.<br/><br/>Gerlinde experienced it.<br/><br/>She pressed against Lisle kitty as Lisle kitty quaked and hunched and cried.  She absorbed the flush, the sticky gouts of liquid, the fluid cries.  She touched Lisle kitty and pet her pussy's long, sheathed branch and drank it all in.  Gerlinde experienced Lisle kitty climaxing with her bottom so very, very full.<br/><br/>And after, as the shock of heat subsided, and Gerlinde heard Lisle kitty sigh, and felt Lisle kitty's discovery of new and awesome pleasure soak indelibly into her, there was only one thing to be said.<br/><br/><em>"Good.  Kitty."</em><br/><br/>And if air could be engraved, Gerlinde felt, then every fluttering breath Lisle kitty and she shared was marked with those words.<br/><br/>Gerlinde removed her hand from Lisle puss' clitoris delicately.  The care was like releasing a bird one had been tending while its flossy bones mended, hoping it would still survive in all that anxious delicacy without a touch to contain it.  She popped open the cabinet at the base of the sink, sorting aside pink Kleenex boxes, a few nature magazines, a plunger, the Rainbow Brite toothpaste and a lighter.<br/><br/>Grabbing up the bed pan, she positioned it below Lisle kitty.  Then, with the care one moves wet paper with, she leaned Lisle kitty back against her, until kitty's bottom was positioned over the empty center of the pan.  She held Lisle kitty in the cross of her arms, petting languidly.<br/><br/>"Relax now."  Gerlinde whispered to the head she rested on her shoulder.  "You let it out now."<br/><br/>With that, Gerlinde removed the plug.