Things were mellowing quickly.  Gerlinde felt her firm conviction in her new idea insulate her bones against the trembling remnants of her worry and woe.  Soon the glow rose again from her flesh.  Things began to melt back into a lazy brew of arousal.  It made her think of wet, soft things, and she raised her palm with the little leavings of the candy on it to Lisle's mouth.  Her other hand found the slender horizon between Lisle puss' navel and vagina, spread her on her back to with caress, and began to stroke there.<br/><br/>"Good kitty."  Gerlinde called Lisle kitty, as she arranged herself on all fours.  Her hand brushed back and forth on the silky space of Lisle kitty's belly's lower reaches.  She imagined the petting's resonance stirring through the ripe ovaries and the little pink velvet change-purse of Lisle kitty's uterus.  Each stroke clipped the base of Lisle kitty's upright clitoris with her wrist.  "Good that you kept your eyes on me when I had hold of your hair."<br/><br/>Gerlinde sank her head toward the source of the scent that had been tempting her with creamy fingers all day.  Her breasts bulged below her, their ache becoming unstill in the hand of gravity.  Her cock felt straight and stiff, poised with readiness but patient.  All swung slightly under her as she lowered her face to the trim, copiously wet narrow under its garland of trim hair.<br/><br/>She took another breath.  It ignited by the time it hit the center of her throat, the oiliness flaming, adding to the burn in her.  Her nose was near enough to nudge one slender labia.  She let it.  The curve of her nose stroked up and down Lisle kitty's clitoris like a bent finger.<br/><br/>"Tell me what you were thinking before."  Gerlinde's breath wriggled and pushed into Lisle kitty's pussy.  Her hand gathered the side of Lisle kitty's face, grasping her in place and dragging a possessive thumb over her lips.<br/><br/>Her glans and breasts were swollen - great drops of oil about to pop with heat.  Gerlinde kept calm.  There was no need for urgency, after all.  The crisis would be averted.  The idea was in place.  All that remained was to remain firm and steadily see it through.<br/><br/>Gerlinde's cock firmed to a shudder as she began drawing her open lips, pressed to Lisle kitty's vagina, up and down the slash, darting out a tongue to strike the raw, nerve-rich hollows and spike.