For a time, running lathered hands over Lisle pussy’s subject nudity, Gerlinde felt she was handling a little living poem.  Lisle kitty seemed an ode to yielding.  With her brain and body buzzing, each vein a happy noise echoing the pleasure of Lisle kitty’s many tender submissions and precious vulnerabilities, Gerlinde sensed everything as pregnant with exquisite significance.<br/><br/>So many poems for her to look upon and touch; so many to shape:<br/><br/>There was the soft and constant sonnet of wanting invested in Lisle kitty’s teary green eyes.  There was the crumpled set of her shoulders, the slenderness of her silky belly, the places below, sheer as porcelain to the touch. The press of her breath - never kept far from Gerlinde's titanic breast or neck or face - folding its little kitten paw prints into her.  The way she seemed to be warming and melting.<br/><br/>There were her breasts – and Gerlinde thought she had never appreciated Lisle kitty’s ripe, firm breasts before; not truly; not like when her hands were around them, massaging rich and deep, trying to squeeze whimpers from Lisle kitty with fluid fingers and flicks of the pert, un-softening nipples.<br/><br/>Above all, there was the stiff distortion of Lisle kitty’s clitoris – a tiny tower like a Cellini gold statue, so articulate in its fine veins and the finer thread of its skin, so swollen with instability.  That, Gerlinde paid most attention to.  Her heart was set on that tremulous spike.  And after, a few seconds into the bath, she extracted the bloated thing from its tight leather hood, and rinsed it of what menthol she could, Gerlinde lavished it with fancy thoughts and rude, clutching touches.<br/><br/>“So pretty,” Gerlinde would tell Lisle kitty as she fondled and oiled and probed to bend that rigid pink bit, looking her in the eyes as she did.  “So big and so pretty.”<br/><br/>She brushed Lisle puss to brilliance with cloths and pruning fingertips.  She leaned her against her body and moved her like a honey sculpture.  She even lowered her beneath the water, holding her for a few moments before drawing her up for another oiling.  Lisle kitty was soon shellfish-pink, steamed with silk layers of scent.<br/><br/>But after awhile, Gerlinde was rinsed of her poetry.  She became just a girl in a bath with a hard, somewhat chilly penis sticking its head above the water like a tremendous periscope.  Aches became more present than idle thoughts.  Floating ceased and Gerlinde settled back into her overly tender body.<br/><br/>She found it anxious.  Hungry.  Stiff in places that asked for rubbing and then grumbled like an imposed-upon host when it arrived.  Gerlinde’s appetite for lavishing timeless caresses on Lisle kitty, polishing her like the idol of a divinity entirely of her own creation and entirely subject to her whims, dried.  She had a new appetite – one that gnaws on everything and did not swallow.<br/><br/>Only her cock remained resolute in its worship of the sensual.  Bright as paint, the purple and dusk and rose of it was still lancing with arousal.  Below, her balls pushed with insistent lust against the seal of her prostate.<br/><br/>Pausing in another fragrant rinsing of Lisle kitty’s breasts, Gerlinde regarded her cock.<em>If your erection lasts more than two hours, </em>she recited from commercials heard on the Web,<em>consult your physician.<br/><br/>There, </em>she thought.<em>I consulted myself.  What now?</em><br/><br/>Inside.  Gerlinde’s penis seethed bright as a neon sign with its livid message.  She wanted it inside the snug, clutching warmth of Lisle kitty’s pussy.  She wanted to be just the thin distance of panting breath from those gleaming green eyes.  Gerlinde needed to empty her testicles into Lisle kitty, feeling the feast of sperm pin into the crying kitty’s womb.<br/><br/>No.  Dry.  She wanted to be dry and done with the cooling bath.  Inside would come later.<br/><br/>There was one last thing to tend to: The experiment itself.  She needed to examine her subject.  Gerlinde reached forward to rinse Lisle kitty’s generous, tender tits, gazing into green and reflecting on how Lisle kitty had responded to being so cleaned.