Satisfaction dawned, generous and pink, in Gerlinde as she heard Lisle's answer chiming from between licks of her scrotum.  Lisle's lapping had summoned a tension to her testes that made the balls feel shiny with hardness.  The sack around them felt crammed with pasty fluid.  But it was Lisle's words that made Gerlinde's arousal go from a sharp, white flame to an inferno.<br/><br/>She could hear the blush in those syllables, making them wet and red as berries.  She could hear the steam that was sewing into every aspect of Lisle, rising from the boil that flushed in the core of kitty puss' body.  Most of all, she heard the attempt at detachment in them - Lisle's externalizing, not saying<em>she </em>wanted something in there, or why, but that good kitties did.<br/><br/>And the velvet ribbon of Gerlinde's lips drew wider in a smile, because Lisle, perhaps unknowningly, had just placed her paw in a big step toward being just what Gerlinde was turning her into - the good kitty.  After all, Lisle could not deny her body wanted something in there:  Seed and cock and fingers and vibrating eggs and whatever else someone desired to force deep.  Lisle knew how she felt.<br/><br/>And Lisle had been right:  She felt just like a good kitty.<br/><br/>"Yes." Gerlinde said emphatically, and the fingers that had been glazing the stalk of Lisle's clitoris now pressed meaningly against it, rocking as their tips dented the coral crush of Lisle's vagina - not slipping in, not piercing, but suggesting in the yielding bend of nerves and the flashes of hormone, primal urge and carnal want it evoked, just how divine it would be when she did.  "Yes, that is just right.  Because a good kitty wants something in there.<br/><br/>"And since it is making cream now, you must be a good kitty."  Her other hand grabbed the back of Lisle's head, guiding her to burrow into the aching sack of her balls.  Gerlinde could hardly bear the pressure; it sent her penis jutting up at an angle with urge to spend.<br/><br/>"And since," Gerlinde wove from her panting breath.  "You are making...so much cream...more than...any...I've ever seen..."<br/><br/>And now she began tilting her hand - the hand below, fingers slowly excavating Lisle's tender vaginal opening, touching each nerve and making it bend in before releasing the pressure in teasing.  The hand rubbed her fingers fast, frigging against Lisle's clitoral shaft.  "You must be a very, very good kitty."<br/><br/>Her teeth slid together between parted lips, adding to the sparks inside her.  She was all fire now.  She was ready.  She stroked, teased, faster.<br/><br/>"Tell me you are, Lisle pussy.  Tell me why you are, just as I just explained to you."<br/><br/>And then the waiting would be over, Gerlinde decided.  Propriety be damned.  Patience, overrated.  She would show Lisle what good kitties got for being so good.<br/>