"They'll feel much better soon."  Gerlinde replied.  She girded herself with an officious resolve as a subtle smile lifted the coral ribbon of her lips, but too slow.  Something not far from affection had begun to spread its pink wings from her heart, inspired by Lisle's gentleness of reply.  "They'll feel all better, not even very strange."<br/><br/>Gerlinde got serious, maternal, as her hand swam circles on the hot liquid covering Lisle's belly.  "You listen:  You just focus on what feels good, and try to relax, and then you will go to sleep."<br/><br/>Her hand skimmed up the gristly red ramp of Lisle's clitoris.  The flesh, clotted with all the hormones it could hardly flush out fast enough as it manufactured more, felt tense and responsive.  Gerlinde spread warm traces of her sperm there and widened her eyes.<br/><br/>"Does that feel good, pussy Lisle?  Hm, kitty?"  Her thumb rubbed Lisle's tummy, shuttling more semen to the fingers that plastered it on the high, distorted finger of Lisle's clitoris.  "Could you focus on that for me?"