"Yes, Ingress," I breathe out when she tells me to.  I reach down and unbutton my pants and put a hand into my also-very<em>joshikousei</em>today panties: a pastel blue with stars all over them.  (Seriously, I had looked at my collection of underwear and discovered that apparently going shopping with a catgirl with schoolgirl affectations meant a lot of that gets into your shopping bag.)  I shuddered as my index and middle fingers stroke up and down at the outer rim of my girl-bits.  I don't even know if she was being serious or just saying something.  But I was doing it.