And don't think for a second that didn't make Katchoo, pausing with her lips against Francine's skin just below her breasts, smile.

She reached up for Francine's hand to lace their fingers together, and scraped her teeth gently against the spot she was kissing. It was like there wasn't an upper limit for physical contact here. She wanted as much of it as she could get.

The "Oh godohgod" was, by the way, entirely mutual. If only internal on Katchoo's end.