I pointed down the street to the small pile of blue cloth lying on the sidewalk a few hundred feet away.Her eyes grew larger at the realization that s...e was caught completely nude, helpless. “I feel like I could cum right now,” she said, her voice a hoarse whisper. “I wouldn’t even have to touch myself.”The street. It was quiet and dark. Dotted by streetlights spaced far apart.“I don’t want you to walk on the sidewalk. I want you to walk in the middle of the street,” I told her, taking the dog. And we’d feel sorry for the guy. But anyone with even half your size would be fine with me. As long as I liked him. And he knew what he was doing.”Walker nodded, full of 15-year old wisdom, “Clit.”“Clit. But also ... and more importantly, tenderness, compassion, passion, awareness.”So solemn, drinking everything in. I bent down kissed his forehead, “Clint’s size is ... not a problem exactly. A consideration. I have to be in the mood, maybe a little more than usual.”Walker’s eyes were drifting. She locked eyes with him as he began to move his hips, thrusting up and increasing speed. Holding out her tongue, she teased his cockhead each time it appeared from between her breasts. With his movements now taking over, she held her breasts against him and allowed him to set the pace. Teresa knew he was close. She knew just what to say as she purred, “They’re yours, Cliff.”Hearing those words sent him over. “Fuck,” Cliff yelled out as he came hard, spurting his cum on Teresa’s face and. She didn't pay it any attention at the time, as enraptured by Dan's presence as she was, but as Leslie continued to strut down the hall, her breasts and hips began to feel odd, almost swollen, and as her conversation with Dan turned from sexy girls to more mundane topics, her loose t-shirt and jeans began to feel tighter, and in certain places, much tighter. Meanwhile, struck by an uncharacteristically sexy impulse, Leslie began to arch her back and stick out her chest a bit as it grew, but the.