Again, nothing happened!As Bambi was getting out of the shower, I thought the problem was likingsomething too much. If I liked my breasts the size the... were now, then maybeI wouldn't have the proper amount of will to effect a change. If that werethe case, then I would have to depend on Bambi to change me back, just as shewould have to depend on me to change her back. But I would have to make surethat was true before going further. I would need to do a little test onmyself. I looked in the. The "Walk" itself is unremarkable,a length of paved thoroughfare, the Thames wall on one side, and a huge Georgianedifice on the other, bristling with architectural features that I couldn'teven begin to describe without knowing the correct terms. There were even gargoylesof a sort - odd, almost cartoonish fish, all huge eyes and gaping mouths. Eventhough these are not your run of the mill gargoyles, they are somewhat… disturbing.The lower half of the building is an arcade; the series of fine. .and exhilarating! As I continued to feel her soft feet, I was beginning to get sexually aroused. It was quite literally getting a hard on. I honestly wanted to take it a step further, so I again gently moved my feet, only this time allowing my sole to just ever so slightly slide it, letting me feel her feet and to my absolute shock, she still didn’t move!I gave in to the temptation and just settled to feel it, but I refuse to glance at her to whether ever she even knew what she was doing. We. And the S?bastienette saintly beauty Rein staggered in the agony of her arrows obscenely porcupined with feathered-quills that drilled and filled her fabulous full forceful feminine thighs with abundance of emptied quiver, her beyond beautiful bottom with blood now a river, her sweet sacred mouth no more her sweet sacred voice to deliver, her titular titanic tits nailed with feathered flights, blood not milk to mother, her anus filled with lover her cum to give her, her ?clair so sweet, replete.