Upon the floor.For her to rise,Wanting to see her breastsBounce back,Full and round and firmAs balloons ascendingInto Heaven above.ANDROGYNOUS PARADEI... the parade,An androgynous face,Like a girl'sAnd a boy's,So feminineAnd masculineIt's impossible to sayWhich he or she may be;Although the mustacheAnd goatee suggestBalls,The buoyant breastsBouncy and full,Despite the line of hairIn the cleavage between the two,IndicateOva,And there is no wayTo tell,For he or she wears pants,Skirts being largely. At first, Theresa was so distracted by his scanning of her body that she found it difficult to talk. It felt like she could feel exactly where his eyes were tracking. Initially, it was all around her breasts, and her nipples reacted as if to a physical touch. She unconsciously squeezed her legs tighter together when she felt his gaze move toward her crotch.After a minute or two, she was able to gain enough control to look at him in an appraising way. She almost swooned at the changes she saw.. What he didn't know, was that John was going to carry high value stock with his half camel load.John would have lots of free time between attacks and while not hunting, to make carvings. They didn't take up much room, and were quite valuable if parceled out sparingly. At the first wooded area they passed through, John, guided by Zithrusa, traded the tired little ass for enough fine cured wood to fill the rest of their half a camel load. Perhaps the man who traded the wood thought they were. I thought that this might be fun so dressed accordingly when I went to pick up the photos. I breezed into the shop with jacket flowing open and my tits under my see-thru top on display. The guy just stared at me open mouthed. I gave him the docket and asked to pick up the photos. He searched behind the counter and pushed a folder of photos toward me. Shouldn’t we look at them to see if they are mine and if they are OK. They are definitely yours, he said, and there is no doubt that they are OK..