"I sat for a moment in thought and responded, "You know, I don't really know what to do here. Is this the only one?" I can, ummm...look around for yo...," she said shyly. "If you want me to." If you don't mind," I told her. I was running into a bad habit of thinking of her as a colleague and not my student. "I still don't see how that happened."She giggled and said, "Come here and I'll show you how easy it is to do." I followed her over to the back row of desks. She had me sit where the boy. "Does Tammy do this?" A lewd giggle escaped her mouth. She sat up againin the saddle, tall, her back straight, her tits jutting out proudly.Panting, she brought her trembling body momentarily under control. Shestared glassy-eyed across the stream. Being naked out in the open andsitting on a pony overwhelmed the c***d. It was unbelievable, but true.It blew her young mind.Using her hands, she caressed her own sizzling tittie meat. Tenderstrokes, light touches. Her hands became more urgent, more. Julie laughed at that. It was an easy, friendly sound, like the ringing of merry church bells.“This isn’t easy.” Julie scrolled the page on her laptop. “I mean, if we get the XXL, it’ll just hang off your butt. You’re still skinny everywhere but that one place.”“Over there, Mom.” Daniel pointed at the screen and she stopped scrolling. “That iron strength micro boxer. It says it’s made for men with big packages.”“It does, thank goodness.” Julie clicked on the link and adjusted her reading. Leaves and twigs kept snarling in the strands. The branches all tore at me, snagging on my beige clock and white robes. Angela wore her kite shield strapped to her right arm, pushing back the branches with it and protecting her face.Strange sounds echoed around us. Animals scampered and growled. Birds chirped. Squirrels darted up and down tree trunks, and other things scurried out of our path through the leaf-strewn ground. I would catch flashes of small, furred bodies and shuddered. What sort.