He forgot everything else as he caught sight of her through the window. She had a way of bouncing when she walked that made her large round tits reach out and grab a man's attention.

At first, Tate had been jealous of the fact that she always wore thin T-shirts, and never a bra. No man could resist ogling her. Her nipples prodded pertly against the thin material of her shirt. Her breasts swayed, just enough to indicate there was nothing artificial holding them in place. Those big firm globes were just Annie… All Annie!

When she had teased him about his jealousy, he had learned to laugh at himself. Now he grinned when he saw men straining their necks out of car windows to get a closer look… when he saw them trip over their own feet to get a few inches closer to her on the sidewalk. He liked to see she was admired. It gave him a secret thrill to know she was alibis!

His cock was throbbing noticeably as he watched the steady bounce, bounce as she hurried toward their comfortable cottage home. She was wearing a short skirt with her T-shirt. Her legs were long and shapely, though just the slightest bit awkward in their movements. That awkwardness sent an extra jolt to Tate's cock. It reminded him that she was still unfinished, still a girl right on the verge or full womanhood. The child-like quality she still bore made him hunger for her. He loved to mold her, to shape her… to make her eager cunt spasm for more of his lusty instruction on the facts of life.

The neighbors' cat Puss was sitting on the sidewalk just outside their gate. She bent over to stroke him. Her ripe round ass-cheeks burst into view. Her white buttocks were separated by a thin wisp of white panties that had been pushed up into the crack between by her day's activity.