She looked tall and tan and young and lovely. I admired her at the traffic crossing through the dusty window panes of my car.
Her light green satin dress was dancing with the gentle throbbing of her long brown hair that had big curls at the ends; and, her plumpy breasts were bobbing.
Then, a gentle breeze started blowing, distracting the rhythm of her jaunty walking. It was wrapping her dress to her body more tightly... so I noticed her hips... her crotch was showing... but it was not so womanly, something was jutting... She had a cock!
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