"Come and help me dear," said Mrs. Cake in as normal fashion as possible, judging by the way she swayed her hips shortly afterwards, there were more sensual undertones to her plea. As her words registered in his mind, Clover resolved such an opportunity could not be passed. He wasn't an idiot, unable to see her whorish coquetry, but he sure wasn't chaste either. He slowly progressed toward her and within seconds he was standing before the mountainous rump. The width of it was longer than his arm. The smooth roundness of it gave her backside an appetizing curvaceousness like no other. This was his fantasy, his dreams, what he'd just been jerking to. Leaning in, he lifted one hoof and placed it on her right cheek, causing it to sink an inch into the warm soft flesh. Then the other hoof. Her ass felt warm and pillowy. Up close it looked round and filling, a perfectly morphed anterior, just as he imagined it.