Finally she looked around at Eileen, her eyes blazing with lusty excitement. She suggested that her friend stand very close to the animal's head in ho...es that he would gain a scent of her pussy and thereby get the desired message more clearly. That seemed sensible to Eileen, who knew that donkeys became excited when they smelled a mare in heat, and she took up a position in front of Jackson's muzzle. The donkey caught a whiff of her highly aroused slit easily enough; he leaned out to nuzzle her. Your body is positioned perfectly over mine, our pubic bones, like hot molten lava, melt together, becoming one. Your spirit is strong and becomes one with me, because I am too weak to provoke this collision, this fiery fusion. I’m not wise or strong enough yet. This doesn’t concern you. You meet me where I’m at. You understand because you knew it would be this way. You are not disappointed, not disappointed at all. Our bodies are the perfect size, one perfect for the other. You lean over me. ‘Just another exciting Saturday night. How come you aren’t out on a date?’ Bobby felt his face get warm. ‘Ah…you know…I need to earn money for college and all and…’ he stammered. April smiled wryly. ‘Yeah, I sure do know about needing money,’ she said. ‘If Bobby’s father would get on the stick and make his support payments, I’d be a lot happier, I’ll tell you.’ Bobby looked at his former babysitter. April was as tall as he was, maybe a tad taller. She was full-bodied, but not in the least fat.. If you got a benefit out of it just imagine if you had someone who wasn’t as flawed as me in charge?” Betty made her mea culpa and asked not for forgiveness but for understanding that she had made a mistake.“Real BDSM? Safe Sane, Consensual, Blah-Blah, Blah, you don’t think we’ve heard this lecture before about how we do it wrong? There is no BDSM bible of leather culture. Everyone just makes it up as they go. It works for us too, you dumb cunt. Why do you think we do it? Because you are so.