I noticed in my time that animals seemed to practice sex mainly for reproduction and a bull or s stud horse was valued for its potency, not how good i... was at oral sex or how long it could last. The men here seem to have the same attitude. The quicker they can get on and come, the sooner they can move on to impregnate the next female. The women have to be hypersensitive if they are going to have pleasure in such a short time. No, I'm not a 'staff-merchant' as you call it, I guess I'm what you. Noticing, the dull pallor, the lack of expression and the slow response, she reaches with a practiced hand to her rear jeans pocket and whips out a petrol lighter, flipping it open and igniting it she moves it across her brothers gaze, left and right, in and out and up and down. Recognising symptoms, she knows he is drugged, and suspects a hypnotic, something like valium or benzodiazipam. She pushes him away, simultaneously closing her lighter and demanding, “What’s he on bitch? And he had. Her course had been set since the tenth grade when Frank Parsons had asked her for a date and she had refused. It was the first time any girl had refused the rising star of the football team. A few months later, Frank asked again and was again met with a refusal. Though she did allow him to sit with her at lunch in the cafeteria. By the time Frank mustered the courage to ask a third time, nobody doubted that they would soon be walking down the aisle together. Which they did after Kimberly. It was Justin Jacobs, her ex class mate. Always the popular, know-it-all sports fanatic, whom all her friends had wanted to sleep with since year 10! “Well, well, I bet that’s the first stallion you’ve ridden this year?!” He gloated. “That’s disgusting! get lost you creep!” Rosalie exclaimed in annoyance. Justin laughed. As he watched her shapely jodhpur-clad buttocks clench, rise and fall in motion with the big horse as she disappeared down the lane. Then an idea entered his mind, a hot, wild.