Laura shot down my hesitation and thought I should get started soon, her reason being that it would take at least three years for the horse to grow an... learn, so why wait?I also voiced a vague thought I had about spending some time in Denmark which confused Laura until I explained that there are no laws against bestiality there, in fact a lawyer there forced their supreme court to allow and recognise her marriage to her horse. What better way to protect oneself than to be legally married to the. He growled and his owner, Mr. Dave had to soothe him. I was impressed. Duke quickly calmed down and was led away.However, Duke’s tongue had also impressed me. I was wet. Very wet. My juices were running more than the saliva left behind by the beast’s tongue.If I hadn’t been strapped in place my hands would have been at my cunt.Bernard announced the next dog. Chip. A German Shepherd. Tan and black. He reminded me of my own mates. I wondered if they were missing me. Their bitch had left them very. A hot, wet phallus touched her womanhood and moved up and down over her clitoris. “Oh! Master! Please make love to me!” she whispered. She wanted to scream, but she lacked the strength. Her entire universe was concentrated on her clitoris. The room began swirling around, faster and faster. Another orgasm began in her clitoris and spread out over her illustrated body. Sherri gasped for a breath of air. She felt like a weight was on her chest prevent her from screaming. She managed only a faint. I feared that the wholeexperience would traumatize her into never speaking again.As we rode back to the farm, I thought about my lack of qualificationsfor raising a kid. Stupid ass that I am, I didn't even ask about where tosend her to school. Did she take medication? Did she require a specialdiet? I had trouble taking care of myself. How could I take care of her?Shit, shit, shit. I'd have to get a phone, find a kid doctor, and buy kidfood. She couldn't survive on my diet on frozen pizza, beer,.