Filling the bottle with warm water, I placed the mouth just inside my pussy and squeezed it hard, sending a rush of water into my vagina. The gush of ...ater made me feel a little better but as it slowed to a trickle, the watery slime dripping into the toilet reminded me what it was I was trying to cleanse and I began to shake all over again.Hearing the front door slamming shut made me feel a little better as I knew he had left and I wouldn't have to face him. It took another twenty minutes. The horse had not been unaffected by the action on his back, and his huge prick was semi-hard. His dark-fleshed cockhead was just starting to squeeze out from its leathery foreskin. Marion knelt down beside the animal, and she began to play with his bloated balls, smiling when she found that they were inflated with cum. She ran her hands up and down his hardening prick shaft, tracing along the fat, pulsating vein from root to crown. She fingered the underside of his swollen cockhead.The horse's. It wasn't like him. He always replied back to her. Before they started dating over the summer break, they had been best friends for years. The three of them were inseparable, getting into trouble, joking around. He always answered.“Did he really turn into a girl?” Lori asked herself again. She couldn't believe she was thinking it, but that was the sort of day she was having.She glanced at her MacBook Air sitting on her desk, the pink, slim laptop closed. She stood up, cum leaking out of her. Looked almost like they were hiding. I went and looked. It was Jane Pinski, the girl I'd worked with last fall. She was huddled into a space in the bales, crying. She really didn't hear me coming and her head was in her arms. I went back to Hero, took off my saddle and hooked his bridle to a ring outside his stall."Jane, when you have a minute, would you help me out?"I saw her legs twitch, and after a few moments of furious activity, she slid out of her hole and came over, her eyes mostly dry.