She laughed at his outrageousness and said: ‘It’s a free country, love.’ ‘Thanks, love,’ he said in return and he winked at her. She smiled ...n return. On the way to Wal Mart, she said to herself: ‘Don’t you dare, Susie Warren!’ But the very next thought was: ‘Why not?’ That was followed by: ‘Because they’re talking about sex.’ ‘So?’ came the other part of the dialogue, followed by: ‘It’s been so long since I’ve had good sex, maybe I should.’ That thought shocked her but it didn’t, wouldn’t go. Her vulva were swollen and you could actually see the juices dripping from her, horse pussy for lack of a better word. I had never thought about fucking an animal before this very moment. But there it was a horse pussy ready for a fucking. I had seen the dick of miniature stud horses before and I wasn’t that big so I knew I would fit and I knew I was going to try. I stepped closer to the fence, it was made of 1 inch pipe with 6 rails about a foot apart, Brownies horse pussy was bulls eyed. Jeff was kind of a loner and had one of the few private rooms in our dorm. We started spending occasional evenings in his room, drinking, listening to music and talking. A few weeks after we became friends we made a trip to a local convenience store to get some snacks and while we were there we started looking at the girly magazines and eventually bought a couple then took them back to his room. Over the next few days we would look through the mags and eventually we got comfortable enough. I heard footsteps of someone walking behind me, but I didn’t think anything of it. I wish I had, but why would I? I’m in the same school I’ve spent the last two and a half years of my life in; walking the same route I do everyday. What the fuck did I have to worry about, right? It all happened so fast from there. Whoever was following me grabbed my from behind and threw his hand over my mouth and nose. He had to be holding some kind of cloth, because my eyes were covered with some.