Today she had the time for donkey dick. Bruce took in the scene. His wife was covered with horse sperm and the ranch girl had milked his balls into he... mare. The jackass was fucking the widow and making a loud commotion. The widow took his last thrust and felt his warm spunk leaking down her legs. She wore a long skirt with no panties. Then she just got up and left the donkey in the stall. She had business in town and had to keep going so she left the barn with donkey juice running down her. Rimming his asshole with her tongue had shocked her beyond belief. She was convinced that his deviant mind had thought it up all by itself until Susan had shown her that a search engine for the web had over six million hits on the term rimming. After having done it, she had admitted that it wasn't that bad.Denise wondered if losing weight was worth going through all of that hell, but then she thought about the totality of her situation. She was not only losing weight, but she looked and felt. During the winter her shirts were usually big cute sweaters and hats. but the highlight of the year was when the heat starting coming back and she started wearing her summer clothes. She would wear a pair of small little pink sneakers, a tiny pair of short shorts, and a tight low cut T-shirt. When she wore those shorts both her entire long legs and thighs were visible. She would usually sit with her legs crossing at the knees but whenever she stretched her legs I could see the firm muscles in. His arms were bound above his head, his forearms held together with a wrapping of leather cord. He was tied to something high enough to force him to stand on his toes, his legs spread wide by a large bar of iron shackled to his ankles.Behind him was one of the women. She was fully dressed in what appeared to be a business suit. Hair pulled back in a bun and a pair of glasses completed the impression of a librarian or a school teacher. The image quickly proved false, as I saw her left hand.