So tasty, isn’t that right my big stallion?The horse neighs. Three of the horses walk towards her, bumping her with their noses. The pain of their s...nsitive pricks driving them wild. If only they too could find relief. Emma: Guys, maybe we should focus on finding shelter, or some people or something. One of the three horses, a brown one, rears its front hooves in the air, in an act of intimidation and frustration. Emma: Does it really hurt that bad? Do you need to be taken care of?Two more. OliveShe agonized over telling him that, but better to tell him now, especially if he really was short. She didn't need a repeat of her ex husband. Shocking her, he replied almost immediately.Olive,Thank you for your honesty, but I find height to not be an issue if there is emotion going on.Now, here's another revelation. I have a good job, selling cars. It's not for everybody, but I'm pretty good at it, maybe because I try to treat everybody right and don't make promises I can't keep. There is. Usne mujhse pucha kya tum mera ghar dekhna chahte ho to maine ha keh diya. Wo mujhe sabse pehle apne bedroom mein le gayi to mera man usko chodne ko kiya isliye main use ghoor raha tha, wo samajh gayi aur kahi tumhari niyat tthik nahi lag rahi to main bhi jawab me kaha ki aapko dekh kar bigad gayi. Phir wo kahi ki kya tum mere saath mere bed pe baithoge to maine kaha main to kuch bhi kar sakta hoon. Bed pe baitne ke baad maine apna haath uske jaangho pe rakh diya to wo boli ki tum to bahu tez. Well now let me come to the incident that happened. Dhavni aunty was from a marvari family, her husband was in textile business so he hardly used to be home. hence dhavni aunty used to stay alone at home (ofcourse she didnt had kids, for that her husband should be home) Apart from being from a traditional family her attire was too hot to handle. One day i knew uncle would be out of town and aunty would be home alone, so i purposely went and rang her door bell. Aunty opened the door and greeted.