My aunty was there all the time, but she didn't really intervene. Only when the policemen said they wanted my cellphone, did I disagree."I run my own ...usiness, and I cannot give it away just like that. But I can give you a copy of that recorded call, and make sure that the digital signature and the checksum of the file stays intact. It probably isn't enough, as it might not be admissible as evidence, but the same applies with the phone itself."They agreed. I made a copy of that recording and. I had something else in mind and since the donkey hadn’t been fucking…food on its mind…he was probably ready for a little playing around with me. I was going to take things in hand...and body if I could.It was dark in the barn and smelled really good. Me in just my skimpy housedress and feeling very sexy with my thoughts of the previous day…I had cock on my mind and recalling the taste of goat cum and granddad cum made me lick my lips. I wondered what Dad’s cum tasted like. Would I find out. Everybody furiously took notes. Amelia sat at the back of the crowd. She had her hand raised and I didn’t call on her. I was the head of a penis (mine?) moving back and forth between bright pink walls. I realized I was inside a vagina (Renee’s?). A round, swelled G-spot rose up in front of me and started talking to me in a low female voice. I forget what was said. Then it turned to a male voice. Then nothing. I fell and fell in to a dark puddle. It became bigger and bigger until I realized it. To Clarissa, science fiction, especially short stories, was amazing. Today, the students were both scared and enthusiastic as they hung onto her every word when she read Bradbury’s “A Sound of Thunder” aloud. She grinned; that one was a specialty of hers, with sound effects, threatening voice tone of the harsh leader, and voice inflections that caused them to flinch in their seats. The best part of the day was when students came to her at the end of class, ones who hated to read, and told her.