One day in anger I responded to an ad I found on line...on a site about pony girls. I was jerking off to the site several times a day. MY fascinatio... was as bad as Jennys and I really began to resent her. I pretended the girls on the site were her. I fantasized about her actually getting fucked by her horse, and that the girls in the videos all strapped up in Leather harnesses...were her. Thats when I saw the ad. It solicited young women into the pony girl scene to respond for modeling. I slowly opened my eyes. She was hovering over me, her face anxious, eyes locked on mine."You knew, didn't you?" I said accusingly. "You knew, and you didn't tell me."She averted her eyes for a moment. "We didn't know until Officer McConnell came to see you, Mark. He knew what happened a year ago. So when I told him you wanted his help to contact your sister, he knew ... and then we knew ... something was seriously wrong." She's ... she's dead, isn't she?" I asked miserably.Her eyes sad, she. I'll take care of you, bring you food every day, and keep you happy. When we get to Italy you will be SO GLAD you're alive"With nothing to lose and always wanting to see Italy, she accepted.That night, the sailor brought her aboard and hid her in a small but comfortable compartment in the ship's hold.From then on, every night, he would bring her sandwiches, a bottle of red wine, and make love to her until dawn.Two weeks later she was discovered by the captain during a routine inspection. "What. I did my best to clean most of my juices before it soiled the couch. Watching the white napkins stain yellow made my cock pulse with more excitement. That’s what cum does, isn’t it? It gets into things. It seeps. It invades. It changes things forever. Futanari cum more so. When the average virile man commits his sweet release, he sends 500 million swimmers to carry on his bloodline. But I’m far from average. Whenever a futanari does the same, she sends approximately 1 billion sperm cells to.