That same earthy a****l smell. I heard his heavy hoofs as they led him forward. It was the same bull that had bred with me before. I could hear him sn...rting, sniffing the air in the barn. Did he smell me? They led this huge b**st closer. I could feel his hot breath on my butt. He was breathing in my scent. They didn't have to spray anything extra on me. I was in heat. On his own he lowered his huge head down closer to the source of the smell. I felt his hot breath on my lips and then he stuck. We?d have to find a time when both us females are ovulating at the same time or at least fertile have you thought of that?? Yes Carol, ?Jack answered, ? though you cycles aren?t the same your sister in law?s on the pill so if she continues taking them after one set finishes she can regulate her fertile time to synchronize with yours.Jack said, ?When you?re feeling horny Carol you?d let any man who brings you to orgasm impregnate you. That?s silly in reality, this way everybody can have full. Once I closed the curtain, I poured myself a large glass of wine and let the excitement flood through my body, igniting my lust.It had BEGUN!Amanda writes:Shit! She's gone. Now I have to wait until tomorrow.My whole evening is a jumble of nervous soul searching and guilty pleasure. She saw me. She looked at me. She smiled. She had her own binoculars!Shit! My curtains are all closed, of course, because anyone opposite could see in. But I want her to see me, to notice me. She smiled.My hand. ’ You continue to suck the mush off your digits. ‘You want some?’ My back chills and I don’t know how to answer you. I want some. I want some and even more! You extend your hand to give me a sampling of the confection on your fingers. Then, again, you re-dip your claws into the jar and like a clay artist you begin sculpturing a new art piece: You paint my maleness with your sticky fingers, applying it thick and heavy, leaving my dong looking ever so ghostly white and pale. When you have.