Are you touching yourself?’ Taylor with the g-string still over his nose was stroking his hard dick with almost feverish abandon. His reply came in ...hort bursts, ‘Yes…I’m stroking my…penis.’ ‘Don’t say penis baby, say prick…say dick. Is it big baby, tell me how big it is?’ ‘It is huge…filled with blood, I’ve never seen it this big.’ ‘Fuck, rub it for me baby, rub that hard dick. Imagine your dick between my legs, imagine you filling me with your hard prick, my wet pussy engulfing every inch of. "Paul handed the clipboard and pen to his co-worker. "Honest, I've never beenattracted to men." He nearly added "either", but he was pretty sure thatwould have brought more questions than he was ready to answer.Dave chuckled as he signed out. "Okay, I know better to poke my nose whereit ain't wanted." He handed back the board and pen before tipping his hat toPaul. "Be careful and have a good night."Paul waved as he took the seat Dave had just vacated and pulled out thelogbook to check on what. She was desperate to get fucked by her first burro.But she wasn't quite sure how.Harold, however, had already given that some thought.He had measured the height of the donkey's loins and had hammered together a low platform, which he now produced. As soon as Helen saw it, she thought it was just the thing. She got on the surface and Harold led the donkey into position. This was just like old times for the donkey, who had been a star performer across the Rio Grande. He stood, stiff-legged, over. Its back and belly seemed to be a blend of blacks, browns and reds with the rear end and tail an intense, shiny black. The hens were much drabber in appearance, their colors muted and their tail feathers much shorter, but they tended to adhere roughly to the basic color scheme of the proud rooster who reared his head back and crowed raucously. For chickens, they were perfect specimens of a healthy breed, and to Morales who wanted eggs to go with his bacon, they were beautiful.In the hope that.