I do recall some stories of people fucking animals in farms when I was a teenager, but I wasn’t sure if I ever was into it. Perhaps most people would’ve stopped after their dogs licked their private parts. xxx “Well, that’ll be easy to hide,” I whispered in jest as I touched the new bruises with my fingers. I laid there as I was, then covered my face with my underwear, smelled it and licked it as I masturbated to what had just happened. After Baxter went to finish his dinner, I tried to recompose myself. “Baxter, no, st-AHH!” She said right before Baxter tied her legs and tripped her – luckily – towards my arms. Baxter’s nose and breath felt somewhat cold to the touch. What’s with it?”
“Well.” At that time I was sure I heard either him or Terry mentioning, and I quote,
