But then she had another thought: Could the donkey get his rocks off, without the customary, sliding friction?And if he couldn't--she gulped in panic-...-how would they uncouple? She had a terrible idea that she might be stuck on the donkey's cock for hours! That she might still be impaled on his cock when her daughter returned!Valerie began to thrash wildly, dismayed by the possibility. She clamped her smooth thighs around his colossal cock, holding him tightly, as she tried to jam her cunt hole. She'd always had a problem with Patty. Patty was her father's pride and joy — his little princess — and he spoiled her rotten. He denied Patty nothing and let her do whatever she wanted so it was left up to her as the mom to try and bring some discipline into Patty's life. Patty did not like it one bit and from the age of thirteen on she had resented her mom and constantly butted heads with her.She had always known that Patty was headstrong, but She had never known that Patty was a rotten. “As for your husband, I think he knows, so they can send me my own copy if they like. Their timing couldn’t really have been worse given all we’ve spoken about over the last week. I think we can agree that they’ve picked on the wrong person.” She smiled and nodded.“I’m curious who they are and why pick on you out of a hall of willing slappers? I bet a whole bunch of them did stuff their old man wouldn’t have approved of and possibly a whole lot worse. Of course, you had to be the best one. “Miss Bergendorf, I do believe you have not been properly introduced to Mr. Johnson, my faithful companion. When she took possession of my rising member, she giggled and knelt to give him personal attention and a very warm welcome.Daphne was definitely a morning person. Being that I was a crack of ten sort of fellow myself, and that fact that it was just about ten, we were in perfect synch. She was also flushed with arousal, intently staring at Mr. Johnson like a lion looks at a wounded.