So her dad very kindly, bent forward slightly, clasped his hands for me to put my foot in, and as I did so straightened up to boost me into the saddle.... I had some idea that you should stop at the highest point, but I was going too fast to accomplish this, and went straight over, landing on the far side on the ground. The horse never moved. So you see, I did fall off, but I was never on it. Anyway, just down the road from where Rose lived was an enormous donkey sanctuary, and that was where she. I was excited as I washed my body, then carefully did up my honey-blonde hair into an elaborately-piled mass of curls. I dressed in white stockings, a garter belt, and nothing else. Jonathon wore a black suit with no tie, he hated them. We drove to our church where the ceremony would be held. I was shivering in anticipation. At the church, I put on my accessories. A dog collar with a nametag that read: Monica, slave-wife to Jonathon forever. Then I shoved a butt plug up my ass. Attached to it. There was something else there at work between us; something deep; something that disregarded our individual chronological ages; something---primal, and basic; something deeply, and undeniably, human---which had nothing to do with race.Though neither of us used the word 'sex', or 'fucking', the fact that we were both thinking them was clearly evident. Yet I didn't do anything about it. I hesitated. Later on I regretted not acting more openly towards her.Eventually, however, Megan and I did. Aur husb bahut he achhe vo mujhe kisi tarah ki kami nahi hone dete .ye baat hai mere aur mere devar ki vo mujhe bahutkhush rakhta tha hamesha mera khyal rakhta kyonki meuski ekloti bhabhi thi.vo meri bahut izzat karta tha magar shaadi ke 1 saal baad mere devar me kuchh badlaav aya shayad vi mujh pyar karne laga tha aur uske behaviour me kbadlaav aane laga ab vo mujhe gandi najroSe dekhne laga tha magar me use ignor karti rahi kyonki wo bhi ek jawan mard hai to esa jawani me ho jata hai ab uski.