Then she pointed out her pee hole. (An opening that I learned had naughty surprises in store as mentioned previously.) I had to look closely to see th...at tiny bit of puckered tissue. I'll be damned; it was as cute as the rest of her genitalia. SO, that's where girls pee from? Hmm, cool!Tina concluded the tour of her genitals with her clit and a beautifully arousing demonstration (for both of us) of how she masturbates that all-important part of her anatomy.She told me to watch the pink, hooded. This morning we stayed together and took the horses galloping for about an hour. It was a bit riskier that way, but I wanted to get some distance between us and that town. We slowed down and Tina went back out in front. Kathy went behind and Boland was my traveling companion.“I didn’t see the children that I gave to you when I was at the inn,” I said as we rode.“Not to worry; they are still with us. Kathy would sooner lose me before them. It does no good for them to only work all the time. So. The boar was in no hurry as he unloaded the potential new life into this tiny sow. Her soft fur-less body stimulated him and he wanted nothing more than to stay attached to her for as long as he could.For her part Jenny was finding some pleasure in the spreading warmth of the boars semen. The diminishing spurts seemed to go on for ever and it wasn't until the boar detached the end of his shaft from the girls cervix with the resultant stinging pain that Jennie was jolted back to the reality of. I pride myself on being able to confront prejudice and purposefully take no notice of it. Whether the person I’m talking to is hampered by age, height, overt sexuality, race, religion, whatever. The more outrageous, the more I’m able to simply ignore it. The vast, vast majority of people can’t do that. And you cannot believe what an asset it is. A new client who’s a flaming homosexual transvestite? I treat him exactly the same way I would one of the Rockefellers. I simply look PAST it. As if it.