Now the lifeless stick was just oozing the sticky milk out still thirsty I cupped my hand under it getting all of it waiting till it stop giving then took it up to my mouth and drank it all down licking my hands cleans not wanting to miss a single bit.

I got off my knees and thanked the buffalo and walked off looking for my parents. Walking in the direction my parents were going I drifted my hungry was taking me to the jungle.

It was dark and scary but I was to hungry to care and with that I proceeded and to my surprise I found a group of monkeys. I screamed in excitement as there my favourite animal and they had food.

As I walked forward to them one took notice of me and walked towards me. I noticed a white stripe on it’s head, it was the same monkey as before and it seemed to recognise me as well. It offered a banana, which I took and ate as quick as possible.

I looked up and thank the monkey and said that I wish I could do something for it. It stood up and pointed in between it’s legs to something that growing. It was just like the buffalos but pink, shiny and smaller. I wondered what it wanted and when I looked up it was gone then suddenly it jumped on my back.

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  Wanda stretched out on the floor bed like a she lion naked next to her sleeping brother Alex. Her mane of rust colored hair haloed about her pillow now, that went down to her buttocks when standing, falling in gentle curls, and waves, glimmered in the morning sun light coming in from her brother’s bedroom window. She noted with satisfaction how her nipples capped her taunt breasts like pop bottle caps, poking erect as she stretched lanquidly. At thirteen going on a year before her next birthday Wanda was glad to at last be rid of her inhibiting hymen. A wry smile crossing over her cum flaked lips as she looked down at the wilted prick of her brother flopped over his left thigh in sleep. She felt like such a cheap slut after seducing Alex into taking her virginity, but he had been more than her willing first sex partner in this, and she bent over letting her full heavy breasts carress his right thigh as she gave his cock one last unsisterly kiss before getting up out of his bed to sneak back to her own bedroom before their parents woke up. She found her purple see thru teddy, and matching thong panties puddled on the floor next to the bed, and put them on before quietly heading out the door.
Since it was a Saturday morning Wanda wasn’t too worried about her parents being up this early, but she didn’t take any chances either, and tip toed around Sparky, the family’s pet Rottwieler, spread out on the floor in front of their bedroom just the same. She got about two steps past their door before she heard the deep throaty moan come from the other side of the door, and stopped. That moan could only have come from her mother, and she only made that sound when having sex with Wanda’s father.

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      The difference between a fairy tail, and a sea story is that one starts out with “Once upon a time…” and the other starts out with, “Now this ain’t no bullshit… The story I’m about to tell you is true, and as close in detail as I can remember it. It has been a very long time since I too went in search of the imfamous Donkey Show in Tiajuana, Mexico, or crossed the border, to watch a Jackass, mule, burro, donkey, pony put it to some fucked up/sleazy, down on her luck/dirty/poor/low life/worn out/wretch of a puta/whore/slut/stretched out cum guzzling woman, as the rumor at that time went. Of course like every sailor who crosses the border from San Diego, California down into Tiajuana, Mexico, I was at first just interested in dipping my own wick in some of that young slick ready, south of the border pussy to care too much about some old over the hill scum hag putting out for animals in front of a crowd now that her cunt was so worn out from human cock that it took me several weekends before I even tried looking. But once started I was diligent to the utmost.

Don’t let the fact that just because it was Mexico, and a border town at that, that the city of Tiajuana, Mexico is small, by any means. It’s huge in land area, if not piled high with tall skyscrapers, and is one hell of a stretch of the legs to walk around in, and not in the most scenic, or fragrant of atmosphere’s either, as other than those places that bow to the tourist, and sailor trade, the areas around town for the most part are three times worse than any slum here in America because of the transits waiting to sneak across our border anyway they can to find jobs and a good home over here.

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