Jenifer felt such a warmth in her body, as if what she had done with the pony stallion sealed between them a permanent bonding.
Mr. Morrison is speechless when Jennifer comes from her shower, she took over an hour in a cloud of steam to clean her skin of the dried globs and smears of pony semen and other rank juices.
"No excuse Pop, it just seemed so perfect and righteous, like what you told me of when you were in the Army, and women were thought of just as objects made for having sex; so I felt that pony wanted the same of me!" Jennifer said, she doing her utmost to quell and angered father, while informing him it might happen again, sometime.
Everything turned quiet, yet in her mind she thought of her showering, and the sticky way the pony semen clung like bubble-gum caught up in hair. Remembering the exceptional feel of shooting the hot water up into her vaginal regions. The sensation not unlike the hot seed Jared pumped into her, he being long since in love with her, but then getting his chance while she feeling a need, and he in the throngs of rut as known well to a stallion.