As she rode through the crowd, smiling shyly, sweaty hands reached out for her, stoking her legs and feet, pinching her ass.As she rode through the crowd, smiling shyly, sweaty hands reached out for her, stoking her legs and feet, pinching her ass. A man broke from the crowd and shoved his head between her legs, biting at the black fur of her pussy-mound. An attendant beat him away with a riding crop, and the crowds cheering crescendoed. Connie stood there with her mouth open, frozen where she stood. She'd never witnessed anything so obscene in her life. Suddenly she remembered Billy and she panicked. She had to get him out of here. There was no telling what would happen next, no telling what kind of filthy show Matt had dragged them to. This was no thing for a young boy to see. She tried, but couldn't move. The girl unsteadily rose to her feet on the back of the donkey, her tits jiggling slightly, her black little cunt brush glimmering in the light of the bare overhead light bulbs. Her toes curled against the donkey's back as she balanced. She squatted slightly, at the same time pulling apart her pussy lips with her fingers. |