Posted by aventar on 3/10/2002, 6:42 pm `. once more the muzzle was thrust outwards, fondly caressing the red mares neck. soft nip was given to each foal once they were within reach, a fatherly nip. tufted lobes swilved constantly, lucid spheres wandering briefly; he would allow no harm to come to the truo, or any of the others in his harem for that matter. rest, 'loves. you have had quite a long journey.
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