I like horses, whatever their race be. Animals are noble and very close to man. Who does not remember the man called horse, and the other horses whispered.
The bitch, taken with a horse, Incitatus, Emperor's horse, that Caligula wanted Senator is here, complete with toga, because, as he said the star, among many donkeys could well stay there a horse. I also remember Bertoldo, who named his horse a donkey, so to give themselves a voice output from the inns, but the story of the sister of that friend, that is, knowing, I mean, I will have seen it twice, however, history quell'intellettuale's sister-called ... oh, a sad story, fatal.
was the sister of a writer or a lover literature that landed his almanac of a forum for dealing with horse racing, for which he wrote book reviews, articles, comments on this, that or thoroughbred mare that was.
The girl, in her early twenties, named Anna, but called the Nina, on the contrary, Ni. She
I saw a couple of times. She was beautiful, had never seen a light in his eyes, disturbing.
attending the halls racing racecourses, first with his brother and then alone, he began to feed a very intense passion for horses. A passion that grew to become excessive, and that was fatal. Here,
now I want to tell in great detail, featuring the right environment, the personalities stand out
and circumstances, the how, the why, the when, the where.
I will change my paragraph and tell that NI had his horse, Stallionstar, complete with a fence and box, since she lived in a house with an estate large enough to allow the whim.
Nì had chosen well, your pet. He was tall at the shoulder, lean, muscular, powerful. Nì would spend entire days with essesse, as he liked to call the horse it rode, rode, the bulging and then the groom, the handling, spoke to him and kissed him, thanking him for the heady sensations and emotions that gave invaluable.
But what most upset the senses, had the formidable erections of Stallionstar.
I will not mention the personal inclinations, or the effusions of Ni, sex is a matter so private!
what happened one night, as he says, has a thickness tragic, however. He had
summer and the weather was threatening thunderstorms, those that last summer Buriane some little violent and pass.
Ni, preccupata for his beloved friend, taken from a living shaking, covered in a light dressing gown, through the storm, gained entrance to the garage of the essesse. Stallionstar was lively, NI saw him once, unlined rod indescribable. The woman felt faint.
You feel swell, throb. In contact with nature the horse, he felt a wave of pleasure so intense that run along the legs, flooding. Still swelled when the horse put his head between her breasts cantaloupe and decided, he decided that night ..
It turned and went prone in the hind legs of the beast. Out early. When taken with both hands the State of essesse, monstrously swollen and rubbing her sex and wet, it forced itself, lightning annoyed the horse but it was the thunder to make the event. The rumble of thunder frightened the young roan who bucked 'fore paws on rising.
The powerful loins of the animal sank almost to the ground and Ni was pierced on the spot.
found her the next day, in a pool of blood, his stomach ripped open, innards that hung between his thighs, and the horse, with his nose bent like a caress his face, hair, next to her, pouring almost crying.
The autopsy claimed that a vertebra broken by the force of impact had been stuck in my heart, and Ni had died instantly.
The funeral was held in haste and the occurrence silenced. The incident, he said, was an unfortunate fate. Stallionstar was sold to a riding school.
says that, even today, during summer storms, and Hurricane essesse neighing obsessively seem to hear a human voice screaming to the storm, Nìììììììì, Nììììììì.
brother, I have not seen since then, I only have a few little news. It seems to have been seen from time to time, hang out for the environment, the San Siro ...
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