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I hadn't seen Nita since high school. I remembered she always had had a fondness for animals, especially horses. I remembered too how she always wanted to be a vet, but came from a poor family. Well, a it turned it out, she couldn't afford to go to college, but worked in an animal clinic for a vet, and part-time on a farm. She as just as beautfiul now as in high school. She told me a little about her work, especially on the farm. Seems the man she worked for was a horse breeder, shipping horse sperm all over the country, or delivering studs to locals. Always curious, I asked about her work-mainly the mechanics of it. Not like a horse is going to watch a porn flick or read a magazine and jack off or get excited by seeing some mare in a field. Turns out you stimulate the horses by hand or whatever methods you can according to her. "You mean you jack-off horses!" Just kind of kidding her, but there was a gleam in her eye. "Whatever it takes'" was the response. Sometimes it takes that, sometimes more, just depended on her mood. Intrigued, I wanted to know more, but she had to run-late for work. She told me to stop by the farm that night, go down by the stables. She had to get some "samples." Different thoughts were running through my head. Was she going to jack-off a horse. My mind was racing with thoughts of her actually sucking one off or even fucking a horse. I had a few hours before I had to be there. Went home, showered, had something to eat, then went out for a couple of beers before leaving for the farm. Thought about her, what we had talked about. Something seemed to excite her, yet something about her seemed almost submissive. Finishing my last drink, I paid the bartender and headed to my car.