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When the Genie had gone and you were again sitting in what was your own home, there is then time to set back and think, consider, and ponder all that had happened to you.

Although your house was a complete mess, your one thought in to settle into a favored chair and try to relax.

Jackass curse, and jackass periods, and jackass thrills with sensations so rude, crude, and brutal pleasures with brute beasts, all this and more work around in you addled brain.

It comes from a simple scratching of a personal itch the has you jumping from out the chair, scrambling to unfasten your belt, drop your pants, and the gawk at what you should have and felt it seemed odd.

Grumbling, what you stand there and can see is set filling your own groin. The Genie was real enough, and left you with the complete gentile package of a mature Donkey Jackass.

The itching of it caused the thing to become aroused, swelling it pushed harshly a captivating underwear, tenting your pants, and making you look and feel quite uncomfortable.

Freed from the captive small space it had when ticked into jockey shorts and your dress slack pants, the donkey size organ goes about its normal pattern of an aroused erection.

You know all too well the wild sensations from what you had while being a total Jackass. Right then, the sensations bring back harsh memories of boiling excited times when one would rise up and mount a female. The memories remain so very vivid, it disturbs you, but actuates the arousal process, urging it to extend, stiffen, and begin to ooze.

Passionate desire fills your mind with lust of and a want for to be buried sheath deep inside some lurid needy female equine.

Your breathing becomes quickly rapid, hefty droughts of air dragged into your lungs begins more than just an aroused erection.

As if the curse became actuated by your mental pangs for things sexual and wanting to rut and or breed as would a Jackass animal, all seems to be occurring again.

Soon enough a nonhuman and crude black colored post protrudes out into the air all stiff, and ugly with a non-circumcised head, but something flat ended, mushroomed huge, totally unable to fit inside a human female, it must go better into the wide lips of some equine vulva.

That terse feeling is returning, ears and soft tissue portions of your body respond quickly, changing your demeanor to that of some half human donkey Jackass looking fool!


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