Hank and Billy had to travel frequently in connection with the oil business and the girls continued to see a lot of each other. They had talked about taking lovers to entertain them while their husbands were out of town, but they hadn't gotten around to doing it yet and weren't sure if they ever would. They shopped at Neiman Marcus and spent a lot of money and smiled when men stared at them as they walked down the street, tall and elegant, trim asses swinging. It might be fun to share a bed again, with two strange men – or one man, sharing him in the bed – as they had while they were at school. As long as Hank or Billy never found out about it, what would be the harm?

Well, maybe they would, sometime.

But at the moment, Linda was not thinking of men at all. She was thinking about Hank's intriguing letter and wishing that she had been there to watch that amazing performance. She would have liked to watch it with Veronica, sharing the visual experience as they had shared so many things. What on earth had it looked like? How could a girl take a donkey's cock up her cunt without splitting wide open? What, for that matter, did it feel like for the girl?

Linda had never thought about bestiality before. Now she found herself fascinated. And the most exciting part of it was that Hank had claimed the girl did not fuck donkeys for money, that she did it for the pleasure of it – and that having a group of men watch her fuck was simply a way of increasing that pleasure. What a depraved girl she must be! Linda had to admire a girl who was that wicked.

She was eager to show Hank's letter to Veronica.