Having his last bite of the crunchy sweet, he reclined in his cushioned couch chair and allowed his head to wander through the events of the day and plans for tomorrow. In his particularly bored moments, he would allow his mind to wander to more wanton desires. He could feel the urge build up in his groin every time he thought of a slightly glanced mare at work, or a cute filly he had seen by the market. Every time though, after maneuvering through every fetish, every scenario in the maze of his desires, it would come back to the voluptuous baker. She kept him up at night, her wonderful smile and her massive, round, cushiony ass. His thoughts would consist of squeezing, licking, kissing, and burying his self in the two spectacular buns of flesh. The thoughts of such would blow his load like nothing else. For the last hour or so, his thoughts were only about her.