Wistful

 

Despite having three beautiful girls himself, Jack was feeling wistful this morning. The objects of his desire were my friend Nathalie's ponies who have just arrived for a holiday. Jack took one look at their voluptuous bottoms and fell in love.

While his own women formed an orderly queue...

he was making amourous advances over the fence...

...but he wasn't the only one hoping for their attention and Theoden was shinging like a gold medal.

Eventually there was a stand-off and everyone kept a respectful distance...

and the peaceful donkeys attended to the weeding.