Why would she do that?

With her charachteristic authority and a clear degree of relish in making the two squirm, Aunt Gwen leaned over the counter, pulled out her phone and... "D'aww, there he is~" She shows off a relatively clear photo of a young little Donkey, too young to know any better, streaking across the grass, facing towards but moving at a diagonal to the camera, little arms pumping and a little teeny penis (Hardly smaller than currently, Don realizes with a jolt as the image greets his eyes) clearly erect due to the prescence of onlookers. Jill, despite her clear reservations, bites her lip and shivers a little as Gwen turns back to Don. "So cute back then~ Although, he is all grown up now, in more ways than one~" She waggles her eyebrows suggestively at Don, then Jill who, like before, has to be the one to put her foot down, the two women fighting back and forth entirely independent of Don's wishes or aims, an emasculating experience just like having to order specially-small short pants. "Get out of my store."

Gwen swipes the picture away, but appears perfectly willing to stare down the girrafe with good humor. "You mean you wouldn't like to hear about Donnie's third grade swim meet?~" A repressed memory flashes to the front of the poor Donkey's mind, a towel snapping like a whip, a locker room, and a race swum quick enough to... Outrun his swim trunks... The blush quickly brightening from fire-engine to tomato tells Jill all she needs to know, but then again, she won't kick Gwen out over a good story, will she?