Katelyn straddled me and placed her pussy right on top of the shaft of my cock, rubbing herself back and forth.“Put me in,” I instructed. Katelyn ...lipped the head of my cock back into her pussy and then settled down on to me. She rocked back and forth, her hands planted on my chest.“Work it,” Shy cheered from beside us. “Work it hard!”Katelyn lowered her head. Her arms stiffened, and they began to tremble.“Oh-my-Gawd!” Katelyn declared, gasping for breaths. “Oh shoot!”She flooded my lap, as her. I also knew that this wouldn’t be the first goat that had crossed my grandmother and gone on to become a tasty meal.“Let me try to get him free,” I suggested.Over the next several minutes, I tried to figure out how to get him free. I had no idea how he’d jammed his head through the gate. I finally had to go get some tools and take the gate apart. The whole time, the goat was crying, and Duke was agitated. I swear that my hound had the biggest heart. He worried about everything.Once I finally. The similarity between the cows and the soldiers struck me as amusing and I had to smile despite my sense of alarm at not being in my own bed.One of the creatures must have had a bell around its neck because I could hear it tinkling like some signal far off in the distance.I was fully dressed in a strange uniform with the exception of my boots and I spied them on the ground right under my long rifle with the bayonet still attached right on top of it.There was no doubt in my mind that this was. My father was agitated by everything going on around him. Again, he started speaking to my mother in Hungarian. I understood enough of it to know that he wanted to know what was going on in his house, and he wanted to know it right then. His tone of voice said that he wasn't going to be shunted aside anymore. He and my mother retired to their bedroom to talk things over in private. In a couple of minutes, both of them were yelling at each other in Hungarian. Shortly after that, my father came.