After few weeks, (mean time I have seen her and talked and helped to write letter to her husband, everything was normal to her but abnormal situation ...or me… as my young mind search for a gap to see the lovely parts again…), one Sunday, my parent were left to attend a marriage of my distance relative and asked me take care of Cattles. At noon, I was simply sitting in my garden shed (Good air and lonely place), our Goat male kid was clamping its own mother with his erected cock. This situation. I'm already helping Barlow, and the CO will need the typewriter for his own report shortly."I sat down at the makeshift desk and looked at Sgt. Morris's report. He definitely had a problem and I started it all over while he checked what he had written and then checked what I had typed as I finished each page."Damn, Baker. You sure make it look easy. Where did you learn to type like that?" Morris asked after a time."In high school. It came in handy in 05B school and also when I took classes for. ”In a softer voice, I asked, “Are you going to be okay with this?”“I already wrestled with these thoughts long before I asked you and as long as you’re not doing it right in front of me, I’ll be okay. After all, you’ve been telling me all about your college sex life for three years now, and all it did was get me hard.” Grandpa answered.“You’re not just saying that are you?” I inquired.Smiling, he stated, “I will tell you if it bothers me, I promise. But I’m quite sure it won’t because I know. " Andy obligingly reached down and undid his zipper, pushing down the jeans and his boxers. That beautiful cock sprang into view and I almost came again right there. It was about eight inches long and thick. I grabbed a hold of it and, in one swift move, went down on my knees and had it almost all the way down my throat. He grabbed the back of my head, groaning, and held me there as I deep-throated him. I reached up and started playing with his balls while I moaned around his cock. He pulled.