Cheyennepoked her head through the door. ?You gonna get up?? There was another muteprotest, a little more adamant this time. ?Whatever.? Cheyenne went...back outand headed toward the kitchen. That coffee he mentioned sounded good and shewould probably need to get Gabrielle started anyway. The house sure did seemchilly. Cheyenne looked at the thermostat on the way and noticed that it read67 degrees. She thought about turning it up, but she was only a guest hereand the control panel on it looked. Four years was a very long time.George fumbled out of the bed, and sidled along into the seating area of the modified drawing room he called his bedroom. They had modified the bathroom so that it opened toward the hallway of the car, rather than to the side of the drawing room, which allowed them to place a full-sized bed to the side of the room, and also made the bathroom accessible to guests. This provided the room with the original sofa seat that was where the main two beds came from.One of. Billy is the breeder, a large, one-and-fifty pound goat that only thinks about eating, sleep and sex. He can be mean to, luckily though he likes me, so isn’t as mean.Out by the troughs, my legs surrounded by goats, I finish up and turn to head back around the barn and out the gate. That’s when I feel something big and heavy slam into my back knocking me down and onto my hands and knees. I’m quick to realize it’s Billy and know he’s mounting me for his own little fuck.I panic and squirm than. It didn't take long before she pushed back on his cock and began mumbling in Spanish and covering his black cock with her juices. Next a slightly taller Hispanic man. Thin as a breathe and boney. Malcolm opened his cheeks and entered him cleanly. Both men moaned as Malcolm went to work. The festivities had all of us slowly stroking ourselves except Sean and Matt who were stroking each other. Ben pulled me up on his lap. He entered me so we both could watch Malcolm at work. I bounced on.