‘Jeez, you really are prudish,’ Anna chided me. ‘Come on, off with the bottom too. You don’t want your hubby just staring at my bush do you?,...�� she said as she stroked her fur patch teasingly. ‘Besides,’ she continued ‘there’s nobody around and what’s the big deal anyway? If a man sees our naked bodies we are just going to make his day and if a woman sees us we’ll only make her jealous. Come on, take them off!’ It was no use resisting, so I pulled my bottom off too. ‘Now lay down,’ she. Some people reading this will recognize me from a couple onlinedating sites. I started going to those after I enrolled in college inFall 2003. While, due to a "small" weight problem, I couldn't getanybody to travel, even within town, to see me. To make a long storyshort, on May 7th, 2004, I met a guy online that I spoke to for about 2hours. We discussed various things, which led to him agreeing to comesee me the next day. On May 8th, 2004 I officially went from being bi-curious to bi-sexual. I. I didn’t care where, just as there was a cock thrusting away inside me, spurting cum, knotting me.Even the pain as each dog banged furiously away was dulled by whatever was in the liquid that I drank.My memory of the events leading up to final blood moon is blurred. I know at each one I mated with a goat. As soon as I felt his cock in me, he came, pulled out and left me wanting more.More dogs were at hand and this was repeated with more mumbo jumbo from all the priests.I know if it hadn’t been. I grabbed my black fringed motorcycle jacket, gloves, goggles, and a shorty helmet, (Massachusetts is one of the states still forcing bikers to not ride free), and headed for the barn, a very unique building of my own design. From the outside, it appears to be your typical average barn: slightly weather worn wood siding, painted red, small cupola with a weathervane on the roof, a hayloft, and large doors swinging to the sides to open. But all of that is just a facade. The building itself is.