"Are you shittin' me?" gasped the startled youngster."Hell, no," her brother replied. "They're fun to fuck. I still fuck a goat once in a while when n... one is around." Are you suggesting that I let a goddamn smelly goat fuck me?" Why not," he asked. "They have nice, hard cocks, and that's all fucking takes." I think you're bullshittin me," complained Marci, brushing her long blonde hair back from her face. "Have you really fucked a goat?" Yes, Marci," he answered, looking the youngster straight. I walked a few more rows down, no car. ‘No way,’ I said. ‘No f’ing way!’ My pulse raced. My heart beat fast in my chest. ‘Butt fuck! Someone stole my car!’ I stood there for a while then I heard this beep and remembered I was standing in the middle of the road. I stepped to the side. Now what? My shoulders slumped. It was over. My quest to rid the world of evil doers. One had stolen my car, my grapes, my bananas, apples, crackers and cheese in a can. Not to mention my money. I was glad I gave. Then I started shooting my load. It ran down over my cock and hand and shot all over my stomach. She never moved until I was completely spent and then she slipped out of view and back downstairs.I cleaned up the mess and put some fairly tight shorts on that showed everything through the thin material. They molded to my cock and balls leaving nothing to the imagination. I went downstairs and into the kitchen where she was working. I walked up beside her and got a glass out of the cabinet. She. Her long black hair was bound at the back of her neck with a white band and then dropped in long ropy curls down her back. A pair of open-toed shoes with a medium-sized heel completed today's outfit. She was much more sensibly dressed for today's heat than most of the business people scattered around the cafe – including me.Her arms were bare from the shoulders down, apart from the delicate watch around her left wrist and the fine bracelet she wears on her right wrist. Sometimes she's worn hose.