One day, my dream came true, visiting my grandparents, watching the goats and donkeys in their corral…I was in my skimpy little housedress. I was o...tside and watching the animals which were fucking and making animal noises…noises not unlike Dad and Mom’s!I watched nature in its sexual exuberance in the corral…saw the animals’ cocks out fucking their mates and afterward their limp cocks hanging, pulsing and cum dripping. It was nature and I coaxed a goat over to where I was leaning at the. "Please be careful, you are inside me." Gently and tenderly, I explored this epitome of femininity. Not understanding much about female anatomy, I simply moved my fingers around, probing and, getting acquainted with this new and wonderful mystery. Her panties were offering significant limitations to my explorations, so I reached up to the waistband, tugging them downward. Cathy stiffened, grabbing my hands pushing them away. "You promised you would stop!" she said firmly. "I just want to. All that Carmen had been wearing under her dress, apart from her perfume, was a flimsy white G string with double straps at the sides, which accentuated her suntan and which showed as not much more than two white strings around her waist, the rest of the G string lost between the twin orbs of her magnificent arse.Ron was watching Zena’s reaction. Zena, supercool, merely took another sip of her drink and with a tremor in her voice which betrayed her outer calm, said, “Your suntanned arse really. A barter system might prove beneficial in the future, but for now, it had to remain pay for play. Colleen was almost as good with her fingers as she was with her tongue. There were several times that the petite, strawberry-blonde shop owner had made Linda cum as hard as Mike’s cock had ever done. Aaron was a great lay, but her husband had more endurance. Were it possible to combine Mike / Colleen and Aaron into one lover, Linda doubted that she would ever have strayed. Then again, she would be.