The people in the other houses around the lake. The people in Wakefield and Reading and Stoneham. The people in Boston and Augusta. Pretty much all th... people in New England were strong enough to feel individually. Further than that and it was just a sea of emotion, which thankfully managed to cancel itself out as a blanket of emotional white noise.At first it was an on or off proposition, a little like what I'd gone through as a toddler when the gifts began manifesting themselves. By the time. Once he penetratedme and began to fuck me hard I don't think he cared that I didn't look like his ladies.He was a bit bigger than the other goat and I was enjoying the fuck. "Damn this isgreat. I could only fantasize about this before but here I am on a farm getting fuckedto my hearts content". When I felt the goat emptying his cum inside me I came again.The goat finished and I got up, dressed, and walked back to the house. Again Cindy wason the porch. "Just got fucked by 2 goats". I went. He was cumming. So was Lisa. It had been a long time, almost three months now, since his last fuck. A long time since he had slipped his cock inside a warm, wet, inviting vagina but that one had not been as satisfying as Lisa’s vagina. When he had finally pumped the last droplets of his cum inside her he slipped out of her and bent down to free her ankles. He glanced up and saw their mingled juices running down the inside of her thighs. He also saw the state of her bottom; large red welts were. A nice oldergentleman opened the door to the gas station for me. I smiled and gavehim a short curtsy, saying thank you as I passed. "You're welcome," hesaid and continued on his way. There were a few folks in front of me, soI waited in line till it was my turn. A few guys looked at me andlaughed, and others just smiled. Some of the girls however gave me theevil eye, which I thought was weird. After all, I was clearly a guy inheels and a dress, so if their "man" was interested in me, they.