His arm was not his arm but his foreleg!His fingers were gone and now he sported a set of tan colored cloven hoofs.Turning quickly, he worked his left...arm free the sleeve to finding similar changes there. As he looked down the length of his naked chest he groaned an agonized moan seeing a chest of his human self but from the waist down he was decidedly a male goat.Grumbling some at his time to choose and not able to give a direct answer, what became then as the choice, made for him to smile, he. My music turned ... harsh ... at that point. That’s when I wrote ‘Typical Boy.’ I didn’t understand that I was the problem. I thought all guys were assholes.”“Well, guys are assholes,” I said.“Some are,” Liz agreed. “I ... I guess I can blame this on my ego again. The truth is, I felt like I was a teenager again. I felt that I was ... unwanted. So I decided I would make guys want me. I went out with 60 guys over the course of about 18 months. It went back to my earlier days. I would date them. Towards the end of the maze there was a guy lay face down on a work bench, with his arse ready to be pounded by anybody who wanted to fuck it. I watched as two guys took turns ducking this guys hole. It was such a turn on watching this happen right in front of me. These guys didn't give a fuck about safe sex and were barebacking him. Whilst watching this more guys came along in the end I saw five different guys destroy this blokes arsehole, each one dropping their loads up his arse. He had no. The air hissed into her mouth as she took the breath. Still, she did not reply. I grinned at her and Cyra turned her head to avert my stare.“As you wish, whore,” I snarled and walked her into the kitchen. I shoved her ass against the small counter top of the sink. A wine glass and an open bottle of wine on the counter shook from the force of Cyra’s body crashing against the edge of the counter.I released her wrists, spun her around and kneaded her firm ass cheeks. Cyra moaned, parted her legs.