Joan was in such a mental rush right now..... But yet, something was missing? This amazing day lacked one thing, sex!
"I need it...", Mumbling in a frantic tone, Joan was hungry for pleasure. The clock on the wall told her it was 10:00 pm. Now standing up, the woman approached her painting room door. Grabbing it with her still human hands, it offered little resistance as she quietly pushed it open . The cows had fucked hours ago, and Joan watched with glee. She had been holding out for an orgasm. "Masturbating would be so boring though", She thought this while stumbling into the darkness of the cabins interior. Now leaning against the wall, the 42-year-old goat woman clopped into the darkness with only the wall guiding her. What room is closest? That was the main question right now. It didn't matter who it was, all that mattered was if they're warm and fuckable. Which the whole Miller family was up to this point. Licking her lips, she rounded a corner.
"Maybe I'm selfish..... No I just want my family to be happy like me.", Joan reasoned this with herself. Part of her was still fighting this behavior. She was a nurse! How many lives has she seen pass away in the hospital? If that job taught her anything it was to cherish every minute of it. Because you never know when it will be your last........... Images of Henry pounding into Jess clouded her mind. This cabin lust was just too much for Joan, or anyone! The more you give in the more you turn into an animal. Being an animal, and losing those human restraints felt so erotic. Her thought process went from a serious topic to thinking about being a horny goat.
"Got to... Last a little longer", She was almost ready to give in, and lose herself right there in that dark hallway. It was crazy how no matter what she thought about, that lust would always prevail. Blindly walking forward, she found the door she was looking for. Not understanding why, she could smell a faint smell. It had the aroma of herself, not the two cows. It was the room of James Miller.