The pleasure seeking continued, one after another of the nanny goats got her turn. It seemed that having goat balls was the right thing for this guy.
As dawn broke and a red sky warned a sailor to take warning, one tired man crawled to stand for a moment on all fours. His night had turned wild, bestial in desire, and of what he could remember of the experience; it made him smile.
His many conquests had his shaft aching, being red and chafed from so many coarse feeling, and leathery girlfriends, his shaft ached and burned.
His first thought was to walk toward home, but that burning sensation on his maleness seemed more a warning of a possible disease.
A quick look for some water to wash his tool of caked essence of nanny goat perfume seemed the most urgent necessity.
The sight of a distant windmill churning and sucking from the earth its cool and fresh water for the goats was his choice as a needed place to bathe.
As he trudged down the rolling hill to where the windmill was doing its thing, he took note that all of the herd of nanny goats got up, and began to follow there leader.
He thought this was rather funny!
When he dropped his pants by the water filled tub, and then peeled down his jockey shorts; the leaning forward to rinse and dip his aching shaft met with a surprise.