Todd's father walked in circles waiting for the truck from the Animal Control Department. Occasionally he glances at his garage as the sounds from the goats as they snorted and huffed and puffed.
Finally he needed a looksee and stepped over to the garage's only window. Cupping his hands on the glass he peered in to see the two goats engroused in sex. "Dumb goats they fuck day and night," thought ole' Daddy.
Todd was so richly enjoying his new cock when he glanced a look at the garage window. Fear suddenly took hold in his heart and mind. Turning he yanked his very stiff cock out of Ann so hard she screamed a 'Baaaing Bleat.'
Todd's father left the viewing window and turned to walk out on the lawn. Picking up his cel phone he called again to Animal Control. "Hello, yea this is me with the goats! How soon, Oh can't they hurry up my wife will be home soon and we are not allowed to park in the street, well as soon as you can then, thanks!"
"Hey Bob, called the neighbor as he walked over. I see you walking the lawn, did you lock yourself out of the house?"
"No, Jon I didn't! Got a couple of unexpexted guest locked in the garage while I wait for Animal Control to come over, said Todd's father."
"Wow Bob, goats, starting a farm?"
"No stupid, they waltzed in their through the side door and I found them when I came home, said Bob."
"Pew what do I smell, said Jon as he sniffed in Bob's direction?"
"I don't know as Todd's father waved his hands in the air!"
Sniff, sniff, "Your hands Bob they smell ahh, rather musky, did you pet the goats, asked Jon?"
"No I must have got that yellow stuff on them from the...."
"Yellow, cloby, sticky, and smells sweet, right? Hey Bob that's goat semen and it can be donwright poison to humans, said Jon. I suggest you wash it off before you feel any signs of illness!"
Todd's father's face turned red as he remembered licking the stuff off his palms when he first found it in the bathroom. "Bad stuff, How do you know of that stuff, asked Bob."
"Oh I was raised by my uncle and he had a farm out south of town. Heck he had horses, cow, goats and every stray dog that wandered over. Say let me see these goats for myself! HEY BOB ! Their P.I.A. goats, I can tell by their white markings, see!"
"Yea I see but what is P.I.A. goats?"
"Goats from the Reformation Department of that damn Pleasure Island Amusement park, they might have been human before. Here just look at the oversized heads, that shows a lot more brain than any dumb goat!"
Bob looked in and again smelled his hands.