The next day (and different point of view)...
"Oh daddy! The new livestock is here!" Emily exclaimed as she dashed from the small kitchen to where the livestock trailer was unloading.
Her father, Dave, looked up from his newspaper. Emily glanced back at him as she went out the door and he again noticed how much of her womanly beauty she inherited from her mother. With her curly blong hair bouncing over her shoulders, her perfect face with brown eyes and pert nose and her shapely body, she had all the boys in her school drooling after her. However, she seemed to have no interest in them, and instead stayed home and enjoyed working the farm. Dave smiled as he remembered how as a child she single handedly raised a calf after its mother had died.
Emily slowed to a walk as she approached the truck. One of the workmen saw her and she flushed to realize he was obviously checking her out. "So, how ya doing miss?" he drawled as he lead a fine black goat from the trailer.
"Oh, I'm doing good. That's a good looking goat you have there. What farm is it from?" Emily said. She glanced down at the goat once again, and noticed that it was looking at her in a stange manner. For some strange reason, she began to bluch once again. She quickly looked back to the workman.
"Well, I'm not entirely sure there miss. I just deliver them from a holding pen. If you can sign here, I'll be on my way."
Emily approached him and again looked down at the goat. She felt a tingling sensation and immediately felt self-conscience about the way she was walking. She tried control the way her butt swayed when she walked, but new it was hopeless and gave up the attempt. She then signed the manifest.
"Thank you there miss. If you can do me a favor...I'm running behind and need to get back on the road. Can you take this here goat?" He offered her a rope leash as Emily nodded. Giving her on last lustful look-over, he got back in the truck and drove back down the long dirt driveway back to the road.
Emily watched the truck until it turned onto the road. She was going to watch it until it disappeared from view entirely, but an insistant nudging ended that. Emily giggled as the goat nudged her legs and butted against her crotch, but quickly recomposed herself. "Stop that you silly. Come on...lets go see your new home."
The goat seemed to understand her, and for some reason Emily got the feeling that she wasn't leading the goat, but that the goat was leading her.
"OK...here we go, now let me get that rope off you." Emily cooed as she got on her knees to untie the leash from the goat after they got to its pen. After she got it off, she began to pat the goat. The goat responded by playfully nudging her and again trying to push its head into her crotch. She pushed him away, but again felt very flush and tingly. The handsome black goat tried to push her again, and Emily began to forget where she was and got on her hands and knees to playfully fight back.