Walking into my study with thoughts as to questioning the spirit oracle what controlled the spectacles views, I saw them there lying on my desk. Taking then a seat in my high-back judge's style swivel chair, I reached for the spectacles as I peered out the window to see she who was a dear and loving wife then enjoying the conquest of being a randy buck goat. Changed of species and of gender, by darling wife accepted as much felt enthralled by becoming both male and in the form of a large breed of male goat.
Just watching watching her being as a randy sex loving male animal bothered me in many ways, the least of which had anything to do with religious futures. I sat there and watched with a sense of personal arousal building, seeing as she my stud buck wife stood sheath deep in one of the doe goats I kept as pets for their excellent tasting milk.
Seeing when the buck of a wife stood and shuddered from head to pelvis I knew she had blow her load of semen into the doe. It was with that I almost milked my underwear, as turned back my fuller attention to asking the Oracle if I had any choices left to regain my lost family. My one thought as hope was by the use of the spectacles, as able to see into history or toward future events, if I could walk back to where before the wife and daughter became involved, there might be a chance.
As I picked up the spectacles from off the desk blotter, I held each of the two bows in one hand and carefully lifted the spectacle up as slid it in place across the bridge of my Dutch nose.