Well, I
WAS a virgin.
Until one night.
The moon glowed a hazel glow.
Our eyes met.
She blushed.
I walked towards her. As I drew near, I could plainly see that this was a fine woman, not the type you meet every day.
I patted her firm, toned rump. I took her by the backside and started doing what came naturally.
She was a very beautiful goat, too. Her name was Mildred.
She kicked me in the crotch so many times that I'll never be able to properly urinate again. That's love, true love.
Then there were children, and I knew it was time to move on to greener pastures.
Because THAT is where horses graze. And horses are fine sex makers.
.......
For anyone dumb enough to have believed that story, then here is the truth:
I AM STILL A VIRGIN.
Thank you.
