I walked up to the altar — yes, I was sure that this was what it was — and had a closer look at it. It was an almost perfectly rectangular block o...f stone. Its sides were raw, but the top was smooth and carefully polished. The color of this surface was dark, darker than the original color of the rock from which the stone had been hewn, reddish-brown, irregular, as if blotched — blood, I thought with a shudder, as if the stone had been drenched in it. I touched it with my hand — it was dry, of. Standing in the doorway was a mum and daughter, The mother late 30’s maybe, dressed in lycra leggings and sweat top hiding potentially nice large tits, not too heavy, attractive face. Peek hole high heels, nails all finished in the same shade of purple. Hair brushed away from the face. The teenage daughter a lighter shade of black to her mother was dressed in shorts and top with oversized gym shoes, short hair was standing behind her The mother produced a piece of paper from her shoulder bag. He struck the same spot again and again with firm stinging swats. I briefly thought of the delivery person, walking past our bedroom, and up the long walk to the front door. SMACK. I breathed in sharply as another shocking swat landed over the dying embers of the last one. SMACK. ‘Oh, he has to be hearing this.’ I thought. SMACK. I flushed as I wondered if he knew what we were doing by the sound alone, or if the idea would ever occur to him. I wondered how many other couples were tucked away. With my other hand I placed my 7” long circumcised penis with her pussy canal and tried to insert into the hole. With a lot of try I could insert my penis head into her pussy hole, then I bent my body forward and holding her front legs gave a serious jolt to insert my whole 6” long penis through her pussy canal. With a long and vigorous baaaaaaaaa sound the goat jumped and torn the string she ran away. I could see that her pussy burst and a flow of blood oozing from her pussy. I could not reach.