And your friend, Troy, was even worse. What he did was terrible.”“I agree and he’ll be reminded of it every day of his life. My friend, Fred�...�he’s a detective for the Sheriff. Anyway, Fred told me that the doctors were able to save Troy’s penis, but that he’ll never have another erection.”“That serves him right! Friends shouldn’t screw other friends.”“I agree again. Say, why don’t I give you a tour of the house and then, if you like, you could join me for dinner. I have too much for just. “Yes, we can get your other necessities at the general trader next to the clothier as well,” Petra replied.“Let’s grab my wagon and be on our way then. I plan on selling it and the contents for some extra coin,” I said as we walked out the door of the manor. We hooked up the wagon and set off. As I followed Petra’s directions, I asked what had been on my mind, “What did you mean we imprinted, and how did we share that dream last night?”She sighed as we rode on before answering, “Beast-men and. Frank whistled. "That's quite a responsibility. What do you produce?" Sheep mostly, a few pigs largely for the farm shop, and we finish bullocks. We also grow a bit of corn and of course winter feed."Frank nodded. "I was a butcher, wholesale with our own slaughter house. My son's running it now."Hal smiled. "Watch out for Diana," he said. "She has a thing about bullocks."Frank looked questioningly at him."She loves them. She says it's their eyes. She moves among them, talking to them, stroking. Both were Large Ladies, not fat, just built big. Tits, ass, all of it. Both were my height, and both outweighed me. Both could probably kick my ass, no, either COULD kick my ass! Satchiko was quicker to show her tits, (neither ever wore a bra, despite 38DD’s), but Claire was more positive. She would show hers, anywhere, anytime. It didn’t have to be an embarrassed Sailor, first time away from home. Different ages, different places, and different time controlled both of them. I really believe.