Where it happened: In the field
I didn’t think it would be as good as it was, but good god
almighty, if the bleating of that sheep didn’t get me
turned on like nobody’s business… mmm. Anyway, it was
very, very beautiful. When she died, I couldn’t stand to
be without her, so I had her wool made into a pair of
longjohns for me. Now Sally is always wrapped around my
long, hard, sweaty cock.