Currently, he was asking them in as nice as possible manner, to please go through the gate and into the next field. The sheep, or rather one or two of... them who always caused the trouble, were saying in less than a nice way, fuck off and leave us alone.Nothing for it, Rambo bit the worst offender on its foreleg. The Ewe jumped with all four feet in the air and landed on top of Rambo, flattening him. The rest of the flock meekly walked into the next field, laughing their wool off. The bitten ewe. Denisa faintly heard the slats of the stll splinter and give way, then felt herself sliding forward. Then there was the indescribable feeling of Caesar's remaining foot and a half of cock hammering repeatedly into her. She would have screamed, but all the air was forced from her lungs by the horse's weight. She could feel and hear things ripping and popping loose inside her as he hammered away frantically before shuddering and and emptying is balls into her. He quickly regained his footing. I inhaled deeply savouring the moment. I took another sip of red wine and lifting the silk rims let it drip down the unshaven pussy mound into the cleft. Elaine lifted her legs to meet my moustache, hair on hair, not bristly just sensuous, the tongue onto lips tasting of wine and women. I probed ever deeper, past the gates into the underworld of long forgotten pleasure, drunk on the mixture of juices, into the seventh heaven of sexual ecstasy.Resurfacing I moved my tongue along the wine stained. I opened my eyes when I heard water rushing as Laurie stood up. I thought she was going to get out of the tub. Perhaps rush out of the house never to see her again. Instead, it became quiet, then I heard the tell-tale sounds of kisses as I gazed up to see my wife kissing Steve. Their tongues in a hot embrace as he grabbed her breast and twisted a nipple.I moved my fist up and down the hard shaft, jacking his cock slick with my saliva as my wife frenched him, her tiny pink tongue sliding in and.