I had no idea how big a sheep's shaft was, so I didn't know what to expect as far as tightness, but I figured that if cowboys in Montana did it, it co...uldn't be that bad.The ewe seemed to wiggle her rump a little as I took my fingers and gently began stroking her swollen opening. She moistened almost immediately, so I guessed a lot of foreplay probably wouldn't be necessary. I doubted that rams went in for oral sex much anyway. After a few moments more of stroking her and pressing my fingers. If this was to be her fate, then so be it. She would survive - somehow!She scrambled to her sore feet and started walking again. Her every step was the purest agony, and she could no longer resist the imperative need to weep. Her tears mingled with the rain as it swept her tortured body. That beautiful body, delicate and frail, shook with her sobs, but she still kept on, never once flinching from her destiny.This weather was dreadful enough, she reflected, but the Winter would be impossible for. Lauren woke at seven, and even though her clock agreed, she distrusted it enough to get up, wash and dress in her father's great white shirt and clean (oh joy!) knickers before making her way to the kitchen. Passing the lounge, she spied Peter, flat on his stomach on the sofabed. Her breathed heavily, his frame pushing up the thin sheet that covered him. She leant against the doorway, watching. He was broad-shouldered, strong, and tall. His clothes lay scattered around the room just as though. I walked around looking at everything in the cases and on the walls. On the other side of the room was videos. I giggled looking at some of the pictures on the video boxes. Rounding the corner there was an other door. Sign said pay cashier. Going this far with no one stopping me, I figured what the hell. There was a glass encased room by the display cases. Luckily the man inside was paying more attention to the movie on TV then me as I handed him the money. Pushing tokens back to me I went back.