It is almost like the bales of hay are trees and the opening a clearing. It’s odd, but something he quickly brushes off. “Okay, so uh ... what do ...e need to talk about?”“It’s nothing bad,” he answers, taking a seat on the lone hay bale in the center of the open space. Casey doesn’t recall seeing it sitting there, but again he just shrugs it off. “I thought about how good your mouth was on my dick, and I thought that maybe you’d like to have another go at it.”The horse sits down and Casey. ’ She says as she bends at the knees. As she goes down to her knees, she pulls my pants to my ankles. My hard throbbing cock starring her in the face. She reaches out and gently strokes my dick with a wanting look on her face while examining it. I close my eyes as I feel her warm, wet mouth envelope the head of my cock. Her tongue gently flicking against it. As she take more in, I moan a little louder. I feel her tongue swirling all around as she takes me deeper in to her mouth. As she gets. The moan was loud this time. I definitely was ready to fuck him to death! Slowly at first, but increasing the rhythym, he finger fucked me, gently, wildly, passionately, and with skill that I didn´t even imagine he possessed. What a waste, all those years that we could have been fucking! He felt my body tensing up, ready to come, so he slowed down and switched tactics. Kissed me on the mouth again, his tongue seeking mine. I arched my back as my pussy throbbed with pleasure, and wanted more…. They were so cute, frisky, gentle and curious. He discovered his attraction for lambs quite by accident. One day he was in the pasture reading a copy of a girlie magazine and became incredibly aroused. His penis was rock-hard, practically bursting from his trousers and he had to unzip his pants and free his erection so he could masturbate. As he began to stroke himself, a little lamb approached him and stood watching him curiously. As Larry stroked himself, his vision of lust turned from the.