But when they got to the other farm, Marylou was disappointed to find no sign of the sheepdog. She wondered if the flock was unguarded--or if there wa... a big fucking ram in charge. The thought of getting fucked by a woolly ram excited her. But she couldn't see one. The sheep were scattered around the hills like grounded clouds but none had the big, swept-back horns of a randy ram. Marylou sighed. Her fantasy had given her a glimmer of hope and when that hope was dashed it left the hot-crotched. The people I worked for offered me the job of editor for a new magazine with explicit pictures and stories and suggested I should start off the first issue by writing about my own experiences and include a series of photographs of myself."I thought about the offer - not very long - and accepted it. Now all my readers know exactly what happened that night between you, me and Ramon. I also told them the story about Charlotte's lesson, when I met you the first time, and many other exciting things. ” I was about to cum as she said, “He will fuck my mouth and my pussy and he will cum in both, he will be the first person to fuck your bride.” Pat looked at me and said, “Is this okay Malc?” Sara quickly replied, “This decision is not his to make, I have told him what is going to happen,” she continued, “he will have to accept it, I am going to enjoy your cock tonight and not his,” she finished with, you can do whatever you like to me, nothing is out of bounds to you tonight!” I smiled to. I know this must be awkward for you but don't worry, I'm not here to be your enemy," she assured me.Damn it, she's nice."Hi." I mumbled."You seem upset," she noticed.I didn't reply."I'm sorry. Could I get you something to drink?" she offered."Sure. I'll have a cappuccino," I said.The only reason I took it was so I could spend the bitch's money.We chatted over our hot beverages and she ended up actually being tolerable. In fact, I learned she and him weren't getting along much anymore and were.