On that first moonless night in spring, though he himself was starving, he gave his last piece of bread to one of the sheep asian that took refuge with him in the shack. Then, as he watched the animal devour the dry morsel of bread, it suddenly shed its thick coat and from under the layer of wool emerged a beautiful young woman. It was none other than his long-lost fiancée, his one true love. By sacrificing absolutely everything he had, Linus had finally managed to lift the curse. Reunited at last, Linus and his fiancée were married the very next day. The news quickly spread throughout island and the townsfolk now arranged to host a feast for the impoverished nobleman and his beautiful bride. Together they built them a new house in the fields, where the couple lived happily ever after. Linus and his wife had six children, all beautiful girls with blonde, curly hair like that of a newborn lamb, a trait that was still prevalent on our island to this day. As the story goes, it was this legendary wedding feast that the people hosted for the nobleman and his wife that evolved into the local holiday now known as Linus Day, and it is still dedicated to that ancient couple's true love. Although you won't find it mentioned in any of the tourist board's leaflets, the legend of Linus was also linked to another, more obscure, but equally cherished tradition. This tradition was commonly referred to as Sheepshaggin'. On the evening before Linus Day, all the young and unmarried women would dress up as sheep and hide in the woods or fields. Then, as soon as the sun had set, the men would go out as well. If they were in a relationship, it was their task to find their girlfriends and if they did, their love was supposedly destined to be true. The festival of sheepshaggin’ was arguably even better for those who were not in a committed relationship. If you were a single guy, tradition allowed you to go into the forest and have sex with as many dressed-up girls as you could find. All night long, all single and willing females were considered fair game. And better still, the complete darkness of the new moon and absence of electric lights practically ensured complete anonymity, if that's what you desired. It was understood that even a total loser could get lucky on sheepshaggin’. Me, I was not a total loser and furthermore, I was in a serious, albeit waning, relationship. This night, like every other sheepshaggin’ for the last three years, my girlfriend Amanda was somewhere out there waiting for me, but tonight I had not been able to find her. I had been searching the dark woods and desolate fields for ages and looked for her in all the places that used to mean something to us, yet I was still wandering alone. I had run into several dressed-up girls in various locations, but none of the lambs proved to be my true love. In a way, it was indicative of our relationship; I just did not know what Mandy was thinking anymore. After we finished high school almost a year ago, I left the island to attend college while she chose to stay behind and find a job. Although we telephoned almost every day and I did my best to be with my girlfriend as much as possible, our relationship had been going downhill ever since. Especially over the last few months she had changed, becoming more and more detached from me. Whatever remained between us now was purely physical. I mean, the sex we had was still great, but at times it felt more like she was an escort than a girlfriend. A month ago, my friend Dave told me that he had heard that Mandy was making new friends and seeing other guys. A few days later I had confronted her, and we had a big fight, during which she vehemently denied the accusation. The subsequent make-up sex was spectacular, and maybe I was a bit too eager to believe her after that. But it didn't seem so far-fetched to me now. In fact, it would explain a lot. It was pitch dark. The only light around was from the few ships far away on the ocean and the millions of tiny stars above me. A gentle breeze rolled in from the japanese sea, dragging thin, ghostly shards of fog into the valleys. I was shivering. Although the vast Toys stretches of water surrounding the island provided us with moderate temperatures all year round, it was quite chilly tonight. It was unlikely anyone would be hiding here on these inhospitable beaches, least of all Mandy, who absolutely despised the cold. I left the dewy shores behind me and directed my search more inland. I've hosted just over twenty of them, I think, but I'll never forget the first. I groaned as the fighting tongues took what they could, and when one wasn’t on the tip, she would slid her mouth along the shaft. The siblings again returned to a normal sibling relationship. I'll be back Friday night in time for your birthday on Saturday! My futa-dick swayed with my breasts as Tanisha fucked me. She drew back her cock and slammed it into me again and again. The light sprang on, reveling a room of contrasts. Fiona had her shift ended earlier then usual, because she attracted a private customer to pay asian for a lap show. Gina next to her. For the most part this had been a japanese very good experience, and had helped her to avoid the stress and embarrassment of being constantly ogled, her online friends having no clue about her extreme endowment. I was more than happy to follow Toys the instructions of Mom’s roleplay scenario, making her orgasm over and over again. You’re mad that you’re not getting all of Master’s attention, that there is another furry friend in the house.” Momo continued to pout. Rose was probably concerned that if I did then I could tell that she had already had a cock unload into her cunt earlier. I always did my best at work, but one of my vices was female watching, and we had an abundance of multi-cultural staff. “Regardless, going forward, I want you both to be safe,” my mother says. He makes a right-hand turn and goes a completely different way. He couldn’t imagine whom it may be at 8:30 at night. By the looks of her pussy she obviously had just been fucked; but not by me. Her inner lips were also spread apart and her vagina was wide open. The 16-year-old quickly scampered back into the house, dripping wet. Home Alone Maybe if you finger my clit. Leather belts were fixed to some of the rings and now dangling down the sides. His house was pretty nice, like ours.