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, Sarita 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 Mms 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 Indian Girls Fucking 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. Halfway through the climax I heard Elenore grunting in irritation, our victim was obviously getting distracted as the the magic hit her. She cried, her face red with sheer humiliation, and her eyes wet in frustration. “Your other monsters were still alive,” I said. I rode him and rode him for good 15 minutes. Mms Then she moaned as his big dick penetrated her helpless pussy. I just let my instincts go. He smiled down at me briefly then raised his attention towards the ceiling. As Laura watched, a thin trickle of yellow liquid escaped Kelly's groin and dripped into the glass. Her wet saree hugged her huge buttocks and they jiggled sexily with every step she took. “Ooh, pussy is great. I didn't cum Indian Girls Fucking again save when I gave Samantha a blowjob before picking up my clothes. We'll wait until we get to my house to have breakfast." He got a kick Sarita out of that for some reason. Futas were so eager to do things with me. I hadn't gone past reasonable requests, yet, but only because I wanted my futa-sister to join me.