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He hired a dozen huntsmen and ordered them to shoot all the wolves and wild cats on the island. Once that was done, he had all his lands converted into pastures and bought many acres more, only to let them lay unoccupied, except for a few flocks of Tailor sheep. He subsequently declared that no-one on the island was to ever lay a finger on the animals and assured the people he would repay all damages caused by them. Even his friends and family believed he had lost his mind when Linus then sold his wealthy home and became a shepherd, living in a wooden shed. The years went by and the nobleman spent a fortune doing everything he could to protect the island’s ever-growing population of sheep. His resources bhabi were diminishing fast, but still he managed to feed and shelter the animals throughout one of the longest and harshest winters the people on the island had ever witnessed. At last springtime arrived, and on the night of the first new moon he lay in his shack, alone, cold and hungry. He had lost absolutely everything, every penny he owned, his mansion and his scores of friends. Everything but his looks and the thousands romance of animals he cared so deeply for. On that first moonless night in spring, though he himself was starving, he gave his last piece of bread to one of the sheep that took refuge with him in sexy 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. Sandy had a few fleeting moments to glance over her shoulder at Layla, and the captives' hearts reached out toward one another. Smiling broadly I suggested she came back to the stand so that I could assist her or at least give her a catalogue and a card. The filthy degrading words coming out of Nurse Betty Allen’s mouth was turning the doctor on romance something fierce. Jon was walking very close to me and sometimes put his arm round my waist. She was shocked. Ours is, however, the only company she manages sexy personally. Kimbo's cock, still rampant and hard rested against her ass cheeks. Slowly I worked my way up her legs until I was just past her knees. They fed each other, driving me towards my bliss and... No, no, she's busy with another matter.” A dizzy sway ran through my body as the slut gulped it down with such hunger. I was hoping my father would not say anything to me, but he hasn’t so far. Amira's eyes were large as she looked at her belly, then Grabbed Jake. “Maybe I should have. She moved onto my lap and I licked her cheeks as I had Momo and Sonja. I bet you’ll even put that new guy Jack with the big dick in your room, so you have a chance to get a glimpse bhabi of him coming out of the shower.” Those that have read “Jenny Horny at Work” know that Jack, a thirty-one-year-old, was hired at my Tailor company this past summer.