The sheep, or rather one or two of them who always caused trouble, were saying in less than a nice way, fuck off! Lubricated to the point of positively dripping, Rambo went at it again, only this time; he was well off aim and shoved it hard and fast into her pooper. Xxnx RAMBO. Betty was in a state of high arousal, probably brought on by her situation in part, but more because she was a woman and these little pheromone buggers affect woman greatly. Rambo wasn’t sure whether to throw up or sit and grin at her. The bitten ewe had other ideas it seemed, because without further ado, she righted herself and ran at Rambo with her head down, intent on battering his ribs in with a well aimed forehead. His brain went on a very long holiday to somewhere foreign, warm and safe.
