Our sex session, inflamed by the unique backdrop to our romantic conquest, couldn’t be contained by just the barn.

This was the culmination of months of flirtation and courtship. We didn’t care who was watching us, man or well-behaved beast.

Lust was in the air, laid on so thickly that even the animals couldn’t avoid being sucked in.

There was so much love-making going on that I insisted Tad and I take a break to view the animals during their torrid sessions. It was unbeliebably impressive.

So impressive that, overcome with sexual excitement stemming from years of repression finally being unleashed upon the barnyard, I needed to feel what they did.

I could tell by the smile on his face that Tad like the idea too. The sheep didn’t seem to mind either. But, ah, for the main course…

I prepared the stallion, his girthy love-sword swelling to previously unseen heights. I had never been so turned on in my life, every fantasy I’ve ever had come to pass in one magical evening.

Tad was thrust into the air by the stallion’s mighty member. I think I even saw Tad cry a tear of joy as the stallion wore him like an ill-fitting condom.

Delirious from a night of unending pleasure and unable to sit down in proper driving position, Tad was killed when he overturned his tractor. I still miss him every day. But I will forever take with me the memories we shared. Plus, the stallion does a good job filling in. *wink*