Haha I had something similar few years back when had my own ewes. Been shearing all day, absolutely fuckeřeđ. Missus turns up with some drink & ice lollies - good wife. She also left gate open that led onto some very well kept allotments- bad wife. I leg it down field to head them off, and dive between two strands of barb from when there was beasts in here. Get in front and push dolly & baaaarbara off Mrs. Smiths prize marrows.
The wife found it all hilarious until we both noticed the crimson soaking through inside leg of my shorts (she asked if I needed a tampax!) When had prope