The scent of cow cunts was rank and filled the wafting breeze. Jared felt his besial bovine urges building and with them his own beginnings of a bullish erection.
Walking in circles helped him make up his mind as deciding whether to mount cows as told or hold out and try to be indifferent.
"Good Afternoon young one, I see your thinking and can't decide!" says a gorgeous woman standing the other side to the white board fence.
In you dim memory you know this to be Circe herself, the queen of a beastly existance.
"Go on, be the bull you are, go on mount one and let the pheremones rush in and take control of you." she suggested as Jared stood half erect and pondering.