The President, dressed in a warm sheepskin jacket, came down the steps from the porch and greeted him.
Luke's voice is suddenly in my ear, and I turn round, to see him holding out the sheepskin jacket.
Who had torn the sleeves out of this sheepskin jacket, and why?
The man in the sheepskin jacket turned and gave a thumbs-up sign.
A moment later his sheepskin jacket was thrown in after him.
He pulled up the collar of his sheepskin jacket.
She wore a heavy sheepskin jacket, and her hair was pulled back.
Bundled in a sheepskin jacket with its collar raised, he didn't see her.
He pulled her close, into the warmth of his sheepskin jacket.
He reached into the back seat of the car and handed her a heavy sheepskin jacket.
