I was out checking that the cows had water when the farmer’s daughter cornered me by the edge of the field.
Her checked shirt was unbuttoned, and she’d tied it in a knot, giving me a good glimpse of her boobs and stomach.
“Well, hello, cowboy,” she said before stepping closer and kissing me passionately.
When she whispered that she had no panties on under those tight little daisy dukes. Well, I just couldn’t help myself.
She bucked and writhed, her body tensed as wave after wave pulsed through her.
I guess I should have remembered about the electric fence.
