Lips 16

The Farmgirl

If you have ever lived on a farm you would welcome any change that would make life more erotic. Read this story and you can imagine what kind of a lifestyle you could live on a farm, too. Her’s a sneek preview of what you don’t want to miss out yourself: It was a hot Sunday morning on the farm, and Daisy giggled to herself over having managed to avoid church for once. She sat on the swing in the front yard, dressed in nothing but her turquoise-blue shorts and a pink blouse, her tanned legs and feet glinting satiny in the sunlight, her sandy-blonde hair bouncing against her shoulders as she swung and twirled on the swing, which was suspended from a limb of a tall pine tree. As she played on the swing, she was able to look down - past the nearby road and out over the valley. Behind her was the house and barn and the other farm buildings belonging to her parents, and beyond them were the pastures and fields. Sandstone bluffs stood boldly out of the side of a hill where the family property met the horizon.