Erotic farmers wife stories

Duration: 15min 43sec Views: 1194 Submitted: 04.03.2020
Category: Babysitter
In homage to another unknown author I am adding this small preamble for the premise of my last scene comes from a forgotten story I personally found erotic. Although I have used my own descriptive flow and imagination as to how the events might have unfolded much of the original still exists as I recall it from memory. Surely it could not have been by chance, for the events which unfolded changed my life and showed my wife how much I loved her. I suppose I should though begin at the beginning for it is there that the events unfolded. I work or perhaps more accurately run a farm which on the whole is long days and strenuous work. Don't kid yourself though that just because I'm a farmer I'm dull.

The Farmer's Wife

The Farmer's Wife

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I Take The Farmer's Wife

She was a beautiful and free spirited woman some twenty five years older than I. A small, red haired and voluptuous woman with large breasts, a narrow waist with a slightly plump belly, a well rounded backside and shapely legs, she turned heads where ever she went and I loved her dearly. There were women of her generation whose totally uninhibited lust for life led to extreme unhappiness because of the strict moral codes and strait laced hypocrisy imposed on society by the British establishment.
I shall be delighted if you will, my dear boy. In the first place, I am all alone. It is rather a difficult ground to get at, and the place I live in is so primitive that I can invite only my most intimate friends. I accepted his invitation, and on Saturday we set off on the train going to Normandy. We alighted at a station called Almivare, and Baron Rene, pointing to a carryall drawn by a timid horse and driven by a big countryman with white hair, said:.