ooc: Always wanted to be a farmer - especially with you for a wife!
I was working on a little wooden toy, copying one I'd seen in a store window. It was a golf cart, with golf balls for wheels, and the rest of it complete with tiny golf clubs in a bag. I was making the clubs out of a piece of stiff wire and flattening the ends for the clubheads.
It would be a lot of work, but took my mind off the government meddling in a farmer's business wth price supports and soil banks and paying people not to grow etc., while encouraging the large corporate conglomerates who now dominate the business and pay little or no attention to local rules that we have to follow.
When Tessa appeared there was my little surprise there on my table, but I had another surprise for her as she bent over and i pressed myself against her adorable backside I had admired since the day we met, and then I grabbed her hand and led her over to a stack of bales of hay. They smelled so good, especially with her naked body lying on them and I worked toward that goal as I unbuttonned her blouse.
I led her ovr to the haystack and sat on a couple of bales conviently placed to make a bed for the love of my life. Often there in my shop I had looked forward to fucking her on them, and right now was the time.
She squealed that the hired hand might catch us, and I told her the hired hands were right here for her, as I took each delectable boob in the palm of each hand, and then sat and pulled her to me and ran my hands up under her skitt to the globes of her ass.
I remembered how slim and trim she was when we were married, but how that we were older and she was fleshier she was even sexier, and as I nuzzled my nose in between her breasts, my hands slipped under the elastic of her panties and slid them down to her ankles.My Tessa moaned in ecstacy and reached behind her to help me by unsnapping her bra and letting it fall to the barn floor.
I suggested she could save us both some time by just ceasing to wear those unnecessary impedients to our lovemaking.
