I differ from the usual run of sex bloggers in that I’m not as urban as seems to be the norm. My roots are rural, and I don’t freak out when the only coffee in the county is called “coffee” and costs less than a buck.
So I can tell you with some authority that there remain, in this vast country of ours, a fair few young men whose entire ambition is to get some land, plant it, find a good farm wife, and settle down to a life of endless unremunerative hard labor. The good farm wife, as you can imagine, is a very important factor in this bucolic vision of paradise.
Thus I can well imagine the reaction of some young rural swain as he spies this Venus arising from the stock-watering tank:
And the reaction is this: “Yup, she’ll do.”
Hey, at least he knows she knows how to ride a pitchfork.
Picture is from alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. vintage.