April 13th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Making Coffee
You’ve all been there. You’re a good husband or a good wife, you and your sweetie wake up on a beautiful spring morning, one of you leaps out of bed to put the coffee on so you can jump back into bed and snuggle while it brews. Only, the water barrel is empty. It’s only three hundred feet down to the crick … so why bother getting dressed?
I’d call her a farm boy’s dream!
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Kinda makes you wonder why conservatives dislike socialism!
Glad she put her boots on…I find it very dewy in the morning.
As near as I can tell, some of those old Soviet events where they dragged all the young people out of the cities at harvest time and sent them off to the collective farms to harvest the grain were basically non-stop orgies of adolescent lust. By FAR the most Bacchanalian event ever permitted in basically-prudish Soviet culture.
Now That’s a fertility goddess worth worshipping!
I prefer to thing she’s been tugging on Guernseys ( http://www.rsc....1.jpg ) all morning, and she’s now heading back to the house to put her talent to practice on the hubby…
whoops! make that prefer to “THINK”…. sorry…