TEEN BOOBS. BIG TEEN BOOBS. HOT TEEN BOOBS.
Specially since it meant seeing Melanie.
She used to study in the university at Sacramento.
I don't really know where that is, but it sounds far away from our farms.
Then her ma and pa had an accident in which her ma died, so she had to come back to the farm, leaving all her studies and college.
This is something I really admire about her, for all those who go to big towns, seldom come back.
But when she came back to her farm, it was the happiest day of my life.
Of course for her it was a big step back.
You see, we are a small village with loads of farms and even more farmers.
Hardly up to the intellectual standards of the big city.
Now don't you go by the big words I use!
For I have enrolled into an university that sends me material via corresspondence.
I really wanted to please that girl, maybe marry her one day, so I wanted to be as intelligent as her.
And with her went all my love, leaving me with knowledge and a desire for revenge.
And with knowledge I will be vengified, for today I will tell you what Melanie really was.
It was a nice day, just like summer though it was mid september.
I went over to Melanie's place, as was my routine for every Wednesday, with a bottle of brandy for her old man.
It must have been two in the afternoon, for the sun was very high.
I went to the porch and called her name, but got no answer.
So I let myself in. There was the old man, already half drunk.
I kept the bottle of brandy by his side and went to the backdoor to search for Melanie, to say hello.
But she was not there either.
I guessed that she must have gone to the stables to feed the horses; and I made my way towards them.
I was half way through when I saw Melanie.
There she was, a big white book in her hands, talking to the chestnut colored horse that I hated the most.
I laughed. What the hell do they teach them in those big schools?
Reading to a horse for god's sake!
What next? Laughing, I continued to walk towards her.
And then an idea hit me, just like that.
I said to myself, "Jason, this is your chance!
Lets to something innovative!"
I decided to surprise her.
So I ran north, with part of the stables hiding me.
Once in position, I waited when she would turn her back to me, so that I could jump her from behind.
I must have waited no more than a minute when she turned, and then to my horror bent down and reached for the darned horse's cock with her left hand.
At first I thought she must be checking something.
Nevertheless, there were bells ringing in my head saying, "Hold on boy, this one looks to be interesting!"
So I held back and waited.
And a good thing I did, or I would have missed some real good perverted action!
Melanie's hand started moving up and down the cock of the horse.
Then she put down that big fat book, that she was still holding in her right hand, and bent down on her knees.
The horse was already hard, his long brown cock screaming for some attention.
And attention was exactly what my sweet Melanie was giving it!
She put her left hand near the base of his cock and with her left hand started to masturbate the darned horse!
How I wished it was me she was masturbating!
It looked so good, so dirty and so perverted.
Now I am a farm boy. Out here, it is not really taboo to masturbate a horse who had not being mating.
So what Melanie was doing was nothing unusual for me.
Yet, the fact that this sweet blonde beauty was fucking a cock with her hands was turning me on immensely.
So I took out my own little boy from my pants and started caressing it, slowly.
Somehow I knew that I was in for something more, something really perverted!
And just how right I was.
