One of the girls was sitting sideways on the bench, and as the cool summer breeze blew, her rough skirt lifted, revealing her smooth thighs and soft furry mound. Her bright eyes were as green as the new leaves that filled the trees. He remembered the farmers laughing and telling him tales of such things, and the almost trance-like state a naked and pert young woman has on a man. He also remembered the advice that was handed down to him from the gaggle of beer swilling farmers and stable lads….. 'Once you're up that tunnel of love, she'll have you down that church, and then it's a life of screaming babies, nagging and even more shite.' 'You can't beat the love of a good woman,' perked up another, 'waking up, all warm and hard.' The men had laughed again and ordered more ale from the bar.'So tell me young lady.' Sally was softly biting her bottom lip. 'What sorts of mischief you up to then,' Pip asked innocently, 'or do I have to spank the truth outa ya…' He smiled at her, and then clapped his hands together loudly. The rooks in the top trees scattered. She squealed like a baby wild boar and gathered her long skirt around her knees, then stuck out her tongue and blew a loud raspberry. next »