rural-lust

In my private locker, this one’s bolted shut tight. Years of rust. Today, I crank it open. Adrenaline surges. Heart pounds. Here’s the filthy truth I’ve hidden. February afternoon. Heading to town hall. Spot Jean’s tractor in the field by the graveyard. Weird angle. He’s hunched over, hiding. I sneak closer. Bastard’s got his cock…