This message is from our lovely friend Cindy...

She has a pretty spicy story to tell. 

So, don't read on if you're easily offended.

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Howdy there, I’m Cindy…



And I’ve known my man Billy ever since he started hanging around the farm when we were teens…

Billy and I would get into all kinds of trouble…

...usually the kind of trouble that involved my skirt hiked up around my hips -- and his pants hooked around his ankles!

Once we almost got caught…

Billy had me bent over a hay bale in one of the barns when we heard my dad’s voices coming closer…

I wanted to run, but Billy made me stay still and covered my mouth with his hand.

From up in the loft where we were, we could see them going over feeds…

And you won’t believe what happens next…

Warmly,
Cindy