When I had to do work experience for my biology class paper, the farmer down the road was more than happy to show me how to plough deep into my furrow, once he seen how ready and keen I was, to work.
When I asked him, was it going to be boring for me to sit on his tractor and steer around his paddocks all day long, without much else to do.
He kindly showed me how to sit in the big seat, by getting me to sit right on the edge of the seat, so that the gearshift lever was just gently touching the curve of my pussey mound through my tiny thin pants.
Well after one complete lap of his paddock steering his tractor, he yelled out to see if I was bored already. “NO!!!!”, I managed to reply, as I felt my burning clit on fire from the vibrations coming through that gearshift lever, as it nudged into my pussey mound.
It turned out that the only way that he then managed to get me off the tractor, was when it finally ran out of fuel and when I asked him how I had gone, he said, “look behind you and see the quality of your work.”
I looked back and there every few hundred meters or so, there were big sweeping curved lines in the ploughed soil, where I had wrenched @ the steering wheel as yet another orgasm had exploded inside of me.
He then looked me over and said that I looked abit pale on it and needed some filling up, so he kindly topped me up with some of his best oil before driving me back home.
It wasn’t until I was then in the shower and slowly rubbing between my soapy legs with my eyes closed, that I realized just how sore my body felt from all of the physical hard work I had done on my work experience. I surely don’t take it for granted anymore, when I see a farmer now. while hard at work with a big huge pitchfork in his large rough working hands. As just like his hay, I was turned over very quickly and soon ready to eat.