A Farmer

When a successful farmer died, he left everything to his devoted
She was a very good-looking woman, and determined to keep the farm,
but knew very little about farming, so she decided to place an ad
in the newspaper for a farm hand.
Two men applied for the job. One was gay and the other a drunk.
She thought long and hard about it, and when no one else applied
she decided to hire the gay guy, figuring it would be safer to have
him around the house than the drunk.
He proved to be a hard worker who put in long hours every day and
knew a lot about farming.
For weeks, the two of them worked, and the farm was doing very
well. Then one day, the woman said to the guy, “You have done a
really good job here over the last few weeks. You should go into
town and have some fun.”
The guy readily agreed and went into town one Saturday night.
One o’clock came, however, and he didn’t return. Two o’clock, and
he still wasn’t home.
He returned around two-thirty, and upon entering the room, he found
the farmer’s widow sitting by the fireplace with a glass of wine,
waiting for him.
She quietly called him over to her. “Unbutton my blouse and take it
off,” she said. Trembling, he did as she directed.
“Now take off my boots.” He did as she asked, ever so slowly.
“Now take off my socks.” He removed each gently and placed them
neatly by her boots.
“Now take off my skirt.” He slowly unbuttoned it, constantly
watching her eyes in the fire light.
“Now take off my bra.” Again, with trembling hands, he did as he
was told and dropped it to the floor.
“Now,” she said, “take off my panties.” By the light of the fire,
he slowly pulled them down and off.
Then she looked at him and said, “If you ever wear my clothes into
town again, you’re fired.”


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