When I was a little girl, I used to get in trouble, lots of trouble! I think dad knew I would be his biggest headache from the time I started to crawl (giggles). Well one year dad got so fed up with my behavior, that he decided to send me to grandma’s.

Grandma lived in the country, far away, and in a big farm. He figured the fresh air, the animals and all the work that needs to be done in a rural setting would set me straight. Boy was he wrong! Grandma had always spoiled me and at times would be my accomplice.

So after kicking and screaming and begging dad not to send me to the farm, I was put on a plane and sent to behavior modification land aka the farm. Grandma was so happy and excited. I was pissed. The last time we were at the farm, I was so bored. But then again that was when I was barely a toddler.

From the beginning, grandma acted like she was the bad behavior police. I knew she was just trying to help dad. So I went along. Right away, I figured out the places where I could hide to misbehave.

Grandma set a schedule of chores, some in the house some out in the field. Outdoor work in a farm can be brutal even the most simple task, under the sun, can be exhausting. I told grandma I wanted to learn about the land, the farming process, milking the cows. Grandma was pleasantly surprised. So I went about my business of “learning” about farming and oh those hard chores LOL!

My first stop was the barn. Next was the horse stable. That did it. As soon as I saw a horse dick, I knew the stable would be my headquarters for the entire vacation. To that point the only dick I had seen was dad’s. But the horse was so big and thick. I started to fantasize about jerking him and feeling his cum inside my little pussy. There was no computer at grandma’s. So this would have to be a hands on research project (giggles).

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