The Farmer’s Wife & Daughters ll

Jennifer was pleased with herself and her handy work, that evening she told her older sister Jessica all about her success in her milking lesson, she had gotten it right, and on her first try too. Jessica was a little upset and embarrassed since she wasn’t able to do it and her little sister could.
She reasoned it away by thinking that it must be easier to milk a man than it is to milk a cow … she had no idea how right she was as she turned over in her bed and fell to sleep.

Outside the blacksmith was still hard at work fixing the furnace the farmer’s wife had demanded be repaired that very day, it was taking him longer than he had anticipated and he was angered at having to work this late, especially since its always an early rise when working on a farm. He had no choice now since he had lied that he already fixed the problem when asked about his progress earlier that evening by the farmer’s wife, thinking he would get to it later and it would take him no time at all, he eagerly boasted his compliance to her wishes knowing the furnace wouldn’t be used until morning. She was glad he got the job done and said that she would have hated to have to stay up waiting for him to finish so he could come in and make his adjustments, bidding him goodnight, she was off to bed.

Hours later the blacksmith had finally finished his repairs and took the mended machinery part into the main house to install it. The furnace was located right at the far corner of the outer kitchen, which was adjoined to the farmer’s private kitchen. He crept in with his lantern (there were locks on the doors but they were seldom ever used on the farm) and got to work. He had just finished when he heard footsteps coming towards the kitchen from inside the house. Afraid that it might be the farmer’s wife and his little lie about finishing the job earlier might be discovered, he quickly extinguished his lantern before its light could be detected.

It was the farmer’s wife, she had come into the kitchen for something, she carried a very bright lantern of her own, which she set on a chair infront of her. From where he was hiding, in the shadows, in the next room the blacksmith could see his employer’s wife looking for something in her cupboards.
He was shocked and in awe of what he saw, she was in her sleepwear. The farmer’s wife was a gorgeous and voluptuous woman, she was wearing nothing but a corset and long cotton skirt so thin that he could see everything underneath it.

He couldn’t help himself, he crept closer to look on her better, he was at the door, two arm lengths away from the most perfectly sculpted pair of legs he had ever seen, the lantern infront of her silhouetted her slender curvaceous long legs sublimely.