Tractor


Losing my virginity. He packed a tractor with a matress, blankets and bread and in the afternoon we rode up to the back of a newly mown paddock. We made a bed under the stars beside the tractor. 
We camped there and I lost my virginity. Outside, in a bed in the grass.  The next morning we played music and ate bread. 

I remember him being so well hung that I had to think of the donkeys (we worked on a donkey farm), I was shocked.
But did ride back to home, through the town, on the tractor.  

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