Lethargically, Sandi let her hand caress the great head, her fingers stroking and combing the thick hair. Memories flooded back into her mind of the large farm where she had grown up. It was a typical midwestern farm, with a large rambling house, barn, and hay loft where she had spent many of her happiest times--and one of her most frightening moments.
The remembered odor of fresh, sweet straw, flared out her nostrils as Sandi recalled that warm spring day when she had lost her virginity to one of the rough-handed farm hands that worked for her father. She had learned about s*x by watching, almost unknowingly, the matings of all the animals on the farm. To her young mind at the time, it was a natural thing, but some of the farm hands, and particularly one man, had thought her natural youn
