Ronnie 1844-33-CANDY Ext 443
Chad was visiting the farm on a lovely spring morning when I was wearing my favorite Daisy Dukes. Like most boys, Chad couldn’t keep his eyes off the scrap of denim tugged up between my legs that I was calling shorts. However, I could tell the reason he was staring wasn’t the same as most of the other boys.
When I wore my daisy dukes, all the farmhands wanted to get in, but I could tell Chad wanted to be in them without me. I devised a little plan to give him just what he wanted.