Tote That Barrow, Lift That Bale !

"Stop it, stop it, go away !" cried Debbi, frantically waving her hand behind her while Carol laughed.

"Sam, come here" called Noah to his border collie, who was enthusiastically trying to sniff Debbi's ass !

This is the life, thought Noah. He hadn't envisaged his afternoon turning out like this when he had set out earlier on his tractor. He was sitting in a deckchair with a cool beer, watching two otherwise naked women in Wellington boots engaged in strenuous physical activity that would otherwise have been his job. Debbi and Carol were straining every sinew trying to accomplish this task as quickly as possible. But it wasn't easy and it wasn't work they were used to.

Carol was forking muck from the back of the trailer into one of two wheelbarrows and then pushing it over to Debbi, before retrieving the other barrow in a relay operation. It was Debbi's job to fork the dubious mix from the barrow and spread it evenly over the paddock, into which the cows would soon be returning from the field. "Never mind Carol, those muscles are gonna be all nice and toned before you know it" Debbi teased her older companion.

Noah was certainly appreciating watching the exposed limbs stretching and straining as the pair went about their task. After the women had been working for 45 minutes, they were almost finished and both Carol and Debbi were spreading the contents of the final barrow full. It was at this point that a white Volvo estate swept noisily into the farmyard. Sam bounded over to greet the emerging occupant, who was clearly not best pleased with what she was witnessing ! "Noah Griffiths. What the hell do you call all this ?" she bellowed angrily, gesturing at the two naked and sweating women who looked on bemused.

Noah jumped up hastily from his deckchair and hurried over to his wife. "Er, nothing darling. I wasn't expecting you back yet. I can explain !"