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A village boy, an ugly, farmer one day jigged out of a band of whipping trees and halted Tara as she carried the cakes in her bitty birch knitted basket. Tara was the most desirable girl in the village and the farmer had heard all the men speak about her bare tits and the curve of her slinky hips and her sweet ass. The farmer had spied on her and tugged down his trousers to spit his milkseed in the weedy dark trees. Tara was curious about the village boy who only gawked but kept mum. Tara nearly spoke until the village boy mumbled. Tara spat at him to speak louder, so audibly the boy spoke, "Lay down with me in the woods."