Farmer's Daughter

You're driving along Interstate 69, traveling to visit relatives for a long overdue family reunion. Although you rather be anywhere but at the family gathering, you were unsuccessful in weaseling out of having to attend. Just as you are contemplating calling in, feigning sickness, and turning the car around, you hear a loud blast. Suddenly, you have difficulty controlling the car, and attempt to drive onto the shoulder of the road.

You are able to steer safely onto the shoulder. Stepping out of your car, you check your tires, and find that one of the rear tires has completely blown out. What's worse, is that your spare tire is in the possession of a coworker who also had a flat tire a few weeks ago.

Things are not as bad as they seem, however. You spot what looks like a farm, some half-mile away from your disabled car, and decide to walk over in hopes of calling for a tow truck or some kind of service vehicle.

Upon reaching the house, you find a kindly old farmer who allows you to use his phone to call for a tow truck. Unfortunately, the tow company says that the only available truck is getting repaired. Their estimated time of arrival to you is tomorrow morning.

The farmer, feeling generous, allows you to stay the night at his farm while waiting for the arrival of the tow truck. You accept.

As you are getting settled in the house, talking with the farmer, in walks a beautiful young woman. She stands at 5'5", with emerald green eyes, partially obscured by her platinum blonde hair. She looks to be a 36C, with a narrow waist, and long slender legs. She's wearing a green plaid skirt, along with a tight white blouse.

"This is my daughter, Loretta. She just graduated from high school last spring, just before her 18th birthday," the farmer says.

You stand, extending your hand to her, and say, "Pleased to meet you, Loretta. My name's John. John Doe."

She smiles and shakes your hand. Her hand is soft and smooth. "Nice to meet you, too, John. Excuse me for interrupting, Daddy." Loretta gives her father a kiss before darting upstairs.

"She looks just like her mother, may she rest in peace," the farmer says. While the farmer talks about how sweet his daughter is, all you can think about is getting into her panties. Which is what you plan to do before you leave the farm.

Good luck!