# Summary

The author recounts a visit to Farmer Ben's family farm, where they engage in playful interactions with Becky, her father, and the farm animals.

# Abstract

During a visit to Farmer Ben's expansive property, the author is warmly greeted by Becky, Farmer Ben's daughter, who humorously refers to her donkey as her "cute ass." The author fondly interacts with the donkey, affectionately known as Mr. Ass, and later enjoys viewing Farmer Ben's prize rooster and petting the family's cat, referred to as Mrs. Ben's pussy. The visit concludes with a humorous exchange involving Ronald, Farmer Ben's son, who literally "flips the bird" at the author's request. The author reflects on the joy and unique experiences found at Farmer Ben's farm.

# Opinions

- The author appears to appreciate the humor and playful nature of Farmer Ben's family, particularly in their use of double entendres.
- There is a genuine fondness for the donkey, as the author describes it as the "cutest ass" and enjoys a moment of connection by patting and kissing it.
- The author is impressed by Farmer Ben's rooster, emphasizing its size and the community's recognition of it as the largest in the county.
- The author finds pleasure in the simple act of petting the farm's cat, indicating a serene and content moment.
- The overall tone suggests that the author holds Farmer Ben's family and their quirky farm activities in high regard, considering the visits to be fun and never dull.

Loving the Farmer’s Daughter and Her Cute Ass

Farmer Ben’s family taught me about togetherness and perception

I pulled up to Farmer Ben’s house with the wide front porch. Becky, his college-age daughter, came out to greet me. She was dressed in cute denim cut offs and a halter top.

“Hey, Mr. G.,” she called out, sashaying in my direction. “Did you come to see my cute ass and give it a kiss?”

“I sure did, Becky.”

She smiled sweetly. “Then follow me.”

Her hips wiggled as she walked, and she led me toward the barn. Behind the barn, was a wide pasture. Farmer Ben and his family had quite a few acres.

In the distance were horses and, as I looked closely, I saw Becky’s ass.

She put two fingers in her lips and blew hard. “Come on, ass. We got us a visitor here to see you.”

And there came the cutest ass I ever laid eyes on. His eyes were brimming with friendliness and his big lips had what seemed like an ever-present smile.

“Come here, Mr. Ass,” I said, leaning over the railing. I patted the neck and he brayed with a loving hee-haw. Then I gave that ass the friendliest kiss I had ever given an equine-like animal.

No sooner had I kissed Becky’s ass than Farmer Ben came walking up behind us. He sported a sly grin beneath his straw hat and placed both thumbs under his overall straps.

“Hi ya, G.” He shuffled his feet one way and then another.

“Hi, Farmer Ben.”

“Glad you came to visit today. Would you, uh, care to see something special?”

I believed I knew what he was getting at.

“What is it, Ben?” I smiled back.

“Want to see my cock?” A grin spread over his face like the sunshine over a cornfield at high noon.

“Sure, that sounds great. I hear you got the biggest cock in the county.”

He walked away from the pasture with pride. “It ain’t just my opinion. Lots of folks who seen it agree.”

We made it to the henhouse, he opened the wire gate and let me inside. And there it was. The cock strutted about, spread his feathers and made a cock-a-doodle-doo that would melt a stone. A big cock it was, indeed.

“Wow, Ben. That’s something.”

“Sure is.” And then he grinned again and tapped me on the shoulder. “Want to stroke my wife’s pussy?”

“Sounds good to me.”

We stepped outside and suddenly a healthy tabby cat came prancing by. Ben picked him up and gave him to me.

“My wife takes great pride in her pussy. They’re really the best of friends,” said Ben.

I stroked the tabby frontwards and backwards. It’s purring sounded like a well-tuned truck. “Something so sweet about petting a pussy.”

And then Ronald, Farmer Ben’s son came by. “Hey, Ronald, Mr. G. is visiting. Flip him the bird.”

Out of nowhere, Ronald seemed to grab a birdy and flip it. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Well, I soon had to leave but it was another fun trip to Farmer Ben’s.

I got to kiss Becky’s ass, see Farmer Ben’s huge cock, pet his wife’s pussy and then Ronald flipped me the bird.

No wonder I love visiting. There’s never a dull moment at Farmer Ben’s.