Naughty Stopover in the Haunted Farm of Tronçais
Cleared the dinner plates at Jean’s parents’ isolated farm in Tronçais forest. Eight days into our two-week vacation stopover. Heavy September air hinted at storms. Jean whispered about meeting at the abandoned neighboring farm, key stolen from parents. ‘Fifteen minutes, after shower.’ His hand grazed my ass. I laughed, promised to join naked, surrender to […]