Her dad pissed outdoors. More than once she'd spotted him pissing behind the barn or out in the fields, and of course she'd turned away quickly, before she saw too much.

Her mother would be leaving from town on the noon bus and would not be returning to the farm. Her dad wouldn't get back until after noon. For a few hours, and for the first time in her life, she had the farm all to herself. She was all alone. She could take off all her clothes and rim around naked if she wanted to.

Cindy pulled off her pink blouse and pushed down her jeans. She unfastened her bra and let it drop. Her tits jiggled in the open air, her nipples licked by the sunshine. Her loins throbbed as she peeled off her panties and stood naked at last. She squatted where she stood, held her pussylips apart, and pissed on the grass.

She felt like an animal, like a cow or a horse or a dog. The smell of her piss made her nostrils flare. It had a sweet aroma, like that of fresh cut hay. The hissing of her piss between her pussylips made the blonde-furred slabs of girl meat tingle. Cindy squeezed out the last of her piss and straightened up. A few drops of piss dribbled down the insides of her thighs, but she didn't bother to wipe them off.

She looked toward the house, feeling embarrassed and guilty. Although she knew her mother was gone, it was as if she could sense her mother's eyes on her, watching her from the kitchen window. She half expected to see the woman bolt out the back door screeching in horror and disgust at what she had just witnessed.

Leaving her clothes where she'd dropped them, Cindy continued hiking up the hill. After a few steps, she started to skip and hum. Her tits bounced and jiggled like balloons filled with water. She'd never realized just how big and heavy and bouncy her tits were.