"The Hind, The Hart, and Glorious Mud!"

Hello,

Well here's the story behind how I got myself into the glorious mess you see in this first picture. We've all been sharing our good friend's hubby, "The Hart", since spring after she showed us the oh so inspiring pictures this winter of her playing Hind to his Hart they posted a year ago. It's awfully nice to be able to scratch that particular itch so well now when we feel the need! It's also one thing to see pictures others post having great sex together but it takes time to work up the nerve to do it yourself. So we're numbering ourselves in the order we do it, and I'm Hind3 now! My younger sister became Hind2 two weeks ago. But that's ok, I just got the wonderful shiver that comes from clicking "send". We're both pretty big old farm girls but as you'll see from the pics he handled me just fine too.

Our acreages adjoin so his wife, Hind1, has been sharing him for years to help with all sorts of farm chores. He was over doing some chainsaw work, clearing a couple of overgrown acres and I was helping drag brush and stack the smaller logs. I had hopes for a lot more than just work getting done. I had on an old cutoff t-shirt and shorts to be sure he got the best view I could provide as we worked. When a girl's past 60 she uses everything she's got, whether she actually has it or not. It had been raining the last few days. This cut down on the dust but made for a lot of mud. Ahhh, glorious mud. He'd just got a few logs stacked to make a sort of table out there in the woods. Watching the play of muscles as he built it pushed all my right buttons!

It struck me that we could take a break and put that table to good use too. He started stripping when I asked. For some reason that escapes me now while his back was turned before I got my top off I got a good handful of mud in each hand and plastered it all over his butt cheeks! I guess because they were there. So I never got my boobs out for some fresh air and sunshine. Things moved too quickly so you'll have to settle for the wet t-shirt look, Any thought of taking my top off was shoved right out of my mind by him shoving himself into my other end. In no time at all we were both thoroughly slathered in the stuff and laughing our heads off. A quick splash from the water bucket to clean our important bits saw me immediately over the table and away my stag went. Once he starts he doesn't stop! Even slippery as we were he managed somehow to stay on.

Speaking of which, if any of you want to try fully mounting your honey, (and post some pics of it to go with ours?) check the stories section of TODP from August 2019 for "How this Hind and Hart Get It Done Safety/Instructions".

The pose of me sitting there after is because for some time I've been the "Earth Mother" in our group, well really harem now I guess, deer being what they are. Now I'll probably be “Earth Mudder”. Oh well, may as well own it and put the pic out there. Sorry for the Halloween wigs, the price of anonymity. Figure most of you aren't looking that much at faces anyhow! Well, there's my contribution. I'm not sure what Hinds 4 and 5 might get up to, or when, they're kind of shy but I sure want to see what it could be.

Finally, if you've got any observations or suggestions for us please let me know as soon as you can.

Thanks.

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