The quality of the sex we were having in the wheat field is indescribable. It was better than any sex that I have had before. The sex would make the toes of a dead woman curl. It was great sex. I am quite certain you'd be jealous if I went into any lurid details about the sex that we were having in the wheat field, her legs up in the air, me doing things that you have only read about in books. The sex was great. It was not just great, it was amazing. This was amazing sex.

We were having amazing sex in the wheat field. It was amazing, not simply great. This sex was so good, that not even a fiction writer could portray better. It was so good. I get the shivers just thinking about it. The sex in the cornfield with the two of us, me and her, that is to say, myself and the person whose legs were in the air, was incredible. You have never had such amazing sex in your life. You must be jealous. Are you jealous?

We were having sex in the wheat field. The wheat field was like no other wheat field that you have visited. This was a divine wheat field. Divine. The sex in the divine wheat field was divine sex. Divine. Her legs in the air, me under the wheat doing things unimaginable in your repertoire. This was amazing sex.

Sex. Wheat field. Divine. Amazing. Legs. Sex. Not simply great. Are you jealous?