When i was a kid i used to go hop picking with my mum in Kent UK..The hops were dried in heated ,large kiln type barns. Often i would wander/roam and creep (with other children) into these warm buildings,where there would be farm workers fucking the youn mums on the piles of drying soft warm hops.Mums who craved i guess,the excitement whilst working away from their partners of a brief fling. How many children sprung from these brief casual encounters, that husbands were unaware of... i wonder...?