Finally, I asked her out to an event that I thought she might enjoy. She was reluctant but when I insisted she acquiesced. We had a pleasant evening a...d when I asked her out again she accepted.She seemed shy so I played it cool but also noticed that if I was assertive, she eventually agreed to my requests. My matronly tutor had taught me a bit about submissiveness and so I stepped up the game a little. The next time we went out and I returned her to her small apartment, I asked if I could come. ” I kissed her and said, “Baby, you just made me the happiest man in the world.” “I bet I can make you even happier if I try,” she said with a self-confident attitude. I replied, “You know, I bet you can, too.” I told her to relax and that I would bring our stuff in and Emmy said, “I don’t think I’ll be taking anything back to Jenn’s. I might as well leave it here.” I said, “I’ve got one tall-boy dresser up stairs that is completely empty, at least half of the walk in closet is empty and I. ” “I do see the dilemma...” She twisted her face, but her tone had a hint of sarcasm. “You don't sound all that troubled by the prospect of having no sex,” Michael frowned. She started to thrust her hips, “Then we better make the best of what we have left...” She continued to milk his cock until she brought him to orgasm and filled her with his cum. Fiona shuddered and collapsed onto Michael's chest. Michael wrapped his arms around her and stroked her sweaty back. She shut her eyes and enjoyed. The trough was a perfect place to bathe. It was made of wood and was rather large and fairly deep. Made of heavy planking, it was about 4 feet wide and six or so feet long. At one end of the trough was a windmill for pumping the water in and on the other end was a flat wooden table that was used for washing clothes and that sort of stuff. She was skipping and hopping all the way here and she had let her hair down and it was bobbing and bouncing with each skip she made. Really a sight to.