There, she stripped off her clothes anddumped them into a washing machine that was pretty much on its last legs. Donning that old trusty bathrobe of h...rs, she dumped a hastily measuredquantity of detergent into the washer and, without giving much thought to whatshe was doing, twisted the dials to start the machine cycling. Stopping in thekitchen to secure a large trash bag and a pair of surgical gloves that she usedwhen replacing the toner cartridge in the parish's copying machine en. It seemed that all the odds were in favor of me.On reaching the room, she sat on a bench opposite to me. I started cleaning her face using a wet cloth. I could feel her getting erotic as my hand moved across her face. After the face it was time to clean the area between her throat and the tip of her dress (near to the cleavage). I took a sponge and soaked it in water and started to clean that area. All the while water was dripping drown from the sponge to her body. This really made her horny.. Any, thing?’ Her throat tightened. ‘No, just give us a minute, okay, Stace?’ Shelly resumed the caresses. ‘Okay. Ah’ll be in the bathroom.’ Stacy moved in silent grace and the door latched with a muffled click. If the room had not been so quiet, Shelly would have missed Stacy’s muted sobs. ‘Babs?’ ‘Yeah, babe?’ ‘Time to go back to our room, Babs. You ready?’ ‘Oh-kaaay.’ ‘Okay, lemme get some stuff together.’ ‘Oh-kaaay.’ Shelly grabbed the panties from the desk and stuffed them into the. They washed up, got dressed, and John led David out to the barn. There were a dozen cows that had to be milked. John showed David how to attach the suction cups to cows teats and how to stay out of the way of their kicks and swinging tails. While the milking machine ran the boys mucked the stalls and gave the cows some grain and fresh hay. David felt that he'd done a day's work already but he was happy about it. He didn't feel so much like an outcast. He was doing something useful.They were.