"I?ve seen you over here for about an hour, and I waswondering if you would like an ice cream cone," saidthe woman in her thirties."Yes, I?d like that..." I said, reaching out with myleft hand. I didn?t catch her reaction at my voice,but as I was taking the ice cream cone from her hand,I dropped it on my skirt. My urge was to bring myright hand forward to grab it, but I lurched againstthe bench. You see, my right hand was handcuffed tothe bench."Oh, dear. Let me help you," she said. " He smiled sheepishly. "It's one of thosestereotypically feminine things like dressmaking which I've always wantedto learn." Use Delia Smiths cookery course book," Bob said. "It's how I learned." I'd like that," Mike said."As for dressmaking, if it interests you it is a suitably feminine hobbyso I've no objection to you learning," Bob said with a smile, as hequietly reinforced her status."I'd like that as well."As they chatted how thing were going to work Bob could tell that 'Cheryl'was. Heading up stairs, Diane told Janine that she could use the main bathroom shower, as she was going to use the one off her room. Then they would go into town and go swimming. Janine agreed and they both headed for the shower. Diane was still reeling that he thought she couldn't do something as simple as the barn. She had started cleaning the barn when she was 10, now 20 she had been doing it for 10 years. She got undressed and turned on the water, adjusting it to the perfect temperature. She. I slid one hand between her legs and cupped her breast with the other one.“What are you doing?” she giggled.“Making you cum, of course!” I said softly.I pressed my finger between her labia and into her tunnel and began fingering her while I tweaked her nipple with my other hand. I nibbled gently on her neck and gently pressed a second finger into her dripping pussy, eliciting a groan.“God, yes, make me cum!” she demanded.I fingered her gently, then more forcefully and bit lightly on her neck,.