Both buckets were dark wood. Looking inside, Emily could see large ice chunks and rock salt surrounding a shiny metal canister. Across the top of the wooden bucket was a brace and attached to the brace was a metal handle.
"Ice cream. Good old fashioned hand cranked homemade ice cream," John-John laughed happily as he grabbed the handle of one of the churns. "Mixed everything last night; had the two canisters in the walk-in cooler the whole night."
"I, you, you're kidding," Emily laughed, delighted.
"And... Go!" John-John said and began cranking his handle.
"What flavor is this anyway?" Emily asked, also beginning to crank furiously.
"It's a surprise," John-John smiled, watching her massive breasts bobble and wobble as she cranked.
Because he'd thoroughly mixed all the ingredients tog
