Sam replied in a low tone as she remarked about some cleanup that was needed. “Hey I ain’t no slovenly pig....I clean up my messes...so you’re not to go and assume it’s yours alone to do.”<br/><br/>He kissed her with a lot of feeling.  It was not every day, or that matter, in most of his lifetime up until meeting her that a beautiful naked woman had jumped up on him and wrapped herself around him so affectionately.  He liked it.  It was reflective of more than just the sex they were enjoying.  It was playful, sweet and sexy . . . which is how he mostly thought of her . . . but he knew she could be a tough as any man defending what was hers or of hers.  She was so much more than what he anticipated from reading what was available to him, but unlike the customary scenario, he was happy as hell about what he hadn’t known about her but felt like he now knew some.<br/><br/>Sam made a snuffling noise and then a whinny imitating his horse as Irene clucked at him and gave him a command to take her to the bath.  He grinned and played along as he walked to the tub room with a ‘horselike’ gait and with Irene clinging to him in the most wonderful way.  He reckoned that if any of the women from his past had been at all like Irene, he’d have been married by now.  It wasn’t so much that he was looking to get married, but the idea of it had recently gained some appeal.  Of course plans didn’t always work out as he knew from more than casual personal experience . . . so the future would answer that question about his plan.<br/><br/>Sam looked around and then remembered that the stool was in the other room.  He thought about stepping into the tub as they were but that didn’t seem like the best option.  He turned about and went back to the table.  He lowered Irene’s bottom onto its edge and reached for and grabbed the stool in one hand and used the other on her bottom to draw her up onto him.  He snuffled again and whinnied as well as he headed back to the tub with his lovely rider.<br/><br/>He knelt and positioned the stool under her before gently resting her bottom on it. He’d not referred to an ass as a bottom since he’d been a kid when his mother would threaten to swat his bottom if he didn’t shape up.  She never followed through on that threat, but despite his contrary  intentions he’d made her proud . . . at least she’d told him so more than once before she passed.<br/><br/>He let his hold of Irene loosen as he leaned back on his haunches and admired how beautiful she was.  Her pussy slit was glistening still with their cum which made his body shudder with want of her.  His brain told him what his gut had already decided.  A man could do a hell of a lot worse than hitch up with Irene O’Rourke.  She was someone special and he’d no mind to let her not know what he thought of her.  He chuckled.  He’d said it pretty directly . . . more than once as he recalled.  Sam just wasn’t clear on whether she understood it or not.  That he knew was on him as the sayer of it. If it was important that she understand it . . . then he’d have to get her there . . . and it was for him important.<br/><br/>He grabbed a clean cloth and dipped it into the tub.  He wrung it out and handed it to her.<br/><br/>“You best wash your face yourself Irene . . . you know how you like that done.  The rest I think I can properly muddle through and do a passable or better job.  And don’t get all squirrelly about it . . . but you’re getting cleaned up first . . . then it’ll be my turn.”<br/><br/>He did love looking at her . . . and he was intrigued still with her bald pussy . . . and her magic string.  He grinned as he waited for her to finish imaging how long he’d have to wait before her bush grew back enough that she’d need to make her pussy and legs so smooth again.  ‘Ahh hah,’ he thought, ‘ . . . plan B.’<br/><br/>As he watched her, he remembered their spoken truths . . . and his unspoken ones about each other . . . and how and who they were.  Sam went back to one thing she’d said.  “As to attitude Miss Irene . . . speaking of that, if you don’t mind telling me . . . what the heck was your maiden name anyway . . . I know you use  O’Rourke out of respect and to honor your late husband . . . but calling you Missus O’Rourke . . . well it doesn’t sit too well . . . I feel it’s like I’m cheating on him and I know I’m not . . . god rest his soul . . . I can’t explain it any better than that.”<br/><br/>Sam shrugged as he was for the moment at a loss for words.  He softly stroked her cheek with the back of his knuckle until his words came back.<br/><br/>“...anyway darlin’ . . . you’ve seen only my best attitude . . . and that’s only cause you’re special and I hold you in the highest regard.”<br/><br/>He took another cloth and got it wet and leaned forward and kissed her as he gently washed her chest and made certain that each breast got some special cleansing attention.<br/><br/>“I have a reputation you know . . . and I didn’t get free or earn it by being a gentleman with them that aren’t deserving of it.  I am the reciprocity arm of the court after all . . . ”<br/><br/>He grinned at her and kissed each of her nipples before he started to wash Irene's belly.<br/>