Sam's greeting left Irene breathing shallow and wanting more.  She watched him cross to the bath room, dipping her head down to rest her cheek on the pile of blankets in her arms.  She smiled, eyes dancing as she watched his backside shift as he walked.  She moaned softly and then pressed her face fully into the blankets.  Were you supposed to want your spouse so much, so often?  If so, she'd certainly done it wrong the first time.  Thank heaven for second chances, she mused, lifting her head at the sound of his footfalls returning.<br/><br/>Irene gasped as he touched her; he'd been closer than she thought.  Her legs parted as his hand moved down her body.  She sighed softly, rolling away from him so that she could then scoot close, kissing him back.  "Sam..." she said his name and then words evaporated, her hand slipping down his side to draw him close, low, his thick manhood pressing into her.  She wrapped her hand around him, caressing gently.  The idea of him in her again made her mouth go dry.  She swallowed roughly.  She wanted to take him right then without any further ado.  She reminded herself it wasn't all about her...<br/><br/>"Sam, why don't you just get comfortable..." she said, her voice low.<br/><br/>Irene pressed at Sam's shoulder to get him to lie back so that she might move down between his legs.  She looked at him, smiling.