Sam, usually not the sentimental type, was strangely affected by their bodies separating.  They’d been so close, literally and figuratively for several moments longer he’d expected Irene to allow them to remain, or for him to frankly be comfortable with.  It had been nice and tender the way they’d been with each other with the touching and kissing.  He was getting very used to this woman.  When they separated and his cock left her pussy, it had surprised him how much he missed being in her.<br/><br/>He watched her slip down off the table and walk a bit stiffly into the tub room.  He grinned as he thought about why she might be stiff, and secondly because the feminine ritual was perpetuating itself.  He quietly padded to the side of the room where the doorway into the tub room was situated.  He peeked around and quickly caught an unnoticed glimpse of Irene cleaning her pussy with a wet cloth.  These little domestic moments were not new to him but with Irene they were of some interest to him.<br/>Sam was a bit done in from their last fuck, both physically and emotionally.  It had lasted a fair amount of time and they both had seemed to be more engaged with each other than the others before it.  He liked being engaged when he was having sex.  It seemed rather empty otherwise.  He’d never been with a ‘professional’ woman either until Irene . . . but he’d have found a way to be with her if she’d been working in a bakery.  He was kind of helpless in that way . . . as if she’d cast some spell on him.<br/><br/>Sam’s attention returned to reality as he heard her approaching him.  She looked like a woman who had been well fucked.  There was a kind of glow about her and she seemed somehow softer . . . and less stiff with him . . . he smiled and chuckled since he was now less stiff too.  He gasped when she washed his cock and balls with the cloth and then bent down and kissed his belly.  His body shivered when her hands and lips made contact with his skin.  His cock twitched as she tended to him.  When she stood there was a sultry seductive quality to the way she looked at him.  He wanted her too.  It seemed that he couldn’t get enough of her.  But she was getting them dinner so he let her have some peace.  He glanced at the table when she mentioned the bread.  He shook his head and laughed.<br/><br/>“I’d not noticed it there even with us fucking so close to it.”<br/><br/>She looked fresh and pretty in her white skirt and blouse.  It was well suited to her coloring and shape.  He idly thought about taking it off of her when she got back . . . ’after dinner of course’ he inwardly smirked.  He was powerfully hungry . . . for dinner . . . and for her.  He did notice that Irene was naked but for the skirt and blouse.  That caused another set of images to take shape in his brain which didn’t so much involve undressing her.<br/><br/>He smiled as she turned at the door to confirm his menu choices.  “Yeah steak and beer . . . maybe some whisky too, please.  Don’t let them cremate the meat  . . . okay?”<br/><br/>She was suddenly gone and he missed her as he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.  The spot where he rested one hand was damp and when he brought it to his face it smelled of her and he smiled.  He wanted to smell a lot more of her . . . after their night together . . . but how?  His brain started refining his ‘plan’ as he stretched out on the bed where he’d made her cum the second time and fucked her.<br/>