He grabbed her as she tried to squirm past him and gave him some of her delicious attitude. He was behind her and his obvious interest in her pressed against her ass as his arms encircled her body.<br/><br/>"You're welcome Irene...but...call me Sam."<br/><br/>One hand errantly cupped her left breast.  He sighed against the back of her neck as as her nipple swelled against his palm and his finger and thumb as he played with it.  A shudder of heigtened arousal rolled through his body.<br/><br/>“I like your thinking there Irene . . . excepting that I’ll be starting from behind you.  The worm has turned as they say.”  He nibbled at the back of her neck as he drew her back tightly against him.  “You are one beautiful woman Irene . . . god but you feel heavenly like this.  You’ll have to pardon me but it’s been awhile since I’ve wanted to . . . well . . . you know . . . be like this.”<br/><br/>His hands were cupping both of her breasts and he gently massaged them and caressed her swelling nipples.<br/><br/>“God you are so lovely.”<br/>He released her for a moment and reached down for the soap.  When he stood up again Sam reached around in front of her and caressed her left breast with a soapy hand and then her right one.  He was momentarily lost in the feel of her body against him and in his hand.  His cock twitched against her backside as he moaned in a low tone his want of her. He stepped back and wet his hands with some soapy water and rubbed her shoulders and back.  He slipped his hands under her arms and stole a moment to wash her tits again. His slick soapy hands sild down her sides and he spent a little extra time kneading and caressing the firm globes of her ass.  His fingers slipping up and down through its cleavage and from there he washed each leg with both hands starting very high on her thighs.  When he had washed both legs, he grabbed a bucket and dunked it into the bath water and slowly poured it over shoulders and back to rinse away the soap.  He did that again to be sure he’d rinsed it all away.  His arms encircled her again from behind.  He pressed the full length of his body against her warm wet flesh.<br/><br/>Sam whispered in her ear.  “Irene . . . shall I bathe your front . . . standing or sitting?  Lady’s choice.”<br/><br/><br/>