The touch of the sponge down her back was unlike any other sponge ever.  Irene's back arched, pressing her more securly against Sam.  She shifted for him as he continued with the bathing, wondering if he was sticking strictly to the business of bathing or if he had other designs for her person.  She smiled as his hands moved over her skin, raising gooseflesh even within the heat of the bathwater.  She heaved a sigh that shifted to a light gasp as his fingers moved deeper.<br/><br/>"That was quite a bath.  Used up the water, pretty much, as I recall," she said even as her hands moved to find Sam's cock.  She wrapped her fingers around him, coaxing his cock to stand straight and firm.  She tilted her head for a good look at Sam.  "How, precisely, would you like me to reciprocate, Mr. Markham?" She asked as her hands fondled him, rubbing and squeezing the firm member.<br/><br/>Not waiting for him to answer, she kissed him deeply once more.