I smile at her, glad to see she is cooperating.<br/><br/>"As often as necessary. A little stubble is acceptable, but don't let it grow into proper hair. That is all."<br/><br/>I admire her welted rear once more, as she climbs in, and join her with a chuckle, stepping in close to her embrace and wrapping my arms around her. My hands glide down her back, gripping her bottom.<br/><br/>"Cold, are you? Oh dear, I'll need to keep you warm then. Now... which side of you should I wash first? Your front... or your back?"<br/><br/>When I ask her this, at the mention of the word front, one hand retreats from her rear, up around to her chest to gently pinch one nipple. Then at the mention of her back, one finger of the other hand slides in towards her tight back door.