It was funny how little I remember of the bath itself after what had transpired, because the entire time we were in that water I was completely focused on the older woman in my arms, unable to hold back as I used her thighs and chewed on her neck until I was satisfied.
She even surprised me with how she willingly bared her throat to me or how often she 'accidentally' rubbed against me when we were winding down, further drawing me into this exchange of desires as we made liberal use of our time together.
All in all everything I could remember was about her, but when we were finally content with what had happened and were in the process of dressing ourselves, I couldn't help but look her over and feel... guilty.
"You don't have a woman already, do you Isabella?"
