Samantha and I lay back on my bed for a few minutes catching our breath. I glanced over at Sam and wondered what I did right to deserve to have this gorgeous creature in my bed. She lay there with her eyes closed, her beautiful breasts rising and lowering with each breath. I glanced further down to see her pussy gleaming in the candlelight, our combined fluids coating her nether regions. I started to get up, and Sam opened her eyes and looked at me.
"Where do you think you're going?" Samantha asked. "I hope you don't think you're done for the night."
"Don't you worry." I replied, leaning over to give her a quick kiss. "I'll be right back."
As I walked to the bathroom, I heard Sam give a low wolf whistle.
"Nice ass for an old man!" She jokingly yelled at me.
"Hey, you're not too old for a paddling!" I joked back.
"Promises, promises!" Samantha said.
Once in the bathroom, I splashed some water on my face and then took a washcloth off the rack and wet it down with warm water and rang it out.
I walked back into the bedroom with the washcloth in hand. "Here, let me clean you up." I said.
"Mmmm, that feels good." Sam moaned as I gently moved the washcloth over each inner thigh and then over her swollen pussy as I cleaned up the stickiness.
"There we go." I said. "Nice and clean, and it looks good enough to eat!"
"Is that a promise?" Samantha asked.
"You're about to find out!" I told her.
