Adult Blogger: WE LIVE TOGETHER WELIVETOGETHER.COM went down the hall towards where I knew Ivy's bedroom was, her bathroom was just before the bedroom door. The door was open and she was there in the bathtub. A drink was poised on the edge of the tub within her reach and two scented candles were burning at the foot of the tub.
Ivy had a not unpleasant face and, other than being rather hippy, had a nice figure. Her dyed blond hair was short, not reaching her shoulders and, from where I stood, I could see the dark roots. I had always thought that she was rather small breasted and now seeing her in the nude, found I had been correct. But, never having had children, her breasts were still quite firm and well formed. When she saw my eyes on them, she raised her arms to cover them.
In a rather throaty voice, Ivy said, "Are you going to wash my back for me, Carl? Nobody's washed it for me since John died and that was a long time ago." John had been her husband.
I raised my glass to take a sip of my JD, then moving to the side of the tub, put my drink on the floor, knelt down, picked up a wash cloth and, reaching over her, took the bar of soap from the soap dish. Since she was sitting well towards the back of the tub, the only place to wet the wash cloth was in front of her, between her legs. In doing so, I couldn't help but notice the small dark haired thatch below.
