She was still coming down from whatever heaven her lover, O'Grady had taken her to, when she felt St Just move. Pressing against her back, his manhood was hard, rock hard, she thought with a dimpled sigh, as he moved to place her forward so that she was kneeling in the warm water, gripping the rim of the tub for further leverage.

She smiled as O'grady helped her into the position, saying huskily, as she kissed his mouth lingeringly,

"Irish, I'm perfectly capable of getting down ...