Bubble was her brand of choice, same as mine -- and I relaxed. Who'd drown themselves in Mr. Bubble, after all? That'd be positively un-American, or s...mething. I peeked around the door.She wasn't on face or on her back. She was sitting in the tub, facing away from me, her head down on her knees, curled up, hugging her legs, scrunched up in less than half the tub at the spout and drain end."Hi, can I come in?" I asked softly.Her only response was a faint shrug, barely a lift of her shoulders, so. In October we all became very friendly and on my husband ‘s idea we started to have ludo or carom game on Sunday and soon we two in absence of my hubby as well. A few times I tried to know why thing didn’t work for her daughter and my hubby but he didn’t give a hint.One day when I went to his home he opened door with just a towel around his waist, he was taking bath, he asked me to wait as he will be ready in 5 minutes but I preferred to come back to my home, “Uncle I will be back in 10. He did her arms and her torso, down to the water line. They were sitting with her legs up over his, so her feet and legs got the next attention.If she was still skittish, his next move could spook her. He did not think it would be a problem and he went ahead. Moving as close as he could get, he reached around and washed her back. His cock was almost touching her, and it was the biggest thrill in a long time when he felt her hand wrap softly around it. He did not try to stifle the moan of. It’s the continuation of my last Story with Bhanu. As I was cleaning her with the rose water, she moaned and I was completely cleaning her from top to bottom, there was a constant moan during that process..Next I sat in between her legs and leaned forward and slowly whispered in her ears “how was it?” In reply she didn’t speak anything. She just had a tear on the corner of eyes and hugged me tightly and I got my reply. She kissed me again but this time she was wilder. This wasn’t a kiss, it was.