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My hands slipped through his soft hair as I lathered them with soap and rubbed. He stayed quiet and still, making it easier for me to focus on the task. I poured water on his head, and once done, I grabbed another towel off the rack, and put it on his head, wiping his head with gentle strokes to make sure not to hurt him.

His eyes were now open. I was standing and he was sitting down, his face close to my upper waist and breasts. I could feel his breaths on me that I tried very hard to ignore while wiping his hair. 

"Almost done." I muttered.

His hand suddenly grabbed my hand, "Can you wipe my nape, please? There is water."

I shivered from his touch, tingles running from my hands down to the tip of my toes. I n