Her back, until...

"Well...just your back." you reply as you begin washing Ina's backside.

You couldn't help how incredibly hot she looked wearing nothing while she was bathing, and as you continue washing her, one of your hands secretly creep up from behind and begin fondling one of her breasts, causing Ina to moan lightly at your touch.

For some reason, instead of freaking out, she blushed and took hold of your hand as you continue to fondle her medium-shaped breasts with her fervor with both hands after putting the sponge down. Then one of your hands makes its way downward in between her legs, and as you begin fingering her, Ina gasped and said, "You might not be my husband...but you feel like him."