It was clear she hadn't been licked for a long time and didn't take her long to cum her orgasm released fresh juices over my chin, god I knew I was go...ng to fuck her hard. I got her up took her upstairs to spare bedroom got her on all fours and teased her pussy with the end of my rock hard cock then she said it "please fuck me" I was straight in slow and deep one hand on her shoulder the other playing with her tit biting and kissing her neck talking filth to her telling her how wet she was how. She turned to look at me still grinning, "No it's not a problem for me ... but it's going to be a thrill for you." A thrill?" I questioned."Uh-huh. I was a virgin until I was thirty. How do you feel about taking a girl's cherry?" She asked demurely.I took her into my arms and hugged her stroking her back and buttocks with both my hands. "I fell in love with the older version but this younger version will do very nicely thank you. You still going to let me suckle?" Oh yeah. I love the way you. I of course provided that for her, most of the time without a word being spoken. We were like actors in a silent movie without the exaggerated facial expression. Her body language told me how she wanted to be serviced and I would then perform like a trained monkey. That’s what I was, except I never uttered a sound. I was more like a shadowy figure she did not pay attention to except for the blow jobs. Even that was just a routine for her, like taking medicine for a cold. After breakfast I would. Red faced and extremely embarrassed she wrapped her dressing gown even tighter around her body and went down to start breakfast for Pete; she now feared awkward questions from Pete over breakfast and was confused when it was never mentioned.All day she thought that Pete would phone her and ask her about what had caused that wet patch on her side of the bed; but no call came; even stranger all day Pete puzzled how he could have made two wet patches on opposite sides of the bed and not have.