A sleepy Sandra asked, “Are you going for breakfast, Mr Robertson?”“Yes. Care to join me? Did you have a busy night?”“Yes, several nappy cha...ges, and a couple of mums came through to feed their babies during the night.”“All well, otherwise?”“Yes, sir. I am hungry now, so if I can rush ahead and stuff my face with a buttered roll and get some juice, that would be great. Please order a full cooked breakfast for me, if you are having one. Just no black pudding, please; I can’t abide these things. Shirley was now getting into it and it had become the fucking that she needed. They were moving quickly and Shirley's first orgasm in months caused by a hard cock arrived."Shit, fucking hell, umm, fuck," shouted Shirley as Steve rammed her and their bodies starting sweating. On and on the fucking went as they writhed on the bed and Shirley kept cumming. She had never known fucking to be so good.Steve was getting ready to unload and he decided to warn Shirley. "Fuck, I am close, I am gonna cum,". I sent a strings of sorry messages but all in vain, no reply came, and i slept cussing myself.I woke up to a notification tone, it was hers,” Good morning :)”. i jumped out of joy that it actually worked and she got the hint, all i had to do now is to confirm this. Slowly i started to take notice of her and more often stare at her assets. She knew i am ogling at her, but she didnt said anything, just a blank expression on her face and i understood that she doesn’t mind at all. now our chats. “I will take the plate, and may taste a little.” “Shall I sit with you? To take your mind from the storm, perhaps?” “Bless you, Emma, join the others and while away the evening.” I returned her smile, leaving her to her fears. My hunger was greater than my sense of civic duty. We travelling companions set to the food, washed down with more mead, the warmth filling me, the aches dulling somewhat. The Reverend was having his fill, and more besides. I doubted the driver would have a peaceful.