“I haven’t liked to say so before my dear, at least not outside in the street, but now we’re in the privacy of my lounge and there’s just the ...wo of us.” She drew a deep breath. “I would like to offer my condolences on the demise of your aunt.”It was five years since Aunt J died and I suspect ‘belated’ was inadequate after so long a period, nevertheless I expressed my gratitude. “Thank you. You’re most kind.”“As I say, I would have wished to have offered solace earlier, except it seemed best to. Think about it."I went back to my room and then to the computer. I looked up lots of things on it just to avoid thinking about The Monk. I was pretty sure he didn't get that nickname because he was celibate. Then again he had paid Gypsy. He was also trying to make a deal with me. Maybe the Monk was celibate in his own way. Maybe he had attachment problems. I knew I had them, but I wasn't sure I was ready for birds of a feather and all that.I crawled under the blankets and imagined sex with Monk. As she listens to the music her eyes lose focus on him and the music takes control of her body, and she starts to dance around the fire for her pleasure and his. She drank in his emotions through the music, and her image swam around the fire and intoxicated his soul to a higher fervor. Every so often she would look away from the fire, and look into his eyes, and see the rising passion. Her body so supple, yet strong, and above all else, so vibrant, her light form so graceful and elegant, yet. "Not me." Trish cooed as she slid off her chair and went to her knees. "I much prefer your sweet, hot pussy!"Rebecca sucked in a breath as she opened her legs and yanked up her skirt. Her bald cunt spread with her thighs, allowing a thick drool of fuck lube to escape from her pink hole. Trish fastened her lips around the weeping entrance, lapping up the mature woman's cum as it dribbled out."Suck it out of me, Trish!" Rebecca groaned. "I love the way you do that!"Trish pushed her tongue deep.