Again Celia had taken no time off and David felt shy of bringing up the matter again, but Celia clearly wasn’t. On Sunday evening after the children... were abed, she sat nearer to him in the living room.“Well, David,” she said with a cheerful smile, “the four weeks are up. What d’you want to do?”“Do?” he asked puzzled. “I don’t follow?”“Cast your mind back to when I first arrived. You didn’t want me to stay, so I invited you to give me a trial for four weeks, two weeks before you went back to. “You have to be her first everything. Her first kiss, her first touch, her first penetration.”“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to upset you. Any other major revelations for me?”“No,” she giggled. “I do have some friends you aren’t aware of.”“Why didn’t you invite them to our lunch table? Why keep them secret?”“Because they wouldn’t fit in to our group. And some of them don’t go to Milford.”“What makes you say that they won’t fit in? Our group is about as accepting as can be. The only issue was when. "You mean you're going to let them?" I croaked."Maybe," she said. "I don't know yet. But probably. All the girls I know let boys fuck them. I didn't understand it until yesterday, but thanks to your wonderful teaching I get it now." She grinned. "I mean I purely loved your tongue in my pussy, and they say that fucking feels even better."Now she was making ME responsible for turning her into a slut. "You can't do this, Jill," I moaned."Bob, I can't just stop," she said patiently. "If felt too. She didn't know him very well, having met him only once or twice before. And she was at first embarrassed by his attention. But she was soon smiling at his talk. And she found herself encouraging him."You and Cal are good friends, I hear," he said at one point, letting his eyes take in the lush flow of her cleavage."Oh no! Has he been telling you all about that?" she blushed. Under any other circumstances, she might have been mad that Cal had been talking about her. But she was still.