Two can play at that game I thought. I sat down just up from them and removed my top. I started to rub sunblock all over my body making especially pro...ocative movements across my breasts, which I may add, are not small. I saw that I had their attention, although they tried not to make it obvious. There shots were becoming poorer and the ball hitting the sand more often. God I loved this, being watched by two black dudes. I had to get them so hot that they would cream their jocks. My hand. The Pope. The fount of all evil in the world.But the Pope himself was just a figurehead. Somewhere behind there, buried deep, was something else. The Illuminati? Thorn didn’t think so, that was itself just a false-flag front put up, to be publicly shot down again as a myth, both by the Vatican and others. Thorn just knew that whatever it was, was buried deep inside the Vatican.Thorn had been brought up by lapsed Anglican parents, but had gone to a Catholic school ‘because it was the best school. She moved her hand towards my pant, I removed my belt and freed my pant for her, let her feel the bulge and feel the fight of my cock which was trying to come out, I opened my zipper and my boxer, she got hold of my rock hard dick, my dick had few pre-cum because of the kissing and fondling act, she bend down as I rested on the seat rest, she reached to my dick and started to stroke it gently and made up and down movement I was in heaven and pulled her head towards my dick and made her suck it,. Once he let go, he wanted every last inch of her, taking as the primal anger and lust burnt him up. But once again she pushed and pushed, going until he snapped. The feeling of her delicate throat as he pushed her against the bedroom wall sent a special thrill through him. Her smile was triumphant and he tightened his grip, delighting in her choked attempts to find her breath. Leaning forward, he kissed her hard on the lips. Blood rushed like a drugged cocktail through his veins, engorging.