The subject eventually came up about the Pope and Jack bragged, "who, you mean Jorge, me and Jorge use to do mass in Buenos Aires when I lived in Arge...tina, a few years ago." That caused an uproar as one can imagine. The whole pub put in to prove him wrong this time and me being on worker's compo at the time was given the job of accompanying him to the Papal City. They let him in the main door of the Pope's digs but wouldn't let me enter as they didn't know me which I thought ominous. Of course. You have the best tasting cum I have ever had. And fuck me you cum hard, that was incredible!”“Thank you Sir. I am not used to a blow job. It was beautiful. Thank you sir.”“I want seconds.” I said as I stroked his still firm cock. I pulled him by the useful handle of his erection and bent him over, spanking his little cheeks until I was fully satiated with bum love. My hair matted and damp, lines of dirt had been smeared on our bodies as we grappled with each others sweaty bodies in the dusty,. So, Maureen said that it sounded like fun and made the hotel arrangements. As the weekend approached, she told me that she had invited Jane to go along and share a suite with us. If you recall from an earlier story, Jane, Maureen and I all went to school together and are good friends. We packed our things and picked up Jane on our way out of town, Jane was happy to see me (she was probably still thinking about the sex we had a few months ago), and we flirted back and forth during the trip,. .. we had been at sea for a mite long bit. The trouble started a few weeks ago in early December when we smartly took the prize of a nice smuggler's Barque that steered like a drunken ox, loaded to the gills with sweet dark Barbados rum just ready for some midnight trading with the Don's for some of their even sweeter silver. Wild Eye, called as such for his 'lazy eye' that don't quite meet yours like an honest sailor's should, demanded we do a full crew share split of the loot and that we beat.