Then they got dressed and visited the public washrooms to clean up. While going to the washroom, Cricket replayed the scene of the Pope and Cardinal i... Mark’s mind.They then went to the soup kitchen and started making breakfast. Unfortunately, without knowing how much breakfast to make, they simply chose 12 servings. Anything they didn’t use would just get recycled, anyway.Sure enough, within minutes Nicholas and Sonja were arriving at the new outreach centre and Mark was offering them. On instinct, I slid my tongue the length of her slit. “Wooh!” she squealed.“Is that your clitoris?” Before she answered, I licked her clit again. “I know what to do.”As I leaned my head down and wrapped my lips around her twitching hood, she grabbed my face and pulled my mouth away.“No, you don’t.” She let my face go and sat up. “First, that’s not a good pussy-eating position.”I begrudgingly moved off of her and kneeled at the edge of the bed. She moved closer to the edge and placed her legs on. Her skimpy white bikini bottom stretched across her perfect round ass so tightly that I could make out the thick lips of her young twat.I took that as my queue and suggested, "I may be able to make that happen."He looked at me then back over at the blonde."Maybe not with that", I commented, "the girls that I have in mind are a bit older and more experienced."That seemed to get his attention."You know all this work that I've been doing lately", I asked."Yeah, half of the old ladies in town have. I made out a plan and she agreed. I booked a ticket by an early morning train from Cuttack to Vizag where I belong and by earlier evening reached from Paradip and booked a A/c. railway retiring room. I had few drinks from nearby bar and waited for herin good mood. As per the plan she was to reach railway station by evening and stay with me and catch next day morning bus to her native. She arrived at 7.00 PM and took her to my railway retiring room, and as I often used to stay and by tipping the.