As the felt my body start to get close to orgasm, I used my legs to lift myself up off the chair slightly, humping up against the Hitachi even more an... feeling my body shake with need to release. My thighs trembled with the strain and sweat began forming on my forehead and ran down in tiny rivulets between my heaving, panting tits. Just when I thought I couldn't take a second more, I heard a voice from deep within the fog. His voice. "Stop," He commanded. I pulled the vibrator away only seconds. At least she hadn’t demanded any foreplay. He hadn’t had to kiss her. He had, however, had to look at her naked body. Not that she’d had much on when he’d arrived, just some thin flimsy muumuu thing… but at least it had hidden all the wrinkles and the folds of skin that were hanging off her thin body. Her tits hung down to the middle of her belly, flat against her body except for the nipples that seemed to jut out just above her navel on either side. She’d taken a condom and a tube of lube from. I imagine the Pope wasn't going to be talking much about it either."Mister Thompson," I said with a smile. "You can call me Mister Thompson, sweetie. Never master." Okay, Mister Thompson," she said. "Where's my mommy and daddy?" Your mommy had to go away with your brother and sisters," I said, "and you hid out here so you could see the Pope when he came to visit your daddy. Your daddy's upstairs. He'll be okay."She took a long look at the Pope and then ran up to find her dad. The Pope just. Our bodies pressed against each other you begin to finger me gently to get a rise out of me. You slide two fingers into my now soaked pussy coating your hand with my heat and fluid.My hand finds its way down your smooth chest until I reach the band of your blue briefs placing my hand inside eager to feel the length of your dick. I’m hot and sense you are as well, I start sliding my hand up and down giving you one hot hand job. I need to, want to get you off!You push me away aggressively turning.