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. ...ever 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. Aloud I said, “Guilty! I’m here all week seeing suppliers.”“Me too!” replied Steve as he turned to face me. And subtly slide closer to me while maintaining eye contact with me. Now we were sitting very close together. Almost touching and I had a raging hard-on. I glanced down in hopes of getting another glace at that respectable bulge Steve kept in the front of that Speedo but the spa bubbles blocked my view. When I looked back up and met Steve’s gaze, there was a glint in his eye and a. I pointed out where they were, as I knew the café as a regular customer. She stood up and knocked one of the shopping bags over and the plastic container of thongs, which I thought I had left with the man inside, rolled across the wooden decking and came to rest at the foot of an elderly lady sitting at one of the other tables.I began to laugh as the elderly lady picked up the container and held it with wrinkled hands, studying it with curiosity. “Are these yours dear?” she asked. Lorraine. She plugs it in, turns it on. Vikki and Melissa giggle some as it starts to vibrate. Nicole slowly inserts the curved end of the vibrator, into Becca’s pussy. “Ohhhhhhh!” Becca moans sitting up almost right away, only to be pushed back down by Nicole. Nicole smiles as she continues to fuck Becca’s pussy with it. Melissa and Vikki start to rub their pussies as they watch. Nicole then pulls out what looks like an egg with a cord attached to it. “Vikki, will you be a doll and lube this up for me.