Not good. I can ... eh ... listen ... but not eh...”That sentence took him at least twenty seconds, so I said:“Well, as long as he’s here, you c...n speak Italian. I understand a little. If not, we can ask him,” I said, nodding to Vincenzo. We passed the storm drain and Father George looked down it with a wistful look. He stooped to pick up some vegetables that hadn’t fallen into it, but they were really too far gone for human consumption.Father George told me it wasn’t very far, which suited me. They both started finger fucking her. Her slippery wetness and aroused scent filled the air in the cabana. Joan put an arm around each of them and pulled them to her breasts. Her neck and chest were flushed bright red, her breathing was shallow and excited and her legs were slightly parted revealing a very moist cunt. Both Harry and Vic took a breast, caressed it, kneaded it, then licked and sucked her nipples. They caressed her whole body. The sounds in the room were heavy breathing, licking. I had my left leg up and angled and the right stretched out along the bench so I could touch my getting hard cock while I looked. A few time she started to rub the moisture off around her chest and off her legs. I am sure if we hadn't have had that old boy come in and disturb the steamy atmosphere she would have started to get a bit more naughty. as the old git sat down next to me I had to be careful that he didn't see me rubbing my now hard cock through my swim shorts. She pulled both her legs. "I sat down after her and looked down not wanting to look intothese sparkling eyes again. I knew I'd get lost in them. Thiswoman was captivating and she knew it. She grabbed my chin andslowly lifted it to her eye level."I am really surprised to find a bearded man wearing stockings.Why don't you shave at least?" She shook her head. "I mean youare parading around in stockings and don't even shave. Jeez,this is a paradox in itself. Who are you? Oh before you start,don't give me any bullshit."I.