Opening my mouth I slid Mr Stevens cock in and started to slowly move my head up and down.I was now bent over and sideways on to Mr Stevens who was en...oying the moment as he continued to fondle my behind. I could feel the zipper on my skirt being pulled down and the securing button undone, then with an ease of motion my skirt was pulled down from me. I stepped out of my skirt whilst continuing to suck on the head of Mr Stevens cock. His hand now explored my nylon covered behind, squeezing each. The light shows that it is nearer supper than lunch. He looks up as his young wife enters the house. “You are late Vittoria.” “Pardon, Venuccio, he made me sit a long time today.” “But he progresses?” “I hope so. He was later than usual. He says he has to be everywhere.” “Yes, sometimes he sleeps only three hours. The work on the ceiling is nearly complete, but it is delayed. His Holiness grows weary.” “But it must be an enormous job. How does he do it?” “He has a special framework. I haven’t. I felt his hand graze down my hair and down my back. His hand reached the bare skin of my ass and I felt his warmness. I felt a little bit of precum trickle on the tip of my penis. Mike's hand continued down my ass to my asshole, grazing over that. His hand reached the bottom of my scrotum and he kept his hand there, lightly rubbing. John said that we arrived at our room. He opened a door and we walked in. John immediately went towards the bathroom, leaving me and Mike alone. He was still. My real plan was just about buying us some time to have some fun, as well as get showered and ready for the evening. We had been allocated rooms on the same corridor, but not next to each other, which was a relief, as I didn't want Jenny to overhear anything that may occur in our room. As we entered our room, I smiled: the twin beds were close together, with no furniture in between them. Mike and I looked at each other with a grin. Mike said, "It’s looking good to me." We quickly.