My hand is otherwise engaged behind me. I slip it into my bag and pull out your vibrator. Then just before I press it to your clit I switch it on. A m...ajor groan escapes your lips and this echoes around the cove. Your eyes open wide startled by the echo. You realise what it is, and close your eyes, smile and just enjoy the sensations coursing through your body.After a few minutes of this your hand goes down to mine and you say "Stop, wait." You look around. "Ah! there it is," you say, "Come on.". I went around the shops and ended up at the newsagency. Seeing that the lotto had a six million draw tonight I purchased a quick pick ticket with my golden casket card. Placing the ticket in my wallet I rejoined the girls at the Shelf cafe. A nice place to eat. We had lunch and just about to leave when Lorraine came into the centre. She saw us, then looked at Pam.Peter wanted to get some Lego for his Speed collection of cars. I left the girls and took Peter. We spent some 15 minutes He had. Michel looked very much how I had expected, except that he was younger than I had imagined. I guessed he was forty, give or take a couple of years. Even though he was dressed casually, he couldn't hide the fact that he was a businessman through and through. He had a square, closely-shaven face with an energetic lower jaw. He gave me the impression of someone who is used to hearing 'Yes, Sir. No, Sir. Certainly, Sir. Sorry, Sir.' and never any disagreement.I'm not very good at estimating the age. Sara never married the man who impregnated her, according to her, he was just a cock in a hole in a wall, a 'Gloryhole Father'.I sat a little dumbfounded at her expression, 'You do know what a Gloryhole is Mariel', she said a little exasperated.'Yes', I retorted, 'but you're a beautiful woman, why'? Turns out Sara was a closet back-door girl who frequented places with known 'Glory-holes', 'I like to blow men', she said, 'I think you learn more about a guy when his dick is in your mouth'.Maybe.