.. um ... think ... I can, Rick,” the Pastor stammered out. With no immediate response from me, she continued, “I have to write my sermon for Sund...y’s congregational gathering,” she said with more determination in her voice.“You can do it tomorrow, I want you here tonight.”“Yes, Rick,” the pastor responded in a vanquished tone of voice.“Wear something sexy for me, Alexis.”“Yes, Rick, I will,” the pastor answered.“Bring Sasha with you,” I commanded the pastor.“I will if she wants to come. Or. "Pam. I can't believe this, but I'm all shopped out," Helen laughed. Both women clutched bags with new purchases, mostly for Helen."Helen, I know, but I see one more place we need to go." Suiting her actions to her words, Pam took Helen's hand and pulled her into a store that specialized in woman's clothing of the more intimate kind. Helen protested, but rather feebly, as Pam led her to one rack after another in search of different outfits. Spurred on by the younger woman, Helen purchased. We both felt very relaxed and comfortable with each other as the conversation flowed. I told him that one of the things I really enjoyed was being naked and he said that if that was how I felt comfortable then it was fine. I stood up and removed my clothes, folding them and placing them on the chair by the sofa. It felt so good to be totally naked in front of this sixty-year-old man and when I sat down again my hand instinctively went down to my cock and started rubbing it. I felt totally at. I was frozen by his touch and his flattery and the thought that maybejust maybe . . . He seemed emboldened by my stupor and the fact that I hadnt pulled away. His middle finger pushed between my lips and he said, Yeah, you like that, dont you boy? Yeah, you like that. He circled my mouth again, then asked, You ever seen a grown mans cock? Bet you havent but bet you would, wouldnt you Brynn? Just as a fever was rising within me, he pulled his finger away and poured two small glasses half full.