His hip slid forward, trying to find that spot with my finger. I laughed, and followed his movements, not allowing him to lead. A few minutes of this,...and I allowed my hand to flatten against him and wrapped my fingers around him, giving him another squeeze. It’s important to offer some more focused stimulation along with the tease, as the tease is often not quite enough. The wrapping of my fingers and the squeeze renew the intensity for him, and his hips try fucking my hand.I backed off, just. .. haven’t you heard of the Commandment, ‘Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain’?” Pastor Myers started to preach again.“Strange, I don’t recall Jehovah answering to the name ‘fuck’, do you, kids?” I laughed, as they snickered, while I finally pushed Pastor Myers and his deacons out and slammed the door in their faces.“Evidently, that’s their idea of ‘visitation, ‘ to wake a middle-aged guy from his cat nap in a motel room with his kids, after one of their parishioners kicked. It was nearly a two mile walk. The dinner was held at what was called the fellowship hall. Basically a large roofed pavilion. It had removable walls so it could be used in the winter or the summer. There were a bunch of long tables where everyone sat. I was greeted warmly by a lot of people I didn’t know. My wife and daughter, not so much. They weren’t outright snubbed, but neither were they greeted with open arms. The dinner was nice, if a little bland. People kept stopping by to congratulate. Bartand shuffled closer, as the bed would allow as Pixie cupped his balls with one hand and her other hand closed around his rod. She slowly turned it left to right, looking at it and brought herself closer across the bed to the manhood before her.She looked up at Bartand's face, and smiled."Is this how you like it my love, my mouth upon it?" Pixie asked stroking.Bartand breathed hard nodding.She smiled, breathing hard that she was making Bartand so aroused for her. She moved closer, and kissed.