” The pastor flipped the switch that Jason had used as an on-the-air signal, and Thelma began playing an improvised jazz prelude.“Thelma’s quite...a jazz organist,” Jason remarked. “I do think jazz is what sounds best on a Hammond B-3.”The pastor kept an eye on his watch. He stepped out of his office and disappeared behind a curtain. Thelma improvised a coda to her jazz number and began playing the processional -- Handel’s Water Music.Ang stepped through the curtain and then Jason. The pastor. . Yes, we gossip about each other, but the unwritten rule was always that it stayed within the 'gay circle'. History shows that famous gay men were able to enjoy a gay lifestyle in relative security, because although many men 'knew' about them, the gossip rarely strayed where it shouldn't - outside the circle and into general society. Perhaps that's because 'spilling the beans' about a secretly gay man would by default 'out' the guy doing the spilling? We kept things on the down low, but we. I released her tits and her clit, placing both my hands back on her firm ass. I continued thrusting my cock in and out of her roasting pussy, feeling my orgasm getting closer and closer, pushing myself to the edge. I spread her ass cheeks apart a bit more, so I could see my cock fucking her pussy, and I placed one of my thumbs against her puckered ass hole and pressed gently. She gasped at this but didn’t stop me. I then felt her hand reach down between her legs and begin to play with her clit. It was funny, the three weeks Dave was away went by fairly quickly. Being removed from it all had its advantages; I wasn’t as concerned about it on a day to day basis. It was like he was away safe and sound preparing for the fight, so there was nothing for me to worry about. I went about my business unperturbed. Huffman had actually done a good job so far, so there was no reason to think he wouldn’t continue to do so. Marie showed up once or twice to say hello, she didn’t seem too worried.