.....You don't mind?" I asked.I reached out with my hand again and wrapped my fist around the head of his cock. I slowly began to move my hand up and ...own the hard shaft, making it all slippery. His hips began to move a little bit and I removed my hand from his hard and dancing hot cock to delay his cum and also I wanted to see him doing this."I think I better stop and let you do it or I won't get to watch you." I leaned back and sat back down across from him.He wrapped one hand around his. I found that Mike hands were starting to find their way to forbidden places and linger longer than they had before and it was as if he was replacing his loss of 'voyeuristic privileges' with his grabby/feely groping. Often either of us would hide and spring out or sneak up and try to wrestle the other to the floor and make him surrender and beg for release. This had always been a fairly innocent activity but the last time Mike had sprung on me it was from behind my bedroom door and he hustled. She was stunned by listening to all this she said what.Me: You only said that man put there penis into vagina so I was trying to put my too but I was unable to put my penis in to your vagina. During all this conversation my penis got erect. All of a sudden I said look maa what is happening to my penis she saw and said its normal beta but maa, its hurting. She said okay beta go to bedroom I am coming with medicine. I went to bedroom and she came after a minute or so and said show me what. Ms. Ryanne handed Lynette a box of Kleenex from her second row pew, and my girlfriend quickly pulled out a handful of those tissues. She handed a few of them out to me, and then to our other teary eyed friends.“That was a wonderful song, Mike,” Mr. Robertson said as I slipped in their pew after Lynette moved beside her dad.“We’ll be praying for the folks you were praying for, Mike,” Ms. Dillon added as she leaned forward to give me a sweet smile.“Thanks,” I softly said and leaned over against.