Right away Cathy asked if he would like a beer. That was my first clue that something was going on. We never kept beer, or any liquor for that matter,... in the house. If any of my friends were coming over for a few drinks, they always knew to bring it with them. Either that or I would go to the store a few blocks down and buy some, but I never had it on hand.He accepted and Cathy went into the kitchen and got one for Harry as well as one for me. Harry was already sitting in the chair kitty corner. ‘Are you okay, Pastor?’ Manny asked obvious concern in his voice. ‘If you’re unable to make today’s service, I’m sure I could deliver a stirring Sermon…’Manny offered with a smile. ‘No, no, I’ll be coming around by the time we gather for worship, but thank you for the offer, Manny.’ Manny smiled broadly and nodded.’I guess the whole situation makes me feel uncomfortable. I mean, if I know what’s going on around the neighborhood, how much does everyone else know? As an outsider, I obviously. "I don't want to lay on my right side — it stings."She giggled — was it nervousness? And shuffled over so I could slide into bed and face her laying on my left side.I reached out, and stroked her cheek, gently, combed her hair back with my fingers, and caressed her neat ear. She shivered. I slid my left arm under her neck and drew her to me; we kissed as I stroked her shoulder and arm — she responded by caressing my back.My hand explored her side — caressing her waist and hip; I just love that. She had to be. It would be too cruel to deny her after all she'd been through. Besides, Elaine's hungry pussy was spasming in frustration, perspiration dripping down between her breasts. With shaking hands, she continued to tease herself, touching her vibe to her clit in the same way the man in the story was doing. Teasing. Tormenting.She was as determined as the girl in the tale. She wouldn't cum until she had permission. Once she had permission, she could cum. She could cum hard. As hard as.