“I spoke to Father Russ about this, and he said he would meet us when we got to John’s grave. I called him right after you called me and he should... be waiting for us,” said Grandma.“I really appreciate this, Grandma,” said Teresa.“John will appreciate the company. He was always a chatty fellow,” she laughed.Pastor Russ was waiting for us in the drive nearest the grave. He took Grandma’s arm and helped her across the grass. We looked at the headstone; Grandpa’s name was on the left, with his. But of course it could never be the flesh and blood that is you. In my mind I talk to Rick, my trucker fucker supreme – but sometimes, like last week, I take on my bi-mode and enjoy the opportunity that sometimes, as a motel owner, comes to me. When poor Patsy was stranded and had nowhere to go, she’s lost her purse having stayed here in a room for three days, I thought at first it was an excuse not to pay, but her tears said she was genuine. What could a guy do other than to offer her another. I wish you could see how your asshole caves back and forth with my dick pumping in and out of you," Jerry said. I imagined it. I was dreaming of the sight of it. I pumped myself quickly into a frenzy and I knew I was going to cum.With no prompting, Jerry announced that he was going to cum. Wow, perfect timing. That was a first! I kept my thoughts to myself and just enjoyed the moment as I started to squirt. I shot my load straight down towards the wooden floor. "Fuck, did you just cum on my. Jen looked at Katie and smiled."Ok, we?ll see you in a bit. Bye" Jen said before closing the phone."Tuesday is going to be interesting for you Morgan." Tuesday?" Katie asked. "What is going to happen Tuesday?" Morgan, why don't you tell your girlfriend?" Jen asked with a wickedsmile."Mom made my punishment full time, because I wanted a pair of overalls"Katie?s Eyes got really wide, and she had this huge grin on her face.She gave me a hug."Remember it's a play and don't let any one pick on you.".