The Preacher, His Wife, and Me
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I’m Dirk. I live in a middle-class neighborhood in a semi-rural area. There is a gentleman in my neighborhood named Paul who says he is a preacher. As far as I know Paul is not the pastor of any church. He told me that he is on call to fill in for pastors of congregations when they want to go on a vacation or take time off for other reasons. I have no reason to not believe him. Frequently, Paul takes walks around our neighborhood, and if he sees me outside he usually stops to talk with me for a while and sometimes offers up a prayer for me and members of my family that I may mention to him. Sometimes, on the days when our trash is picked up, he will wheel my trash cart, if it has been emptied, back up my driveway to my carport. He seems to be a good and helpful neighbor. Yesterday I was out near the end of my driveway when Paul came walking down the street with Erzurum Escort his wife, Darla. This was the first time I had seen Paul’s wife. Darla is an attractive lady. She has a pleasant smile, kissable glossy red lips, nice sized rather prominent boobs, and a “come-hither” gleam in her eyes,a flirty and totally desirable, sensuously sexy woman. I was instantly attracted to her, as she must have been to me. There was some sort of electric chemistry sparking back and forth between the two of us from the moment we saw one another. After Paul had introduced his wife to me, the three of us chatted innocently for quite a while about how nice the weather is, our neighborhood, and things in general. Just before they left, Darla took a step backward so as to be out of Paul’s line of vision. She looked me straight in the eye, puckered her Erzurum Escort Bayan lips, then stuck her middle finger between her lips and pumped it in and out a few times, blew me a kiss, and winked at me. I read her message loud and clear and my cock was instantly aroused. Then Paul and Darla departed and continued walking on down the street. I saw Darla lean over, nudge Paul, point back toward me, and say something. Then, I noticed that Paul nodded his head in what appeared to be affirmation to whatever Darla had said to him. I knew that they would walk to the end of our street and then return back past my home on the way back to theirs, and I wanted them to stop again so I could check out Darla more carefully. I went down my driveway and broke a branch off of my rosemary bush and took it back out to the street to wait for them Escort Erzurum to come back by. When they got back, I said, “Darla, do you know what this is?” as I showed her the branch of rosemary. She asked, “Is it some sort of fern?” I told her it was not, and urged her to smell it. She did, and then said, “Oh, this smells divine.” I said, “Some things taste even better than they smell. You can use rosemary to flavor foods when you cook.” Darla responded, “Dirk, I enjoy tasting new flavorful things. Is this mine to keep?’ I said, “Of course, Darla, and if you ever want more of it I have plenty to share with you anytime you go lacking.” Darla sensed what I was discreetly saying and she winked at me as she licked her lips. Then she turned to Paul, and said, “Honey, why don’t you invite this nice man to a cookout at out place? We discussed that a few minutes ago and you said it was a great idea.” Paul said, “Certainly, Pet,” Then, he turned to me and asked if I could come up to their place later in the afternoon. I told him I would be delighted to enjoy their company. So, it was arranged that I would go to their place around 5 o’clock.
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