An indiscreet masturbation phone sex invitation

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My life is pretty hectic. On the one hand I am always busy chasing the kids around–well “the kid” as the oldest is out of the nest. Then there is the next door neighbor’s son–the one I’m tutoring. No, this isn’t a story of me seducing him, although I certainly could. I know he likes me. He always sits very close and asks me questions to which I know he knows the answers. I just generally have never though about fucking someone younger–but we’ll leave that for another voyage into masturbation phone sex fantasy won’t we?

The tale I’m about to weave with my imagination deals with the boy’s father. He’s a prominent minister at a local church. He is charismatic and extremely flirtatious with the congregation. Now, you might wonder what a woman like me would be doing in a church after not going to church for awhile. Well, the son invited me. I guess he wanted me to see how “good” of a man he is. I couldn’t stop looking at the father though. I think I might have dampened the pew.

And the father definitely noticed me. The rumor mill generated enough smut for me to fill this blog. Apparently his masturbation phone sex forays extended to those females in mourning. He preferred the older sort. And of course he has the proverbial minister’s wife. She’s chooses to ignore her husband’s infidelities, but my guess is that things are pretty shitty at home for the son–thus why he spends so much time with me. The words the man speaks fall from his lips like fine gemstones from the tumbler. He’s smooth. I am immediately infatuated.

In fact, I start going to church regularly. This confused the pastor’s son. Only for a little while though because as you read this masturbation phone sex tale, I am holding in my hands a most indiscreet invitation.

The pastor’s son delivered it to me with a forlorn look in his eye. He knows his father is unfaithful and he also knows the letter invites me to indulge in a spiritual dalliance with the minister himself. I feel sorry for the young man, but my pussy craves the minister. What can I say?

So that leaves you–where are you in this equation? Well, you are the minister aren’t you? And you and I are going to indulge in our fantasies of the flesh–the sinful kind. I can’t wait to feel your diamond-studded tongue licking my hot slit and making me cum all over your pristine face.

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