"So tell me, Manny, why is it that you came to see me?" Pastor O'Malley asked kindly.
"Well Pastor, I just get the feeling, that there aren't any good people left in our neighborhood. You know, everyone's like sleeping around and prostituting for fun and profit, and I think the whole neighborhood is going to Hell," Manny replied, his hands fidgeting so much he was almost wringing them.
Pastor raised an eyebrow and Manny's skin instantly flushed.
"Well, everyone except for you and your wife, Pastor," Manny quickly corrected. "I'm pretty sure the Allen boys have yet to be tainted by the Gomorrah that has become our community, but I can't be sure."
"Well, Mr. Adams, how does that make you feel?" Pastor asked quickly. Manny noticed his face was a little flush and he seemed to be sweating a little, even in the air-conditioned church office.
"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 have a clearer perspective and I'm not looking through lust-tinted glasses at everything, but do husbands and wives know how unfaithful their partners are? Does the sacrament of marriage mean nothing to these people?" Manny asked, excitement and ire raising in his voice.
Pastor smiled gently and waved Manny down before he got too excited and stood up. "Manny, I assure you, these problems will work themselves out," Pastor said. He paused to clear his throat, taking a sip from a glass of water on his desk before continuing. Manny looked at him, highly concerned. Again, Pastor quelled his concerns with a gentle smile and a small shake of his head. "It's nothing, Manny, I've just been a little under the table....I mean, whether...lately. I do appreciate your concern, though," Pastor said, clearing his throat again.
"Pastor, I don't want these problems to work themselves out, I want to be able to intervene and solve them before the moral turpitude drives our once-fair community into the biblical annals of the living prophets and Cherry Hill becomes the new Babylon," Manny continued his rant, growing again. Pastor quieted him down again with a gentle face and a subtle wave.
"Manny, as I said, these problems have a way, of working themselves out. I appreciate your concern, but trust me, as far as my counseling goes for our little community, extra-marital affairs take a back seat to other issues in the home. I will, however, be on the look out for any activities that our Lord would look down upon and seek to council the offenders," Pastor said warmly, with a hint of sternness in his voice.
"I'm glad you think that's the best course, Pastor," Manny said with a smile. "I do think that I would like to take a more proactive approach to this problem, however. If you ever think you need assistance in talking some sense into any of our straying neighbors, please, Pastor, come to me first," Manny continued. Pastor flushed heavily and Manny could see sweat breaking out across his brow again. He shifted in his seat and leaned a little heavier on his desk than he'd been before.
"Manny, you will be the first I come to if I need help in discussing this situation with any of our neighbors," Pastor said, clearing his throat again. He quickly smiled at Manny to subdue any thoughts of concern on the young man's face. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a little preparation to do before today's call to worship."
"Oh, of course, Pastor I just wanted to make sure I wasn't the only one, seeing the problem in our neighborhood," Manny said smiling and standing. Pastor scooted forward in his chair a little bit and extended his hand to Manny. The 35-year old virgin took it and shook it vigorously.
"No, Manny, I've been aware of the issue for sometime now, I was just waiting for the right time to address it," Pastor confirmed with a smile. Manny looked as if he was going to say something, but he shut his mouth and nodded. He walked out the door, shutting it behind him and Pastor leaned back in his chair, sighing heavily. His hands fell to his lap after rubbing his eyes, his fingers tangling in the silken blonde strands covering his lap.
"Mmm, that was close," Pastor moaned out, his eyes closing and his breath deepening.
"I was hoping to make you cum," Alex's voice rang up, muffled by the Pastor's cock.
"You were adding to the debauchery of our good neighborhood, leading us down the path of a modern Sodom," Pastor said sternly. Alexis couldn't help but laugh.
"And here you are, a Pastor, getting a blow job from a neighbor girl, in church, before service, with your wife not 50 feet away, thinking you're preparing for your sermon," Alex laughed, pushing Pastor O'Malley out from his desk. She stood up and straightened her pink sun dress, crossing her arms under her breasts.
"And to think, here you are, blowing your Pastor in the church, knowing his wife could come in any second," Pastor said, running his hand up the left thigh of the girl before him. His thumb snaked under the hem of her short dress and felt her juices on her inner thighs a split second before he felt the heat of her blonde pussy. He continued up and his fingers found her naked pussy, hot, wet, and waiting for his touch. She leaned back against his desk, purring, as he lifted the front of her dress to her waist. He leaned forward and licked down her exposed pussy, tasting her juices for the first time.
