"My friends," he began, "as we prepare to end this morning's service andgo out to enjoy this glorious day that our Lord has given us, I remindyou that... there is work yet to be done. The town council will be meetingWednesday in this very room to consider our petition regarding ShamusO'Toole's foul brew. I ask you to join with me Wednesday night to showyour support for this measure. And I invite you to join with me now insinging a most appropriate closing hymn, 'Song of Exodus.' Yes, sing. My mind was racing. I continued to move down into position wondering how I should respond. The hell with it. In all likely hood all I had coming from Melissa was another wonderful ride on my shoulders and a quick goodbye. I may as well speak my mind."I don't think it's weird at all. I love the way pantyhose feel. Actually I love the way they look to." This was sink or swim time. With any luck I hadn't over played my hand. She stepped close to mount me once again."So I'm guessing you don't mind. I pull the top you are wearing open to free your breast as I keep playing with them. I take my hand from your pussy and bring it to my mouth and suck your juices from my fingers. You taste so good I say as I move my cock so it starts to rub along you pussy and hit your clit. The feel of your hot wet pussy rubbing along my cock is driving me mad. I move you to the seat in the room and drop to my knees. I spread your legs apart and see your pussy glistening with your juices. I move my head. I began to thrust, moving just my hips.With each thrust, she whimpered, until, with a deep thrust, I camedeep inside her; more like turning on a faucet than an explosion.The energy level in the entire room was dropping; the sounds ofpassion around me had dropped to mere whimpers, sighs and in at leastone case, a snore.I lay atop the woman, physically exhausted. After a little bit, shepushed gently on my side, and I rolled off of her. Was it myimagination, or was there a gentle hiss filling.