"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. Finally, Sandra rose up and straddled me, a hungry leer on her face as she took my cock in hand and placed it between her quavering and dripping wet labia. "Give me that big cock, you nasty daughter fucker!" she hissed as she slowly sank down my cock – her filthy sneer slowly replaced by an expression of almost angelic ecstasy as she impaled herself on my hard pole.I watched in awe as my wife began to ride me – slowly rising up and down on my cock, picking up speed as she fucked – her large,. . ' I didn't hear any more, this last revelation was just too much for my libido to take. My darling, quiet, shy little housewife had been FUCKED by two men. I came and I came, I was totally lost to the world as my orgasm took complete charge of my entire being. I collapsed on top of her.Slowly I regained my senses and lifted myself off her. She sucked in air as my weight moved off her petite body.'I don't know what's to do with me; I shouldn't be getting turned on bythis. I should be annoyed. I shook my head, “That was VERY strange!”“Do you mind if I ask why you went to the Mayo Clinic?” Ryanne asked.“Not at all. Nobody knows what’s wrong with me, really. I have these odd fainting spells in certain types of stressful circumstances. The working theory is a congenital problem with my hypothalamus that is messing with my endocrine system, making me susceptible to syncope - fainting - in response to adrenaline. There isn’t anything that can be done because it’s not a tumor or anything.