My mind was still reeling. I knew the scenario she'd painted more than likely would be the way things pan out, especially since it involved the Rever...nd. If the past was any indication, I knew after she's confirmed her impregnation, the Reverend would be by to "pray" with her in our bedroom. He always makes sure I'm home for these "prayers".Afterwards he seems to relish telling me to "tend to my wife". As he's leaving or playing with our the k**s, I go suck up his lusty mess. My wife is. One problem that I had though was making sure my son would not see this new stuff so I kept everything locked and hidden in a small trunk I had in my bedroom. My son was studying at university and had a girlfriend that he lived with most of the time, so he was seldom home but I did have to be careful, because he still had his room and he did come home to use it every once in a while. Anyway, it became almost a daily ritual for me to have a shower in the morning, then put on a girdle that. “Oh, don’t worry about that. I’m just glad you enjoyed. It certainly looked like you needed that.” My cock was softening, but not truly soft yet and I still felt a strong excitement in the situation. I wanted to prolong the situation with Lisa but really wasn’t sure in any way how to ask her what she wanted, or needed, even though I was pretty sure by now that whatever she wanted would be in my best interest. I needn’t have worried. When she was finished mopping up my cum, Lisa lifted my cock. She let the Landrace boar into the pen and he immediately went over and started sniffing and licking the sow’s cunt. His lips curled back with pleasure at the aroma and his dick started poking in and out of its sheath. It was not that fat, in fact it was more slender than most human dicks, but it had the most amazing corkscrew spiral at the tip. It jerked back and forth, oozing precum, and the end too, seemed to turn in circles. The room was filled with a wild smell. (In very small amounts boar.