"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. A gelded show piece doesn't work for me," I huffed, feeling my exasperation climbing at the conversation."Certainly not, she breeds the albino," he answered, sounding embarrassed and certain he shouldn't have spoken about it. His back stiffened at the slight to my honor."Well, you have a fine tale to tell now in her court. How you visited the Rock River, saw the most unusual man and then reunited with your host in the port and departed with many slaves and chattel," I snorted.Hawking's lopsided. " I mumbled."Ok, now I am going to finish up and then we can watch a movie. Ok?" Mom said as she took my dishes into the kitchen.Once she was out of the door, I had to rearrange my cock which had become bound up in my underware. No sooner had I shoved my hand down my pants, Mom popped her had back in to tell me to pick a movie and her eyes went directly to he hand that was buried in my shorts. Again she flashed that sweet innocent smile then ducked back into the kitchen. I really hadn't. I was really keen to reply to this ad but Helen pointed out that the husband was in his 40's. Seeing how dejected I looked, Helen agreed to write to them, she said his photo looked quite good, he seemed handsome and in good shape even though he was as old as her father.We corresponded and swapped photo's and arranged for them to visit us at our house. We had been nervous all day and at the appointed time the doorbell rang. I eagerly opened the door only to be very disappointed, the husband.