I saw chrome; sunlight reflecting painfully off the chrome frame of a wall mirror. Noise intruded in the form of a constant background hubbub. Smell a...rived; rubbing alcohol, Pine-Sol floor cleaner. The sheets felt rough, starched, institutional."How are you feeling, Mr. McDaniel?"Just turning my head hurt. My brain was painful. An Asian nurse smiled at me as she picked up a digital thermometer from the bedside table. Pressing a button, she bent over me and thrust it into my mouth."Srrr," I. I had waited years to repay her and sliding into her bushy cunt I had to distract myself to keep from cumming. To my delight she was tighter than expected, partly due to her not having been with her ex for a couple months now and as she pointed out, my cock was considerable bigger than his was. Sandra moaned as I looked around the room for distractions, reading various shit, counting things etc…to take my mind off how good she felt in order to go longer. My eventually numb cock was now ready to. Or even fantasizing about it. I drank my coffee and did just that. Imagined what it would be like to feel his strong arms around me. Just how good a kisser he would be. Thinking about his butt encased in that tight dusty denim, there was no doubt that the man would have the power for nice long slow strokes. ‘Damn,’ I cursed as I realized that I had probably gotten myself more worked up and hotter than I ever had been in all my years of marriage. Hell, not even reading about sexy purple aliens. I know many have left and gone to other churches. What is worse, some are just no longer going. It hurts to see our efforts torn down by a fool in such a short time. I know the D.S. and I am going to call on him privately. I hope he doesn’t know the extent of what’s happening in our church.“That tears it. Karen and Brad will marry before he can be moved. A marriage at our church is no longer a possibility.” He glanced in his rear-view mirror. “You two need to talk with the other two, Melissa.