My eyes blinked open and I groaned again, the hungry mouth sucking so hard on my dick, one of my bimbo wives so eager for her morning vitamins.“Good...morning, husband,” Nicole beamed at me, her brown hair a mused mess. “It’s a wonderful morning.”“Uh-huh,” I groaned as my bimbo wife took more and more of my cock in her sweet mouth. I was on my side, snuggled against Nicole. Her hard nipple was right beneath my cheek. I nuzzled at it, batting it with my tongue.“Oh, Frank,” she giggled, vapid. "I suppose that sinceyour hormones are so out of normal parameters, your metabolism isreacting more like a woman's than a man's." Now that you are home we can begin exercising together and get yourmetabolism burning hotter," Sandi interjected. "Also, we'll have to beeven more diligent in your dieting."Johnny tried to change the direction of the conversation. "Mary, what'swith the measurements you took?" I wanted to record what I am seeing." And what is that?" he asked."The Sampson Syndrome. "The ability to think coherently had left my mind as words spewed out of my mouth before I ever thought them through. I had given in completely to him and the pleasure he was causing to fill me. My entire body was shaking atop him, my hands were trembling, my boobs were bouncing and smacking against my chest repeatedly. The sound of our skin smacking together with every down movement echoed in the room, filling any silence that had been there before. His hips thrust up against me as his lips. Sister Angela arrived by fishing boat early on the morning on a Sunday of worship to the teachings of the Lord. She was wearing the order’s version of African white garb except for the undies which were black as sin and sensuous to the touch.As the only female in the company of a number of sexually deprived males waiting their turn to pass up to heaven she was nervous and kept her long skirt pulled as far down her legs as possible hoping that she would not be the temptation these poor men had.