"Well, I wouldn't go so far as to say that," said the reverend. "Sexual mores have changed in the past few years, and these things are more or less accepted today."

"Are you condoning them?" she screamed, her eyes flashing with anger.

"No," he calmly answered. "But I'm not condemning them either."

"I can't believe you," she whispered, her body trembling as she stepped in front of him. "You're a man of God, and you're condoning their filthy behavior."

"I'm a minister," he softly said. "I'm not the judge."

"You filthy beast!" she screamed, hysterically slapping him across the face. Momentarily stunned from the unexpected blow, he grabbed the woman's shoulders and began shaking her.

"I hate you!" she sobbed, unaware that the front of her gown had fallen open from the wild activity.

"That's quite a set of tits," he commented, boldly staring at her deliciously exposed nipples.

"My God!" she gasped, pulling the front of her gown together. "You're no better than my filthy husband!"

"Laverne," he said in a cold, steely voice. "No wonder your husband had gone to another woman."

"What do you mean?"

"You're a beautiful person," he answered. "But you're the coldest bitch I've ever met."

"You're nothing but a filthy pig!"

"Laverne," he sighed. "Have you ever really let yourself go with your husband?"

"That's none of your damned business!" she snapped.

"Maybe not," laughed the man. "But there's nothing wrong with you that a good hot fuck wouldn't cure."

"Let go of me!" hissed the beautiful redhead, trying to twist away from his grip.

"You need a big, hard cock in your cunt," he sarcastically announced. "A nice, big, thick prick that would twist around deep in your pussy, a nice, big cock that would fuck in and out… in and out until you were screaming with ecstasy. Yes, you need a big swollen boner that could fill your juicy little cunt with jizz."