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Authors name: Dr. T (don87654@televar.com)

This is a story that begins with an employer/married employee relationship that develops into the employee wanting to have a family but her husband is never home due to military duty to impregnate her. They pick up other women and some men and do some travelling in the  USA and England, researching mostly Theological sites, and developing further contacts with other men and women before returning to the USA. Eventually they will return to England and develop a commune of sorts in an area that early Christianity was located. (MF, rom, exh, orgy, ws, v, mc, bi, swing, natural cohabitation)

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Chapter 1

It was 9 a.m. in Seattle at my office when my newly  hired married secretary Gina got to work that Monday morning. We had been suffering for a good administrative person for the past two months now, someone who had the common sense, skill and intelligence to do more than just answer a phone and buzz my desk to get an answer to some customer that sometimes exhibited “rocks in his or her head”.

I am the Sales and Marketing Director of a large Asian -  based steamship line. We have operations in both Long
Beach and Los Angeles in southern California, San Francisco and Oakland in central California, Seattle
and Tacoma with Seattle being our U.S. headquarters in Washington, and Vancouver BC in Canada. We also have
offices in New Orleans, Galveston, Miami, Charleston, New York, and overseas in Hong Kong where our world
headquarters are at, and Taipei, Manila, Kaohshiung, Busan, Shanghai, Osaka, Kobe, Yokohama, and Incheon.

I had advertised for a decent secretary that I could rely on. I could not advertise all the qualifications I needed because of discrimination laws, but what it boiled down to was a younger appearing Asian woman, open - minded, that dressed attractively, that did not have the normal baggage at home that would restrict her work when I needed her to be at the office, whether it be at night or on weekends. A plus for her qualifications might include her willingness and freedom to travel on those out-of-town trips that I often took to the East Coast or Japan, Korea, Taiwan, the Philippines.

The first 3-4 days of my advertisement did not bring
any responses, probably because I listed some pretty
stringent qualifications… 75 wpm Typing, willingness
to travel on business, willingness for long hours,
strict dress codes with no tattoos, skin blemishes, a
neat appearance, etc. I knew just how to word an ad in
the newspaper that had these requirements without
getting the Fair Labor Act personnel involved.

Just when I was about to give up, I got a call from the boss’ secretary Alicia, wanting to know if I was free? She advised that a young woman had just entered the steamship line’s office in response to my ad and wanted to know if I could see her. Alicia quietly told me over the phone that she believed that this gal was exactly what I was looking for, so I told her to have this gal fill out an Employment Application and when she finished, to send her back to my office.

About 30 minutes later I heard a knocking on my door. I
got up and opened the door and there was the most
desirous, svelte, attractively dressed specimen of
womanhood I had seen for a long, long time. She
introduced herself as Gina Yi and her eyes definitely
told me she was the woman I had been looking for. She
radiated pure unadulterated sex, in her button-down
white blouse and short pleated skirt. If she wore
pantyhose or nylons they were extremely transparent,
and she seemed to be pretty common-sensed with footwear
that was a pair of slip-on sandals that covered her
toes.

I shook hands with her and invited her into my office,
closing the door, and invited her to sit down, while I
strode around my desk to sit and face her. We made
short conversation about various things and I could
tell that she was going to be just the right person for
what I was seeking.

She obviously was rather open-minded in that she did
not try to hide the fact that she may have not been
wearing underwear. I asked her several questions about
travel, and asked if she had a passport, to which she
replied to the affirmative. She advised that her father
was Korean and her mother was mixed Filipina and
Japanese.

She had been born in the U.S.A. shortly after her
parents emigrated to the U.S. from Taiwan, where they
had served as missionaries. At first I was a bit
fearful at the word “missionary” but she reassured me
that while her parents were very religious, that she
had sorta broken away from all that in college and
studied Theology, getting her Master’s degree in that
from the University of Washington.

She advised that what the church had been teaching was
not necessarily the truth… an experience that I had
also learned in my studies from Chapman University in
Orange, California; and Ambassador College in Pasadena.
Obviously we were on the same “wave length” when it
came to religion, which was a definite plus.

Gina Yi was about 5 foot, 8 inches in height, 23 years
old. If she weighed 150 lbs it would be an
exaggeration–not an ounce of fat, but not skinny,
either. Although she wore a wedding ring set, she
obviously had not had any children… her breasts under
that white blouse looked quite firm and I could see the
nipples of them poking out underneath the cloth as if
she was not wearing a bra.

Her blouse was unbuttoned down the front to a point
that she was still decent, but there was plenty of
cleavage to see her ample mounds rising up to her
areolas This young lady simply oozed sex. She had her
hair fixed so that it was loose and flowing, down over
her shoulders and I noted that it reached well down
into her back. She wore pixie-style bangs across her
forehead. I wondered if her pubic hair had ribbons in
it… if she had any at all, or if it had maybe been
cut off and she now shaved.

In the course of our conversation I found that while
she was married, her marriage was not doing all that
well. She had met a young Air Force Lieutenant at
McChord AFB near Tacoma, who was a C-17 pilot. Theirs
was a whirlwind courtship and she had married him not
fully understanding what it was like to be an Air Force
wife, being subjected to Officer’s Club Wives
henpecking that often was carried out “under” the
disguise of these women’s husband’s ranks.

She also mentioned that she did not realize at the time
of her marriage how she might be home by herself more
of the time than her husband being with her. She did
not like that at all, but partly because of her Korean
father’s domination of Korean culture there was little
she could do about it matrimonially, because in the
Korean culture once married-always married. While this
certainly was the norm in Korea, these members of
immigrant families and the families themselves lived by
this unwritten rule, yet custom of their “native”
country. If they broke away from it, they were often
ostracized within their own community for doing so.

She had married and had hoped to have many children.
She said that her husband was not home hardly enough to
even provide for her impregnation even once…that when
he did come home because of his lower rank amongst the
transport pilots that he had to stay on base most of
the time in Alert status. She did not think that fair
but there was little she felt she could do about it.

She had been an only child and she definitely did not
want her offspring to be “an only child” status. About
the only thing she seemed to be happy about with her
Lieutenant husband was the fact that he was not
commanding some kind of airplane that was being used to
be a “baby killer”, such as a Fighter/Bomber jet, or
large cluster bombing plane.

I could identify with her concerns on that issue… I
had retired from being an Administrative Supervisor in
the Air Force, myself, and was thankful that I had
never actively supported a combat fighting or bombing
mission in my 20 years of active military duty.

So since she had gotten her education she said that she
had learned Secretarial work as well in having to type,
file and otherwise keep her own research records for
her Master’s thesis, and in the process had learned
several other avenues in the computer field. She
thought that since her husband was gone most of the
time and since she had a lot of international living
behind her, that something along the line of
international commerce might prove interesting.

Normally I would subject a new employee to a few tests.
But one look at this little gorgeous vixen and I knew
right away that she could type no words per minute and
I would still be happy with her. But instead, she
radiated a certain confidence in herself. I could not
take my eyes away from her almond colored legs as she
crossed and uncrossed them in front of me.

It was as if she was teasing me…several times she
caught me looking at them and each time she changed her
position somehow so that I almost could see to her
crotch but not quite, and her looks definitely gave me
the “come fuck me look”. I did not know what to do, as
I was being very careful to not allow myself to get
into a sexual harassment suit.

Nowadays management had to be extra careful in that
regard. This Gina Yi clearly summed up my interview
with her and I rose up from behind my desk and
congratulated her for being selected for this position.
My cock had stiffened itself to monstrous proportions
and I hoped to quell this by offering to take her to
Dinner afterwards and hopefully to some bed after that.
But she turned me down for the date, but she readily
accepted the job offer.

That was last Thursday and now it was the following
Monday. She had inquired of “dress codes” in the office
and I answered her by telling her to wear either what
she had on, or any other combination of clothing that
seemed reasonable. She asked about blue jeans and I
gave her the okay, as long as we were not being visited
by appointed time customers or higher ups in the
company.

Last week after I had hired her to start today, and
after I had been rebuffed by trying to take her to
dinner, all through the following day, Friday, Friday
night and the weekend I could not get this little vixen
off my mind. I definitely needed to somehow get her to
one side and fuck her silly. If the Air Force wanted
her husband to fly its airplanes, fine, but I would
definitely “fly” his wife. Perhaps if I worked it out
just right while he was doing “touch and goes” on some
jungle patch in South America or Africa, my cock would
be doing “touch and goes” on his wife’s pussy in
Officer’s on-base housing? It was a thought…

Now this little hottie was in my office, getting the
computer I had ordered for her set up. She had worn
tight blue jeans and a halter-style blouse that did
little to hide the fact that perhaps she was against
bras in general. Twice now, she had come to my presence
without apparent bra support, and twice her breasts
gave the impression that they could quite adequately
support themselves. In fact today with that tight
halter-top her areolas also seemed to be trying to push
through the cloth covering of them in that halter top.

I realized that in my interview with her the other day
that I had failed to let her know that when I went to
Lunch that she might also go to Lunch, as we were on a
Secretarial rotation system where eventually it might
be her turn maybe once of twice a month to share with
the other secretaries of the company to work through
the Lunch hour while everyone else went to Lunch.

I cautioned her that she would know about this well
ahead of time so she could schedule herself
accordingly, and that when it came time for her turn
that she might dress attractively in skirt and blouse,
or dress, just for that one time. With that I invited
her to Lunch with me, and advised her that unless she
had something else planned that she could figure on me
taking her to Lunch each day. She was quite
enthusiastic when later on that morning we knocked off
for Lunch and went down to the garage where I parked
the company car, and got in the car and headed
out…down Wilshire Blvd. toward Century City.

She asked about where we were headed and I would not
tell her. When I got to the cross-over point to get to
Olympic Blvd, she was doubly confused and soon we were
pulling in to the Century City Plaza and parking. I got
out of the car and walked around and opened the door
for her in a gentlemanly fashion, and escorted her over
to the elevator.

We got in and I pressed the appropriate button and when
the door opened, we were at the Playboy Club. She could
not believe her eyes! Just from her reaction, I could
tell that this little gorgeous creature was definitely
impressed to the point that if I wanted to fuck her
that it would be a “cakewalk”.

Chapter 2

The Seattle Playboy Club was clearly a best kept
secret. It was not related in any way to Hugh Hefner’s
world renowned Playboy Enterprises, although the
merchandise was often offered there at a somewhat
marked up rate. Rumor had it that Seattle had tried to
get a Playboy Club for the Seattle World’s Fair that
gave it its Space Needle, but that the city fathers had
refused to accommodate Playboy’s request for a building
permit.

Those of us that had a regular Playboy Club key, if we
spent a certain amount of funds from month to month
there, did not have a membership charge here. This
Playboy Club had become a regular dining room for me on
a daily basis.

We were seated and she said she had to go to the powder
room. I rose up from my chair and assisted her up, and
then signalled one of the Bunnies to come and take her
there. Lola, the Bunny, knew me well… I was a regular
in here at Lunch and oftentimes as well as in the
evenings on 2-for-1 nights. When Lola returned, I
advised her that Gina was my new Secretary and that she
would often be accompanying me so that she, Gina, would
always be treated well here. I had established myself
good here with being an excellent tipper and these
Bunnies knew this.

Gina came back refreshed, advising that if she had
known she was coming here for Lunch that she would have
worn a little different combination of dress, like
maybe a blue denim skirt as opposed to blue jeans. I
assured her that it did not make any difference, that
she would soon find out that when she came here with me
that she would be treated akin to royalty, regardless
of what she was wearing, which seemed to impress her
even more.

She was fascinated with the counter displays by the
door, as she had passed on the way to and from the
powder room. She did not know that Playboy actually
sold those cute little Bunny tails to wear on a girl’s
ass, or the floppy ears identifying the Bunny logo. I
could definitely see where I was making inroads with my
new Secretary.

We ordered drinks, a Mexican Coffee me and just a Coke
for her. She had never drank a Mexican Coffee before
and wanted to know what was in it. I let her sip at
mine and she loved it! Needless to say, she took mine
and I had to order yet another. Mexican Coffees are a
“trip” to drink. The Coffee, mixed with Rum and Kahlua,
and topped with Whipped Cream and a single cherry,
numbs the brain to the point that one does not realize
they have had too many of these exquisite drinks until
BANG, it has hit you. Once that happens you might as
well just give up and recline in a corner as you are
not going to make it home, even if you are walking.

She ordered a Playboy hamburger and fries. Playboy
makes a hamburger to end all hamburgers and charges $15
for them. This includes French Fries and a non-
alcoholic drink, with the price of the non-alcoholic
drink being deducted from the alcoholic drink if that
is chosen instead. It is not a bad deal… the
hamburger covers an entire meal plate, and yet another
plate full of French Fries accompanies, so in reality
you get two plates of a meal, together with your
drink(s).

Needless to say, the salt in those hamburgers and fries
manipulates your thirst so badly that it is rare that
you leave the Playboy Club without drinking a quart or
so of drinks. If you are drinking alcoholic drinks, you
are well on your way to complete relaxation.

I knew enough about this that I limited myself to just
that one drink, when I switched to plain 7-Up. But Gina
was not driving and so I told her that even if she got
overly thirsty, to feel free to consume as many drinks
as she desired. By the time we were ready to leave
after she had finished most of her hamburger and fries;
I rose up and helped her up, to escort her out of the
Club.

I placed my arm around her waist to steady her as it
was obvious that she may have fallen in her “slightly
intoxicated” state if I had not been there to hold onto
her. As we were leaving the Club she noticed a pair of
Playboy open-crotched panties that she “just had to
have”.

I kiddingly told her that she would have to model them
for me if we bought them, and she responded with “When
we get back to the office”. I could hardly wait,
although I had not seen a panty line under her tight
blue jeans this morning, so if she modelled them for me
she might end up with more on than she presently was
wearing.

We got down to the car and I opened the car door for
her, and she sat on the seat. I closed the door and
quickly crossed around to the driver’s side and slid in
behind the steering wheel. As soon as I was seated,
Gina thanked me for such a good Lunch and scooted over
to next to me and flung her left arm across my
shoulders.

I was tempted to kiss her right there on the spot, but
did not, when I did the sex thing with her I wanted the
space to do it right and the front seat of a car
reminded me too much of my horny high school days. And
I felt that if I kissed her we might not make it back
to the office that afternoon and I was expecting some
important business calls from Copenhagen.

We got back to the office about 2 p.m. By that time
some of the alcohol had dissipated in her system and
she was more cognizant of her surroundings. She excused
herself to go into my private bathroom to freshen
herself and when she came back she found the Playboy
panties neatly wrapped on her desk. It was almost like
she had nearly forgotten about them so I reminded her
that when we bought them that one of the agreements was
that she would model them for me. She then asked me to
turn my back to her.

I could hear a rustling of clothing and a zipper being
undone and then she was telling me to turn back around
and there she was… those red Playboy panties on with
her white blouse hanging down to cover their waistline.
My fantasy was somewhat correct, I did not see, nor
could if find, any wispy public hair beneath them.

I reached out to her to pull them down and she stepped
back… assuring me that she had agreed to model them
but that that did not mean I could do anything else
with her. With that she pulled her blue jeans back on,
over her panties and now she was definitely dressed in
more than she had come to work in this morning.

With her now dressed and somewhat presentable, I
thought to myself… She is really being a bit of
prick-tease. Now I’m not against prick-teasing as long
as it is a game of sorts and there is an end to it. I
did not know whether or not to pursue this similarly,
or to try another avenue. It was rather obvious from
her marriage standpoint that she had had quite enough
of cunt teasing from her husband who was always out
there flying in his C-17 and never home. I decided that
I might try a little cunt teasing directed at her by
being a little aloof toward her.

Now I told her that I had failed to show her around the
company that morning. I glanced at my watch, it was 3
p.m. and figured…if Copenhagen had not called yet,
that they would not call today, as it was about 11 p.m.
over there and I did not think they would be calling
from there in the middle of the night. I then took her
hand and began escorting her around to the different
offices.

Our office was on the 12th floor from the main office
so we had to take the elevator up to the 18th floor to
get to the rest of the offices. The elevator was rather
packed as most of the building was on their break
period and as the elevator stopped at each floor to
take on or discharge passengers, Gina was crowded
against me.

This happened 6 different times and each time I could
feel her tight little ass against my hardening cock. By
the time we got to the 16th floor she was well aware
that I was hard as a rock, as she turned against me and
reaching up with her mouth next to my ear, said “Horny,
ain’t we?” This nearly made me cream my pants. We spent
about an hour of my introducing her to the other
secretaries and staff. Each secretary seemed to fully
accept her.

I had always maintained an excellent relationship with
all the secretaries, often taking them to Lunch, or
Dinner on their birthdays, at my favorite “club”. It
had been my experience with most of them that most
managers wouldn’t even give them the time of the day
for anything, and here I was, often celebrating
something with them. It had gotten so thick with one of
them that when she had her baby we did not know for
sure if it was my kid or her husband’s.

She had often wanted to have me take a DNA test, but I
talked her out of it because I felt and told her that
if the baby was proven to be mine that it would
probably, in the long run, ruin her marriage, because
she would always feel a resentment toward her husband
for not making her pregnant in the first place.

To help alleviate any possible problems in the future,
I had established a college trust fund for little Danny
that I contributed to every month, so that if anything
ever happened to Maryanne, his mother, or Daniel, his
mother’s husband, his future would be much better
secured, with a college education paid for.

We returned to our office about 4 p.m., where I began
explaining to her the intricacies of the company and
how it operated. We carried containerized ocean cargo
from points in the Far East to the U.S. West Coast. If
cargo had to be carried further it would be trucked or
carried by rail to those points in a Mini-Landbridge
(MLB) or Overseas Container Point (OCP) fashion that
involved trucking companies and railroad companies. One
of our largest customers, Honda USA Inc. shipped Honda
car parts to their factories in Tennessee and Ohio,
with full container loads of these parts passing
through the port of Seattle, trans-loaded onto rail
cars and carried on to the Honda factory in those
places.

Honda was just one of many companies doing business in
the U.S.A. that shipped the parts for manufacturing
into the U.S.A. so that technically there product would
be built in America.

Those empty containers often took raw products and
salvaged materials back to the Far East to be re-
entered back into the supply line as material for a
newly manufactured part. Old cars, often compacted into
solid chunks of steel by compression that measured 2
feet by one foot maybe 10 inches high, lessened the
dependency for raw iron ore and newly smelted steel,
alleviating the waste of our natural resources. Leather
hides from our meat packing plants often ended up in
Japan in some shoe factory. Onions, Tomatoes, Oranges,
Lemons, Apples, fresh meat, fish and fish products were
shipped westbound to be stocked in some Wal-Mart
Supercenter in Tokyo, Seoul.

Very few people realized that the international trade
community did not get involved in anything from the
cow’s bawling to the motorcyclist’s roar, and points in
between. I had all the working levels of the company
displayed on wall charts on my walls of the office,
similar to wall charts that I had kept on operations
that I was responsible for in the Air Force.

I took Gina’s hand and helped her to her feet and
placed her in front of me while I explained the various
operations. Her young tight ass rubbed against the
front of my slacks as I began explaining these to her
and my old familiar hard one returned. She obviously
felt it once more, asking, “Are you STILL horny?”

This time we were in private with no one else around
and she reached back and cupped my hardness through my
slacks, as I reached around her and began massaging her
tits through her loose blouse. I opened the buttons and
then finally, those little milk factories were exposed.
I turned her around and began kissing her as our lust
for each other formed. I slipped my hands down to
unfasten the snap on her waist of her blue jeans and
then began slipping blue jeans and panties to the
floor, following them down with my hands as I pulled
their tightness from her thighs.

As soon as I got them down to her feet, she stepped out
of them and then straightened, shirking off her blouse,
to stand nakedly before me. She then started on me and
she was definitely ‘hot’, popping the buttons off my
dress shirt in her haste to get me naked. I helped her
and soon my pants and boxer shorts were laying on the
floor on top of her clothes, as we came back together
in heated lust for each other. I just knew at that time
that Gina’s anxiety over being lonely was going to
cease.

We jointly slumped into a naked heap of flesh on the
floor. My cock did not have to be guided as she lay out
on her back, opening her legs to welcome its entry into
her hot wet nest. As I reached up her body to kiss her
on the mouth and nuzzle the nape of her neck I could
feel her straining against me to engulf my hardness
deep into her belly. Then I felt it… my wet pre-cum
was rubbing against her wet vulva lips and it was like
she was suctioning me into her heated depths. I
bottomed out against the wall to her womb and I could
scarcely contain myself.

She was crying out to me, “Fuck me, fuck me, love me,
Baby. Give me your cum, shoot it deep in me,” as this
relatively new Air Force wife was trying to quench her
thirst in her lower belly for my lewd honey juice. Then
I could feel the familiar feeling deep in my balls as
it began its journey up into the base of my cock and
out through that magical muscle to give a burning
sensation at the end of my dick as I shot loads of my
love juice into her excited depths.

We lay depleted, both of us, in hot wantonness on that
office floor. She made a comment that my cock in its
depleted state was bigger than her husband’s cock in
its arousal, which made me feel good. She did not know
how her husband was ever going to satisfy her again
with his cock or tongue, after experiencing my hard
thickness that just seemed designed for her complete
satisfaction.

Gina Yi advised me that while we had only known each
other for a short time, that what we had just
experienced today and the day I had hired her, it was
like we had been friends for years. She wanted to know
what kind of apartment I was living in, or house for
that matter, because she was seeking a roommate so she
would not be so lonely at night. I asked her about her
husband and she said that he was never home enough to
care. I thought to myself… what!!?? He did not
deserve to be married to this tender young beauty.

I told her that I had come to Seattle and had leased a
2-bedroomed place upon arrival. My lease was about to
expire and I was actively seeking another
accommodation. She smiled and teasingly advised, that
while she lived in Base Housing at McChord AFB, and the
drive was a little long, if we lived together we could
commute together, and with that came a Diamond Lane on
the I-5 that 2 or more carpoolers had to be in
existence on to use.

She said she had often been in that stop-and-go traffic
and watched the cars zipping by her in that Diamond
Lane and thought to herself “how nice”…  I tenderly
held this naked beauty against my nakedness one more
time and jokingly teased her that “but… if we are
rooming together, how are we going to drag ourselves
out of bed each morning and get to work?” She smirked a
bit and advised that there were such things as cold
Ketsup bottles under the covers, and besides, if we
were so horny after a night of fucking, we could always
bring our blanket to work and fuck right her on the
office floor. I could not argue that point.

I asked her if she wanted me to stay with her that
night. This certainly touched off a button in her young
naked body and she reached up to cup my face in her
hands and kiss me full on the lips as she wrapped her
naked thighs around me, backing off momentarily to
teasingly tell me that “I thought you’d never ask.”
With that we stood and went into my adjoining wash room
and made ourselves presentable, and got dressed.

We were soon headed down Aurora south to catch a cross
street to take us over to I-5. We got there and almost
immediately I found an opening in traffic and we were
driving down past the stop-and-go traffic 55 mph. We
stopped at a Kentucky Fried Chicken joint and got a
bucket of the Colonel’s Original, and then went across
the street and got a six-pack of Kosher wine, to get us
through the night of fucking we had planned for
ourselves.

It seemed like in no time at all we were pulling up in
front of her house in her car as we had used that
because she had a windshield sticker on it for McChord
AFB. We had left my Lexus in the garage back at work
for the night.

As soon as we got in the front door we were busily
tearing the clothes from each other in heat. My cock
had hardened extensively even after all that fucking
that afternoon and I was getting ready to once more
flood her innards with my love juice. We had gotten
careless that afternoon… we had left hickeys all over
each other as we lustfully tried to eat each other’s
bodies. Her neck was covered with them but so far I had
not eaten her out.

Now I opened her legs and reached down with my mouth
and teeth and definitely “branded her” with hickeys on
both of her inner thighs. She wanted to know what was
that for and I told her… you are mine from now on and
any guy that sees these is going to have to fight me to
get to you. I have proven to the world that you have
allowed me into your privacy and that these marks prove
it. She squirmed around and thanked me for caring so
much for her.

She had never experienced this kind of physical love or
mental love from anyone before, including her absent
pencil pricked wetbacked husband. The only thing we ate
for awhile that night was me eating her pussy. Her
pussy seepage was simply exquisite in taste. She just
had to suck on my cock… she said that that wimpy
little Air Force warrior she was married to did not
think it ladylike for her to be a whore and suck a
guy’s cock. We fucked for 5 hours straight and then
shared a full bottle of wine and began eating our KFC
meal.

By the time we had gone through half the chicken my
cock was beginning to stir once more and I put my arms
around her nakedness, gently laying her back on her
back, and we began fucking once more. But by that time
we were so full of food and had drunk so much wine that
we fell asleep, my cock buried up against her womb deep
in her tummy. I don’t think that if I had tried that I
could have shot another load into her at that stage.

The next morning about 5 a.m. she woke me up, having to
“go potty”. I kissed her back and slapped her little
naked ass a couple of times and told her to go potty as
I had a load to give to her. After I did that by giving
her my morning piss hard on, we did not need a Ketsup
bottle; we were ready to get dressed and go to work. As
soon as we got to work that next morning Gina phoned
the authorities at McChord AFB and lying, advised that
she had gotten company over the past weekend and that
this company needed an on-base pass sticker for their
car. She had to report to the Base Security Police at
the Main Gate to McChord AFB.

The Security Police sent her to her husband’s commander
who in turn called her husband in Korea. He put her on
the phone and once again she lied and said that “Cousin
Barbara” had come to visit from Chicago, and that she
would be staying for awhile, so she would probably need
a permanent base pass for her cousin’s car. Her husband
approved and soon we were headed back up to Seattle to
get my Lexus and bring it back down to McChord AFB to
register it on base.

Since we both were travelling separately, we were
forced to get in that stop-and-go traffic and it took
two hours for us to get from Seattle to McChord AFB
with our separate cars. When we got everything done, we
parked her car in her carport and started to bring my
car back to Seattle. But it was now nearly noon and we
could not see why we should return to the office when
we could be so much more doing more interesting things
by enjoying the stickiness that our crotches offered
toward one another.

So we returned to her house and as soon as we got
inside and got the door closed, we were naked and
fucking to our hearts’ content. I don’t think we let up
that night until well into the hours of Wednesday
morning. We had fucked at least 20 times in those 3
days. She said that her pussy felt raw, but she also
said she welcomed that rawness–that it was a welcomed
relief over what she had to live with before.

Anal sex was not a thing for me that I wanted to try.
Some people like it because the rectum is often tighter
than the pussy, with its fatty folds that allow a baby
to come through it in birth. So instead of continuing
to fuck Gina, and I did not want to fuck her in her
asshole, I decided to wander over to the Officer’s Club
for a beer. Gina thought that a good idea and that if
we encountered anyone that knew her, her husband, she
could explain that I was a visiting cousin.

That little cute vixen was definitely sore in her legs.
She even walked like she was trying to pull her pussy
up, into her lower belly. It came to my mind that
perhaps I needed to lay off a bit so I did not fuck up
her reproduction “equipment”.

Over her objections I made her go to bed, I was not
going to let her go to Officer’s Club with me. After
much arguing I said “to Hell” with the Officer’s Club,
and remained home with her. She lay beneath the cool
sheets and I began attending to her soreness by rubbing
cold cream and baby oil on her pussy lips, taking extra
care to not allow any to get inside her honey pot.

As I progressed I felt her begin to doze off. I was
getting tired, too…all fucking had taken its toll on
me. I raised myself up off the kneeling position I had
on the floor and slipped under the sheets with her. We
were both nude, but we did not feel an urgency to lust.
All we wanted to do was to sleep. I cuddled her into my
arms and legs and we slept the entire night away and
woke up the next morning feeling much better.

Gina was still sore in her pussy so I got up and fixed
Breakfast, and served it to her in bed. She was very
thankful of this, saying that no one, even her mother
and father had served her Breakfast in bed before. I
even upped that one a bit by laying down the Breakfast
tray on her tummy over the covers, and hand fed her her
hard-fried eggs, toast with honey, and tater tots. Her
looks definitely portrayed her deep developing love for
me. I decided to make her stay at home that day and
rest up.

We had nearly killed ourselves in our wanton fucking
the previous day and I definitely wanted Gina to stay
on with me as my secretary. It was over her very vocal
objections that I left her house and drove to Seattle,
once again immersed in that damned traffic in rush
hour. I got to the office at 10, and called her right
away. She had calmed down a bit and was glad to hear my
voice. I told her about the rush hour traffic and she
advised that it had served me right by not taking her
with me.

I had a few minor things to do. Now that I had Gina
aboard, I could devote a little more time into my
affiliation with the Glastonbury project. I called over
to Bath, England and talked to the Archbishop there. We
had been trying to develop an accompanied tour to that
great area of mystery, where some said that Jesus had
built the first above ground Christian church by
building a home for the Mother Mary there, which would
later become the wattlewood church that Joseph of
Arimathea christened in about A.D. 65. There is deep
tradition there, as much as there is in Palestine,
where the ancient Catholics under the leadership of the
late Roman Emperors forced the belief of several pagan
gods onto the general public under the threat of
beheading, and called it a new religion…
“Christianity”.

With the modern discovery and use of the Internet and
World Wide Web, we could do research now
instantaneously that formerly took 100-200 years to do.
I had visited Glastonbury before, and had met with the
Church of England officials and I seemed to have
impressed them with my skillful explanations of my
beliefs as I understood them to be. Now the Archbishop
had just recently contacted me and advised that he as
working with British Airways to assemble a modern day
pilgrimage to Glastonbury.

I thought how ironic… Glastonbury became quite
popular in the early 10th century with pilgrims coming
from all over the ancient world of France, Spain,
Italy, Scotland, Iceland, Portugal to worship our Jesus
at the first above ground Christian church in the
world, and now, 1100 years later we were putting
together yet another pilgrimage along the same lines as
the original one, but this time people from the
Americas, Asia, and Near East were assembling via
airlines to London’s Heathrow Airport where large 60-
passenger tour buses would load them for the 3-4 hour
trip to Glastonbury.

Some of us were even planning to camp out on the old
Abbey grounds where we would be fed from meals prepared
in the old Abbey Kitchen! Bishop Crandall answered the
phone and he was very happy to hear my voice. He
advised that the buses had been set up to meet everyone
at Gatwick or Heathrow, and that large 50-person tents
with cots, bedding and even kerosene heaters were being
readied for this pilgrimage.

The pilgrimage was still 3 months away as it was in
July and now was only early April, but of course it
took time to arrange all this. Pilgrims coming to the
pilgrimage were being charged $1000 apiece, regardless
of where they were coming from, and that included all
their expenses of accommodation, meals, bus
transportation and airline tickets, which we felt was a
very reasonable price, yet still offered a small profit
for the Church to realize for all the work that had
been put into it.

I no more got off the phone and it rang. This phone
call was the one from Copenhagen that I had been
expecting. It seemed as though the Danish were trying
to imitate a Toyota car and had already built one and
its duplicates and were trying to get us to haul them
in to the USA for them. The Danish government was
willing to underwrite an entire expense for a vessel
designed to haul their cars from Copenhagen to New York
as a preliminary study to see if it would be feasible
to attack Toyota on its best economic bed.

I think I may have pissed off some Dane when I told him
that I felt that if Toyota found out about him that he
would be buried in his pile of duplicated Toyotas, and
that I did not want to take a chance on pissing off one
of our largest customers by accommodating his desires.
I then hung up the phone. I did not hear from him,
again.

Although she had only been with me for less than a
week, I was beginning to miss my little Gina doll. My
cock was hard and that added to the misery. About that
time Maryanne, the blond who had had the baby and we
did not know for sure who the daddy was, poked her head
in the door and asked where Gina was. I told her the
truth, at which she stepped inside, shut the door and
locked it, and said that she was a bit horny.

It seems that her ovulating period had started that
morning and she was extra horny and wet. I did not have
a rubber handy and told her so. She said that that
didn’t matter, she already had had one baby of mine and
she was willing to try for a second one, dropping her
panties from beneath her short denim skirt and pulling
the hemline high, exposing her freshly shaved cunt.

I quickly stripped off my pants and underwear and
slipped my cock into her babymaker. I had barely
touched the inside of her sheath at the wall of her
womb and I exploded, shooting torrents of my sperm deep
into her belly.

There was no doubt this time; she had gotten pregnant
by me. Thankfully she was still married to the guy that
was being an excellent father to my other baby. I had
forgotten just how turned on Maryanne could get after
being fucked so hard and uninhibited. As she pulled her
panties up to slip her blue jeans back up around her
waist, I could see my leaking cum soaking those
panties.

Her face was clearly flushed as if she had been doing a
6 minute mile in a sprint. I almost pulled her back
into the office for a second fucking but thought
better… Gina needed my cock tonight to love and hold
her in our naked lust. I made a mental note to myself
that I had to start an increase to my contribution to
that college fund for little Danny, as there was a good
possibility that little Danielle might need it, too, in
18 years, 9 months.

Chapter 3

I spent the rest of the afternoon taking care of import
customers who were expecting their freight due in on
the next arrival of the Kashu Maru. As an added bonus
to my customers I had taken the liberty of using my
truck driver CDL license during my off-duty time to go
out and rent a truck tractor and go to the wharf and
pull my customers’ containers off the dock on weekends,
putting them in holding yards for other truckers to be
able to come by and deliver them to my import
customers.

Sometimes this allowed them to get their merchandise up
to 3 days earlier, especially of the vessel arrived on
a Friday night and that weekend happened to have a
holiday Monday following. This was met by much
furiousness by competing carrier salespeople that did
not have a CDL to be able to drive a truck-
tractor/trailer combo unit. The Longshoremen and
Teamsters Union people hated my guts because I “stole”
a lot of their business, technically I was the ship’s
owner and the cargo belonged to the ship, so even
though it was setting in port and the cargo had been
discharged from the ship physically, it had not been
cleared of dockside control, so therefore it was still
in the control of the ship.

I as management of the ship could do with that cargo
whatever I wanted to as long as it was under my
control. I had a few friends in the U.S. Customs
Service that did not mind helping me on this and when
it came time to “customs clear” the cargo did not mind
coming over to an off-dock warehouse and having a few
beers served by half-naked port whores and prostitutes,
to process some Customs paperwork on cargo that had
been moved “off-dock”.

What those Customs inspectors did was their business…
it seemed like hardly a week did not go by but what
some Customs person had “the drip” or was being treated
for some oddball “rash”. It was a matter of urgency for
these importers to be able to get their freight as soon
as possible because most of this merchandise was
financed through the international Letter of Credit
system.

Ten million dollars of merchandise setting on a dock
that cannot be delivered to an import customers when
there is a 3-day weekend involved, at 5-6% Interest,
rapidly develops into a lot of money in needless
overhead expenses. This little added benefit that I
offered to my customers kept our ships running to
capacity on these Eastbound voyages, and once the word
got out, those Importers were some of my best
salespeople for soliciting and securing Westbound
freight shipments as well because common sense dictated
to them that as long as my company was making money
that those import shipments would continue to benefit
from my concentrated efforts to them.

I returned to Gina’s house about 6 p.m. that night. She
must have seen me coming. She had the whole house
darkened with thick shades over the windows, and had
set up everything for a truly romantic evening, with
white linens on the table, one complete place setting,
a bottle of wine in an ice bucket. She had prepared
both raw and fried Pacific Oysters that was exquisitely
laid out on a large serving platter in the middle of
the table, with lots of Lemon to season it with.

She had baked whole potatoes with a dish each of sour
cream and warm melted butter, and a bowl of freshly
chopped green salad. But what got my attention the most
was what awaited me just inside that door as I entered
her home… a very naked beauty complete with her long
hair combed out and draped seductively over her
shoulders and extending down to nearly cover her ass on
one side of her and split across her naked shoulders to
partially cover her pointed firm breasts as it lay to
extend down to about where her tummy button was. My
cock was almost at an immediate hardness at the sight
if this “Goddess of Eden”.

She was playing “hard to get” again. She let me look,
but not touch, saying that we had to eat before we
could expend any energy. She did allow me to have her
on my lap where we took turns hand feeding each other,
and in light of what we were about to do, she helped me
to undress fully so my business suit would not get
soiled. Needless to say that that meal ran over from a
regular meal to one of erotic behavior with the buttery
and wetness from the Lemon and Sour Cream taking their
toll on us remaining very neat.

She had butter and oysters and lemon and sour cream all
over her chest and tummy. When we had had our fill of
food, there remained the need to clean it all off and
between the two of us, we spent the next two hours
“eating” and licking spilled food from our naked
bodies. In the process we had both gotten very horny
and when we had gotten each other reasonably cleaned
off we were bathing each other with our bodily lust.
Warm melted butter, sour cream and sweet pussy juice…
commercial bakers are missing out on a very good
tasting icing for their cakes.

Gina probably got more cum from me that night than she
had gotten before as I seemed like I was constantly
shooting it on and in her. Since I had nearly fucked
her silly previously, tonight’s lovemaking was more of
a gentle, loving kind where I kissed and licked her to
her several climaxes without my cock actually
penetrating her heated depths. She returned the passion
by sucking on me, making me shoot off in her mouth and
drinking my cum. Toward the end we just collapsed in
exhaustion, and it was 6 a.m. the next morning when I
pulled myself from our intertwined arms and legs to get
up and go pee.

As I finished, shaking the dribble from my cock into
the toilet, she joined me, squatting on the toilet to
pee, herself. We agreed at that time that we would no
longer fuck in the morning because we had so much to do
during the daytime in the office and we needed all the
strength we could muster for that, so we could fuck
each other at night and drift off to sleep in our own
Eden. When we got to the office I showed her what all I
had been doing with the Glastonbury Pilgrimage team.

She was somewhat surprised that I even knew anything
about Glastonbury…she too had been studying it, on
the Internet. She advised that it made a lot more sense
than traditional Christianity showed, with a lot of
things that had been laid down on us through the years
by questionable resources seemingly missing.

We discussed the Jesus Well, the Cup of the Last Supper
and the Chalice Well, Pennzance and the tidal currents
and flows and tide levels around St. Michael’s Mount,
the wattlewood villages of early Cornwall, the flooding
of the Somerset plain, Little Walsingham, Ley Lines,
Glastonbury Tor, Glastonbury Fairies of Fertility
rituals, the tin ore industry of Cornwall and how it
affected the brass industry of the Far East (we will go
into each of these in later chapters to this story).

Gina could not understand how the Mother Mary, Mary
Magdelene and Martha were all three at that tomb on
that first Easter morning when Jewish law required that
only the next of kin could attend to a deceased person,
and Mary Magdelene and Martha were not blood relatives
of Jesus. I suggested that they may have been Jesus’
wives, and she thought that that made a lot more sense.

She knew about the Da Vinci Code, and the major role
that Joseph of Arimathea had had in the young Jesus’
life after the death of His earthly father, Joseph; as
her father was a clergy, and she had read about it in
some of the things he had studied but had not preached.

Pretty much the rest of the day was spent on soliciting
ocean freight on the Westbound voyages. Maryanne
dropped by about 11:30 and invited both of us to Lunch.
I took the two of them to the Playboy Club and they
chatted away in girl talk on the way over there.

I wished that I could have moved both of them in with
me, but with Maryanne already married and her husband
accepting my son as his own natural one (in his
density, he did not ever figure out that Danny was not
his), it would be rather hard to do. It would be a
welcome relief… I did not want to over-fuck Gina and
make her pussy sore all the time. If I had Maryanne to
fuck as well, I could maybe alternate the fucking
sessions between the two of them.

After we had finished Lunch, both girls were appearing
to be feeling rather frisky. Maryanne casually held
onto the front of my slacks as we made our way back
down the elevator and to my car. Gina was murmuring
something about that she did not want to get sore pussy
lips like the last time we had gone to the Playboy Club
for Lunch. Both girls got in the back seat, leaving me
to sit in the front by myself.

As we pulled out of the garage and into open daylight,
I glanced over my shoulder and both were half naked, in
a classic 69 position. They obviously were using
fingers and tongues on each other. I made a detour of
sorts into Northtown and asked the girls to stop what
they were doing and to get “decent”. I had heard at
least 6 climaxes take place and I did not know and
didn’t really care who had gotten their nut off.

I stopped in front of a Fredericks of Hollywood sign
and gave each of them a $100 bill and told them to go
in there and get the things they needed to keep me
interested, because we were soon going to take a trip
overseas as I had some on-site research to do. Gina’s
reaction was quite apparent as to what she seemed to
think what that overseas trip might be. Maryanne’s
reaction was that she did not seem to have a clue. She
further advised that she was mysterious as to how she
could go overseas and leave little Danny at home with
his “father”. I advised her that where there is a will,
there is always a way.

With that these two gorgeous wives got out of the car
and went into the store. I just sat there, watching
them shop. Every once in awhile I would see one of them
glance my way. Finally Maryanne seemed to get a big
reaction as if Gina had told her something. It is not
clear what Gina could have said, neither of them knew
for sure where the trip was going to be to, but in
light of what Gina and I had discussed that a.m., in
the office, she probably figured we were headed to
England and it would only be a “natural” for her to
tell Maryanne this.

When they had finished shopping Maryanne could not get
out to the car fast enough. Her first words were “How
cum you didn’t tell me we were going to England? What
am I going to do with Danny?”

I suggested to her that perhaps she could find a
babysitter to stay with Daniel and watch Danny? Or she
could fly her mother from West Virginia out to Seattle
to watch Danny while she was in England? Or she could
ask Daniel’s mother to come and babysit little Danny?

Then she wanted to know how she was going to explain a
trip to England to Daniel…as she had never been
required to even go out of town on business overnight
before. I quickly dispelled that by telling her that
she had just been promoted to Assistant Executive Sales
Secretary (a name I had just made up, that did not
really increase her salary any), and that she could go
home and announce that to Daniel later on that evening.

She had informed Gina while they were shopping in the
store her close previous relationship with me and the
often guessed paternity of little Danny. Gina seemed to
take it all in stride… while she and I had been
fucking she had figured that I had done a lot of
fucking someone before she came along. Now that
Maryanne had told her all about Maryanne and I, she
understood us quite well. She got into the car and
asked that we not go anywhere until we had a good long
talk. She did not appear saddened; in fact she seemed
more joyful.

She said that on the way back from the Playboy Club
today that she had gotten to know Maryanne quite well
and felt that they both had a lot in common and could
be greatly beneficial to each other. She also said that
my actions over the past few days were very positive
toward my maintaining a loving husband-like
relationship with her and that she had a complete trust
in me to do right by her.

As she said this, Maryanne casually caressed Gina and
it was pretty obvious… these beauties were falling
into a Lesbian relationship with each other to be
included in a Bi-sexual one with me, as well. I quickly
determined that we should perhaps consummate this and
there was yet one place close by that we could do it…
as my old house’s lease had not yet expired and my bed
was still there, intact.

We gave up on the idea of returning to the office and
Maryanne phoned in to her boss and said that she
thought she had gotten food poisoning at Lunch and was
headed for the doctor’s office and would not be in
until at least tomorrow. As soon as we got through the
front door of my “old” residence, I locked the door and
the girls were busily stripping off their clothes. Then
they started in on mine and we were soon all 4 of us
naked as the day we were born. Maryanne’s tits were not
as firm looking as Gina’s as she had had my baby and it
had suckled on her.

Maryanne made casual mention to Gina that her tummy
would soon be round as we had already fucked one time
and that was yesterday, and I had delivered a cockload
of sperm into her womb, and she had started ovulating
just yesterday morning. Gina told her “don’t feel
pregnant… I am hoping that I may “catch” soon as
well, as I want to have his baby, too.”

Gina went on to tell Maryanne about her marriage to
that Air Force pilot who did not seem to know that he
had a wife at home that wanted to start a family. I
told them both to take things as they come that if God
wanted them to have babies that He would do what was
necessary for it; and that for now “Let’s just enjoy
each other and love one another as He seemed to want us
to do.”

They both smiled at that and we were soon squirming and
wrestling around on the bed naked. I thought to
myself… I’ve got to slow this down or I’m going to
have a heart attack!

We fucked all afternoon. I got to the point that my
cock was hard but I could not shoot any cum as none was
left. We didn’t have anything to eat, as I had not
shopped in favor of living at Gina’s house, so we got
dressed about 6 p.m., and went out and got in my car
and headed for McChord AFB and Gina’s house.

Maryanne had never been on an Air Force base before so
this was a new experience for her. She could not get
over the similarity of all the houses up and down the
block and said that now she knew what “uniformity” met.
Just before we got to Gina’s house I remembered…
Maryanne was going to have to go to work tomorrow in
the same outfit she had on today and that was no good.

The mother(s) of my babies certainly deserved more. So
since department stores were mostly all closed this
time of the evening (it was now 9 p.m.) I took them
over to a Wal-Mart Supercenter, and gave each of them
another $100 apiece and told them to “go shopping” for
new outfits. Gina cautioned Maryanne…”Don does not
like underwear, so don’t buy any.” To which Maryanne
just smiled and chuckled… she and I had been down
this “route” before.

On the way home we stopped by the Oyster House in
Olympia. The Oyster House is an on-wharf seafood
restaurant that has an unlimited supply of seafood. We
were interested in building up our stamina because we
had been fucking most of the afternoon and we could
well be fucking half the night away yet.

Gina taught Maryanne that to eat a raw oyster was akin
to drinking down a load of cum and if she could swallow
a raw oyster that she surely could swallow a load of my
cum similarly. It was a good thing she did, because
later on Maryanne could not seem to get enough of my
hot fertile cum down her throat.

We returned to Base Housing and once again closed all
the doors and locked them and were naked and fucking.
We fucked most of the night away before we succumbed to
sleep. We awoke the next morning at about 10 a.m. and
Maryanne called the office and lied, telling them she
was still sick and would hopefully be in the next day.

We got up, washed, and dressed, and I took them out to
Breakfast. Afterwards we “snuck” into my office where
the girls did their lesbian thing while I took care of
my normal business. As I finished, it was about 4:30
p.m. and the phone rang. It was the Archbishop from
Bath and he had some trouble that only I could take
care of, and “would it be possible for you to come over
here right away and take care of it?”

This put me in a quandary of sorts. I knew that Gina
had a passport, but I did not know if Maryanne had one
or not. As it turned out, Tom, her boyfriend who had
ditched her unexpectedly and we always had thought that
he wanted to do her dirty and ditch her at some God-
forsaken place but somehow failed (he had ditched her
once, later, and that was in the USA, but that is
another story), had made her get a passport in
anticipation of them going to Paris one time, and she
still had this. She had kept it in her Safe Deposit Box
at the bank.

I answered to Bath that we would make arrangements for
taking the airplane leaving Seattle two days from now
because we had to make arrangements for car rental, B&B
and airline tickets as I was bringing my secretaries
with me as they had never been out of the USA before
and one was very much interested in the whole
Glastonbury story.

Chapter 4

Maryanne was having problems of what she could do with
Danny whilst she was gone to England. She decided she
should return home to Daniel that night, with the
explanation that she had gotten some kind of food
poisoning at Lunch the day before and did not want to
scare him, so she had simply checked herself into a
local hospital overnight. She explained to me that she
had often done this when she went out with the girls
and drank too much, so he would not suspect any
different.

Now she figured she had to do something more that made
some sense, but she did not know what she was going to
figure up to tell him. She needn’t have worried…
Daniel’s bosses had chartered a fishing boat for
fathers and their sons and Daniel had opted in
Maryanne’s absence to take little Danny fishing with
him for a week.

Later that night when Daniel had Danny out to Wal-Mart
and they were acquiring all the appropriate fishing
gear for their “trip”, Maryanne called me at Gina’s
house and told us the news! She could barely contain
herself over the phone, she was so happy! They were
supposed to leave for their fishing trip the very next
afternoon.

Gina was elated with excitement. Not only was she going
to get fucked every night, she was going to maybe even
get fucked where the ancients in Christianity had
fucked. She had gotten very excited at making love with
Maryanne in their Lesbian couplings and she seemed to
thoroughly enjoy the slipping of my hardness into her
pussy doggie style as she sucked on Maryanne’[s clit.

She had learned on the modern Internet all the malarkey
about "Roman Catholic tales of paganistic beliefs
surrounding Jesus"... now she could see for herself the
actual sites that made those lies so ridiculous. She
even called her father, telling him of her recent
fortune, and I could hear her telling him all about me
as her employer and wanting her to learn more about the
truth about Jesus. In my studies in both my formal
education in college working on my Master's degree in
Theology, as well as recent further research on the
Internet, I had learned that there are some very good
superficial reasons why all this took place in England.

Because of Joseph's merchant business it was a known
location, where Royal friends could help, and far from
persecution. The deeper levels of meaning require
broader levels of perspective. Without going into
detail again, I'll mention that the Lost Tribes were
headquartered in Britain. Ephraim and Judah were
already running the country. These folks, and their
cousins that would come in later, are the very ones who
God drafted to take His message to the world. We're
looking at a plan that God set up to run almost four
thousand years ago.

He called Abraham to father the nation that would
supply the stock and the wealth for the Zarah line to
precede the Israelites into Europe, from whence they
would take the Message of Christ to the rest of the
world. Please remember when reading the following Bible
references that the House of Israel is distinct from
the House of Judah. All are Israelites (descendents of
Israel/Jacob), but only the Tribe of Judah are the
Jews.

Although many of the Jews were scattered, Jeremiah, in
50:17 is talking about the House of Israel. We know
from the context, in which he clearly separates "the
children Israel", from the "children of Judah."
(v.4,20)

Hosea echoes the scattering in chapter 1 verse 4.

First Peter is addressed to the "scattered
expatriates." The places he names are just the
locations of Israelite groups of the northeast
Mediterranean. An astounding prophecy is made by the
High Priest Caiaphas in John 11:51-52. Jesus would die
for the Jewish nation AND the ones scattered abroad
Jesus says he has other sheep "not of this
(geographical Israel) fold." John 10:16 Jesus says that
he is sent, and he sends his apostles to the "lost
sheep of the House of Israel."

Why not just say Israel? Jesus was specifying a
particular group of Israelites. Looking up the word
gentiles in Strong's reveals the definition, "a tribe;
specifically a foreign(non-Jewish) one." The Jews of
Jesus' time called the Celts and Scythians Gentiles,
along with all the other folks that didn't worship God.
Yet a few understood. Like Peter and Paul.

Paul writes to the Roman Church. The church that was
headed up by the Royal British family, a few of which
were related to him by law. He says in, Romans 15:8-12,
that Jesus, as well as minister to "the circumcision",
but also came that the Gentiles might Glorify God.

Can there be any doubt that Christianity flowed out of
Britain in the first century after the crucifixion? But
remember, Joseph of Arimathea was tied into the Royal
British family, and the ties went straight into the
Royal Roman family as well. It's just an impossible
piece of history. The Roman Emperor who decrees death
to all Christians, becomes the wing under which the
Church at Rome flourishes. He gives his daughter in
marriage to the former British King, then adopts the
daughter of his fiercest enemy, the British king
Caradoc.

And all this in the midst of the bloody war with
Britain. That night Gina stripped me naked and then
stripped herself. She was bound and determined that she
and I would consummate our love even more fully with
one another. I fucked her just once that night, but
when I shot those little fishies into her it was with a
strong desire that they turn into at least one baby, if
not more.

Like Jesus, I held a strong desire to have a baby from
each of my wives. I hoped that at least one of them
would have children, who would further have children,
and on down the bloodlines to create yet another
lineage resembling our Prince William of England as the
late Princess Diana had apparently tried but had met a
terrible and untimely death over. The next day at work
(Thursday) I got on the Internet and reserved airline
reservations for myself and my two "wives".

We were extremely fortunate in that we got seats all
the way back on that British Airways Boeing 747, Flight
48, leaving from Seattle at :10 p.m. Friday night.
Those seats were a definite plus... they were
immediately adjacent to the lavatories on the plane and
had more leg room than the normal tourist cabin seat
had (when I fly somewhere, while I could afford an
upgrade to Business class, I do not, because for those
extra couple of hundred dollars for roughly 9 hours of
travel time it is hardly worth it, and I'd rather be
able to afford more when I get to my destination).

The lavatories would be handy... I "could not see"
myself or either of these hot young wives being able to
ride that old airplane for 9.5 hours between Seattle-
London without getting at least one load of cum in
their belly that they might have to douche themselves
over. Maryanne had been pregnant once, and now she
wanted to see if perhaps cum shot into her at 450 mph
at 40,000 feet would feel differently? I thought...
"Women... "!

That would put us in to Heathrow at Noon on Saturday. I
then contacted my normal car rental company that I use
in England and made reservations for a new Jaguar
estate wagon that we could pick up at Heathrow upon
arrival. I called my normal B&B landlady in Glastonbury
who had a couple of Bed and Breakfast rooms adjacent to
each other, one with a single bed and the other with a
double bed and found that her accommodations were
available for the 3 of us starting Saturday night.

I called the church people at Bath back and told them
of all my arrangements and since we would be arriving
at the Abbey on Saturday after picking up our car, and
the next day was Sunday, that they would meet us there
on that Sunday. The Abbey had a meeting place where we
could meet and discuss and "iron out" any problem
areas.

The Archbishop agreed to have the Sales people from the
bus lines there to better offer and discuss the
services they were to provide to us. Maryanne spent
Thursday night in our bed at McChord AFB. We did not
get much sleep because I had called in to my company's
headquarters in Hong Kong advising them that I was on
business in England for the next week or so and would
let them know when I returned.

I made up a convincing story to them, saying that I was
working on a big international trade development that
involved the Communist Chinese, North Korea and Vietnam
on one side and the English, Germans and Italians on
the other side with the USA in the middle as a
transloading point, and that I could not discuss this
with anyone because of security arrangements. They were
very excited about this and wished me good luck.

Those wives nearly fucked me raw that night. One time I
was fucking Maryanne and Gina was down there between
Maryanne's legs with her head, under my cock and
licking my balls as I was licking and tongue fucking
Gina in a corkscrew position. At another time I fucked
Gina and as I unloaded my shots of fishies into her
womb she screamed and I saw Maryanne pissing on my back
which dribbled down onto Gina's nakedness beneath me.
God had obviously made these two lovely fuck mates for
me on a "special order"... I could not have asked for
more!

Our bodies were a continuous mess of wet pee, cum,
pussy juice all night. We kept our bearings by gulping
large amounts of Kosher wine, which made us have to pee
all the more. Gina's bed was definitely going to have
to be replaced from being so saturated with spent cum
and piss from this evening! To keep confusion down, I
took the women down to a local jewelry shop Friday
morning and bought them each a nice set of engagement
and wedding rings, so that if anything arose over in
England (not that I suspected it might) that they could
claim that they were each my wife, on separate
inquiries of course.

That Friday night saw us at Sea-Tac at the British
Airways passenger counter. True to their word, those
highly professional BA stewards and stewardesses took
our luggage on check-in and helped us aboard that big
ship of the skies. As it turned out, this was not the
tourist season, so there was a lot of extra room on
board. We each had six seats across to be able to lie
down on and hopefully sleep.

We explained to one of the stewardesses that Gina's
husband was an Air Force pilot on the C-17, but that
Gina had never flown on one of these larger airplanes
before. She wanted to know where Gina's husband was and
we advised her that we were on a Theological planning
mission and that he was busily flying missions in and
out of the various hot spots all over the world. We did
not say anything but we "gathered" that this stewardess
figured that Maryanne and I were husband and wife. If
she only knew...

Then we were taxiing out to the runway and we were
forced back into our seats as we felt those big jets
suck in their air and push us forward. The front of
plane lifted off and soon I could feel the air currents
grab us and we floated into the air, with the end of
the runway passing below us about 200 feet. We went
into a steep climb and the pilot banked the plane to
the left and I could see Mt. Rainier pass under our
wing as we soon were higher than its peak.

As we headed almost due North towards the Hope-
Princeton area, I could see out in the distance the
Okanogan Valley, and then Osooyos, British Columbia,
and then Lake Okanagan before rising above the clouds
and out into nothing but blue sky. The women were about
as excited as they could get without peeing their
pants, figuratively speaking.

I had asked that for this trip that I would be very
pleased if no underwear was worn at any time, because
it has been my experience in England that fucking is
normally condoned regardless of where it is attempted,
except in most churches. At Glastonbury Abbey, except
in the museum, or in a service within the old confines
of the Sanctuary itself, normal social intercourse
without sex being involved, was entirely possible and
permitted as long as it did not become an display of
fucking in an out-and-out orgy. On the Glastonbury Tor
nearby group nudity with its accompanying fucking was
often the norm.

It seemed like in no time at all we were approaching
the 10,000 lakes area of southern Canada. The women
could not believe that there were so many lakes down
there, but then I reminded them that we are 40,000 feet
above them and as such we could see for miles adjacent
to just one lake. We were approaching an area that not
many people think about.

In this day and age where the computer rules we did not
have to worry about it much, but if we had not had our
computer on this airplane, and if we had to rely on the
magnetic basis of North and South, our compass would
have been going berserk. As it was, our BA flight crew
did not even have to bother about the correct heading
as we continued to fly a straight line to London.

Soon we could see the nighttime of the United States
sky off to the distant to our right. We would not
experience more than perhaps 15 minutes of darkness
tonight as when it got dark on us, the sun would be
coming up shortly to our left. We saw the shoreline of
the Hudson's Bay emerge and then it looked like we were
crossing the Atlantic Ocean, but in reality we were
simply over Hudson's Bay as soon we were once again
crossing eastern Canada.

We could see Newfoundland off to the distance with its
blinking lights of Halifax and then there seemed to be
nothing below us, although in reality there was much...
millions of gallons of Atlantic Ocean and icebergs such
as what had sunk the Titanic in 1912. I began to doze
off, as it was now my bedtime of about midnight back in
Seattle.

I was awakened by Gina. She had stayed awake and had
caught a glimpse of whiteness below us, she thought we
were at the North Pole. I explained to her about
Greenland which calmed her concerns a bit...she had
thought that the aircrew had gotten us lost. Cuddling
her back to sleep we lay in each other's arms with an
airline blanket covering us. We got a funny look from
the Stewardess as she awoke us to give us our Dinner
meal.

I think she was trying to figure out what this young
wife was doing in my loving arms when she had said that
her husband was a Lieutenant in the Air Force and was
away from home, flying. If she would have checked the
smell on my fingers she would have found that that
young Air Force wife's pussy juice had been bathing
them. We sat up and straightened our clothes. Maryanne
reached over and kissed me full on the lips just as
that same stewardess returned with our meals. Now she
looked really confused.

Maryanne teasingly told her that I was married to both
of them, but that sometimes Gina's husband did not
accompany us on some of our missions for the church. We
left it at that... I think that that stewardess came to
the conclusion that we were Mormon or something and we
did not pursue it. She also exhibited some Lesbian
tendencies when she talked to Gina.

She did not seem to remember me, but I remembered
her...on an earlier flight she had inadvertently
dropped something from the food cart and had bent over
to pick it up, right in front of my face as I had
appeared to be dozing. When she bent over, her split-
in-the-back skirt did its splitting and I was facing
bare ass and cunt...obviously she did not believe in
wearing underwear.

That would stand to reason... most of the time these
stewardesses worked behind closed curtains on the
airplane and if two of them were Lesbian, the absence
of panties would aid tremendously in their chanced
sexual satisfaction when they were supposed to be
working. Shortly after we finished our meal we were
leaving Greenland's airspace and in a short time we
could look out to our left and see Iceland off in the
distant.

Maryanne and I then sat down and reclined our seats and
Gina laid the airline blanket over us. I reached down
to Maryanne's legs and soon was cupping her naked pubic
mound, as she reached into my Bermuda shorts and pulled
out my cock and began stroking it to hardness. I could
feel my cum building and then I was bathing her hand in
it. She pulled her hand up to her face and Gina reached
over after she saw what was going on, and the two of
them licked off all my thick syrupy cream and swallowed
it.

My "edge" had been removed, and now I slipped off to
sleep once more, to leave the women to their own
devices of sexual satisfaction. I awoke to Gina's
exclamation of once again seeing land coming 'up'
beneath us and looked down to see the upper islands
north of Scotland coming into view. I turned to
Maryanne and told her that unless we did it quick that
she would not get to experience shots of cum at 450
miles per hour at 40,000 feet like she had asked for in
Seattle.

With that she got up and headed for the lavatory,
beckoning me to join her in a few minutes. When I got
there she had removed her skirt and was bare from the
waist down, and was sitting on the wash basin. I barely
had the room to get into that lavatory with her there,
and I sat down on the closed lid of the toilet seat and
removed my Bermuda shorts and underwear.

My cock was once again hard and I pulled this lovely
Mommy of my son onto my lap with my cock slipping deep
into her baby nest. We began a series of hard, fast
pistoning and I soon felt my cum erupt from my balls
and begin to shoot into her depths. It was not shot at
450 miles per hour, though, that was the speed of the
airplane as I shot it into her in thick volleys. She
finally understood that. We cleaned each other off and
then she put her skirt back on and emerged back into
the cabin to rejoin Gina.

A short time later I joined both of them as we began a
short brunch somewhere over northern Scotland. We found
out that in our absence that our pilot had visited to
visit with Gina, and had asked if she wanted to visit
the cockpit for awhile. She declined saying that flying
was not her cup of tea, even though her husband was an
Air Force pilot.

In reality she thought that perhaps he was a bit horny
and after she and I had been fucking she felt that
these nerds had little to offer in issues of love or
lust. We began to feel the airplane start its descent
into London and Heathrow Airport, as the pilot turned
on the airbrakes and we began to slow down
considerably.

Then before we hardly knew it I looked out and saw the
Houses of Parliament and Big Ben slipping below our
wing. The pilot did a steep bank and soon we were
leveling off to gradually descend down onto the runway
at Heathrow. We had spent just a little over 9 hours in
the air... good time coming from Seattle. The Captain
advised that we had experienced a tail wind most of the
way across of about 50 kilometers per hour which
increased our airspeed tremendously.

We were soon through British Customs and then were
converting our U.S. dollars into British Pounds. I
could see right away that these women were going to
have a bit of a problem... they were confusing a
British Pound to equal one American Dollar when in fact
the exchange rate was One Pound equals $1.60.

I decided that until they got more used to that
conversion rate that they could spend their own money,
until at least we got to Glastonbury. That way they
could observe how I did and maybe learn from it. I then
called my car rental company and in no time at all they
delivered a brand new sky blue Jaguar estate wagon. We
only had brought a couple of smaller suitcases and I
quickly place them in the boot.

We all climbed into the car and soon I was on the M4
headed West. It was now 1 p.m. and we had about 4 hours
of driving to get to Glastonbury, plus another hour or
so to allow for stopping getting something to eat or
take pee breaks. The women could not get over us
driving on the "wrong side" of the road, but of course
it was almost second nature to me as I had lived over
here in the Air Force for nearly 4 years and had been
back several times on church business at Glastonbury,
plus each time I came back I visited friends near RAF
Lakenheath and near Northampton that were almost
"family" to me.

Chapter 5

We stopped about an hour later on the M4 at a rest stop
just outside of Swindon. The women had never seen a
British "freeway" rest stop before. They are like small
villages, with several restaurants, restrooms and
shops, and petrol stations, with large parking lots.

Once again, Maryanne was "coaching" me to "get back on
the right side of the road as I drove into the lot to
park. The women definitely had to pee so I waited for
them to come back out and then we decided to order a
small brunch as the airline had fed us so much without
us doing much exercise on the airplane.

Since I was driving I did not order a beer but they
each had a couple of light ales. And then we were on
the road again, it was about 3:30 p.m by that time. We
got to the M5 near Bristol and headed south. Maryanne
was positive... I was going to get us all killed by
driving on the "wrong" side of the road as I went
through that interchange. Gina calmed her fears and
told her to relax, that all she had to do was to
remember that we drove in England just ass-backwards to
how we drive in Seattle. That seemed to relax her a bit
and we heard no more from her about my "dangerous
driving".

It was just a short drive on the M5 and I saw the signs
to Glastonbury and the A30. The A30 is not a freeway
and it reminds me a lot of Stevens Pass, except it does
not go over a mountain pass. Roads in England that are
2-laned often resemble a country road in the States
with their overflowing trees that cover the entire
roadway so that one gets an idea that they are driving
through a tunnel of sorts of greenery.

From almost the time we turned off the M5, we could
look out to the distant and see the familiar St.
Michael's church tower of Glastonbury Tor. At first it
does not appear overly large, but as you draw nearer to
it the Tor is really quite a hill, sticking up out of
the surrounding English countryside of the Somerset
plains. And then we were in Street, almost a suburb of
Glastonbury if Glastonbury still existed as a viable
economic center any more. Instead, Street has become
that with Glastonbury being more of a tourist Mecca and
religious and cultural center without much economic
activity.

We arrived in Glastonbury at 5:30 p.m. local time which
was just 14:30 hours after we had left Seattle. The
women were "bushed" and I could tell that there wasn't
going to be much fucking tonight. I found the B&B that
I normally stay at and the Filipina manager welcomed me
with open arms.

She was very happy that I had brought along these women
as she knew that when I visited previously that I had
often been a little more than horny. She said that the
last time I had been here that she had almost come
upstairs to my room and fucked me and would have
because her husband had been scheduled to work that
particular night, but at the last minute he had gotten
off work.

She, too, was a bit horny as her Bloke husband did not
want to fuck anymore after the birth of their son 9
years previously and she sooo wanted a little girl. I
told her that I could not do her any good, that these
"wives" of mine were also trying to keep me for
themselves. I could sense her disappointment. The women
did not want anything else to eat before they went to
bed.

They determined that Maryanne should sleep by herself
in the single bed and that I and Gina would share the
bed together in the other room. We all got undressed
and were soon laying in bed naked, getting ready to go
to sleep. Gina cuddled into my naked arms and legs,
murmuring how appreciative she felt of being my lover,
my secretary and now bed mate.

I made a mental note to myself that as soon as we
returned to Seattle that she would soon also become my
legal wifey, and told her so. She was overjoyed and of
course accepted, and said that we had to do something
about that by her leaving England with me pregnant with
my baby.

The next morning I awoke to somewhat familiar
surroundings. I knew that Viola's husband always left
for work early on his bicycle, so I slipped on my
bathrobe and slipped downstairs to find the morning
paper. I glanced into the kitchen and there was Viola
also in her bathrobe, beginning to fix our Breakfasts.

She did not see me and I quietly snuck up on her, my
robe untied and flowing loosely around my nakedness. I
reached around her and nuzzled her neck, surprising her
at first and then she was turning in my arms against my
nakedness, her own robe falling open and my hard cock
was poking her in her little Filipino tummy. I kissed
her full on the lips in true French wantonness, and
backed off asking her if she still wanted to have a
baby daughter.

We gently slid to the floor and she did not have to
answer vocally... her hot wetness engulfed my hard cock
and I was soon pumping my fishies deep against her
cervix. As it turned out, she was ovulating and yes,
she "caught". A couple of months later I got a note in
the mail that I was going to be a new daddy. Her
husband was pissed, and soon left her afterwards in a
divorce.

In England, Adultery is not grounds for divorce, but
desertion is, and he had deserted her, so she ended up
with the B&B with child support payments from him for
their son, and unmarried mother allowance for our
daughter because the British government could not
identify any man that had the same DNA origins as our
daughter.

I had "fed" her my cum and sperm... later on that
morning she fed us our Breakfasts. While Adultery
exists in England, legal norms against it does not. In
fact it is more or less considered just another form of
communication and the sex that accompanies it is looked
upon as little more than a common handshake or kiss.
Somehow in the early days of colonization of America
from England of the religious communities coming to New
York, Massachusetts, Rhode Island, etc., those
religious holy rollers were bound and determined that
anything sexually satisfying was to be considered a
sin. Oftentimes their leaders had attracted and married
young beautiful women, and while the husband was out
preaching in the wilderness the poor little lady was
left home alone.

Those young farm boys also got horny, and on more than
one occasion the preacher husband returned home after a
2-3 day sojourn with the young wife seeping some other
guy's cum from her vulva lips, with of course her tummy
beginning to grow from an implanted seed.

These preachers had to do something about this so the
appropriate laws were passed and at first those guilty
were made an example of. It rapidly became not so
popular to be caught in bed with someone not your
lawfully wedded wife or husband. Guilty pregnant wives
were often locked into an apparatus that prevented them
from moving, bent over forward and forcibly fucked in
their ass, and then pissed on.

If they could catch or determine who the natural daddy
was, the guy got castrated without benefit of medical
attention and most of them bled to death. To put all
this into a nutshell, word got out that it was not nice
to fuck another's wife or husband!

In England, on the other hand, the English had never
learned this. Pubs were popular places for debauchery
and drinking and the more people drank oftentimes the
looser they became. The micro-miniskirt came into being
and a nice looking young lass on a barstool with too
many warm Watney Red Barrel mugs of beer often created
a scenario that was conducive to opening lines of
possible romantic venturing that would never have been
attempted without the assistance of all that alcohol.

Husbands and wives often ventured to the local pub
together, leaving their kids (if they had any) to the
accompaniment of the telly and some science fiction
show. The game of Darts is a popular pastime in an
English Pub, with the losers buying a round of drinks
at each setting. Oftentimes there would be 10-15
settings in a single night. Common math would "have"
Darts players consuming as much as a gallon of beer
apiece in one night.

Many times the wife did not play Darts, but her husband
did, but each time that a match was lost the beer
included buying one for the wife as well. So she would
sit at the bar, on her barstool, getting mildly
intoxicated while her hubby got sauced. It only took a
little common sense to understand that for some bloke
that did not play Darts that wanted to fuck a young
wife, had ample opportunity to be able to enjoy the
charms of some young beauty while her husband was
passed out from drinking too much beer.

Usually about 30 minutes before closing time, these
young lechers would appear and with a little skillful
seduction the young wife would be soon walking out of
the pub, headed home "to check on the kiddies". Of
course the hubby was still engrossed in his Darts game
and barely heard her and when the Darts game was over
he was too drunk to even make it to the door to go
home. Meanwhile the young horny sober gentleman was
escorting the young wife home, feeling her up at every
opportunity.

Many times panties were left on the sidewalk, mini-
skirts were barely hanging on from getting unzipped and
blouses were unbuttoned by the time the young wife got
to her front door. Of course the kids were in bed
asleep and the young wife and her new "boyfriend" were
engaged in a process known as trying to make a new
baby, in her own conjugal bed. And long before the pub
opened the next morning the previously passed out
husband was trying to find his way home in his hangover
condition, and the "boyfriend" had long split the scene
of impregnation.

When I had served in the Air Force previously at RAF
Lakenheath, I had become acquainted with Sammy and Liz.
Sammy was a lush, but a good Darts player. He had
married Liz who had already been pregnant and had given
birth to a baby that she did not know who the natural
daddy was. Liz loved to fuck. Sammy liked to fuck as
well, but he also liked to drink himself silly and as
such he rarely was in the kind of shape that his dick
would get hard and stay that way long enough to
impregnate Liz. I knew these two for nearly 4 years and
in the process she had had at least one of my babies (a
son) and babies from yet 2 more GIs.

Then she discovered that Africans had larger cocks so
she just had to "try one". She had a baby girl that was
half Black. That did it for Sammy who was Irish/Welsh,
and he left town. The last I saw of her she had been
fucking yet another nigger who had also knocked her up.
She collected child support from Sammy who was her
husband when I and the other GIs got her pregnant, and
probably got the Dole from the British government on
the half-Black bastards she got from fucking those
niggers because they had rotated back to the States and
no DNA could be collected to prove paternity.

After we had finished our Breakfasts, I took the women
over to the Abbey. Actually the Abbey grounds bordered
the back yard of our Bed and Breakfast flat, but we had
to go out onto the street and walk about a block and
half to get to the front entrance of the Abbey. There
we met the Archbishop.

I introduced him to my "wives". Then we went into the
small sanctuary, St. Patrick's Chapel, that was used
for remembrance type services and he introduced me to
the people from Bristol who were going to provide our
bus service. There were several minor discrepancies to
work out, but they were mostly due to
misunderstandings. We quickly resolved them and then we
were free to do what we wanted to do. I took the women
around the ancient Abbey, explaining to them the
significance of various locations... the ancient
cemetery, the lower levels that consisted of the
original wattlewood church that Jesus built and the
artesian well that was used for drinking water and
baptisms. The Glastonbury Thorn tree that was developed
from the original "shoot" that had grown out of Joseph
of Arimathea's staff as he poked it into the ground on
Wearyall Hill which at that time was the shoreline of
the ancient England.

I showed them the gravesite where King Arthur's body
had been found, and explained the location of the 12
Stations of the Cross that we used for our Pilgrimage
services each year. I then took them inside the
Glastonbury Abbey Museum where there is a display and
model of the original Glastonbury Abbey as it appeared
before the fire destroying it about 1200 A.D. Adjacent
to the Museum was a curio shop and bookstore where
items could be bought.

In its heyday, Glastonbury Abbey was considered to be
the largest and most wealthiest cathedral in all of
Europe. It was THE center of Christianity... considered
at that time to what we thought of the Vatican today,
but much, much larger. To modern Christians the Vatican
is considered to be little more than a paganistic
temple.

The alleged St. Peter, St. Paul were poor examples of
what Jesus THE Christ had left behind to teach
Christianity, and there was ongoing developing truth
attached to them that they could very well have been
social misfits that pretty much robbed the Christian
thought from Joseph of Arimathea and Jesus' brother
James. There is ample evidence to show that "Paul" was
little more than a magician.

In the museum there was documentary evidence that the
Saxon King of what would become England, Arviragus, had
deeded 12-160 acres (hides) of land, or about 1920
acres, to Joseph of Arimathea when he returned from
Palestine with the Disciples after the Crucifixion.
This land has never been taxed to this day by any
British government authority. Most of the land that
surrounds Somerset and Cornwall to an extent, today is
owned by Prince Charles of the British royalty, with
occupier leases for the people that use it.

Charles retains the mineral rights and other natural
resources developments. It is somewhat ironic that
Prince William will eventually inherit this wealth, as
we will see later in another chapter, through the
proven bloodlines that Prince William has to inherit it
because of his bloodline extending through his maternal
grandfather the Earl Spencer to Jesus and King David.

For reasons obvious, this is not a popular thought
amongst Roman Catholics, and they do not like to be
reminded that Joseph of Arimathea had little or nothing
to do with the ancient Roman Empire and its paganistic
practices, because he was a very practiced Jew. Even
the King of England at the time was a Druid and had no
real belief in the Roman Catholicism that we find today
was highly relative to Greek and Roman paganism.

I took the women on up to the Chalice Well. This is yet
another mysterious location and it readily will make a
believer out of you. It is said that Joseph of
Arimathea secretly brought back the Cup of the Last
Supper from Palestine, and dropped it into this Chalice
Well. From that time onwards, this well pours forth a
reddish tinted spring water on one side that has great
medicinal purities in it, as well as clear spring water
from yet another side, both sides having the same
source of supply.

Prince Charles once fell from his horse playing Polo
and broke his arm. Buckingham Palace sent him here and
he lay in a large pool of this red tinted water for
about 30 minutes and his arm was rapidly healed. People
that visit here are often seen drinking this water...
every time I come here I end up bringing at least a
gallon of it home with me in plastic bottles, for
medicinal purposes. For many years I smoked, and could
not seem to kick that habit. I sipped some of that
Chalice Well water on my first visit here and lost all
desire to smoke a cigarette afterwards.

The area surrounding the Chalice Well seems
concentrated with a spiritual blessing. The women could
feel this as we entered it. Gina made a comment to the
effect that she could almost feel the need to get
pregnant as soon as she stepped into the presence of
that well. Maryanne said that her nipples on her
breasts were creating special flashes of horniness as
soon as we came to that well. There is an adjacent
seating area that is rather private for those that wish
to partake of it and so I took the women there. As soon
as we were inside and seated, those women attacked me.

Gina said afterwards that she definitely had been told
by some spirit that it was time for her to conceive
with me. We continued on up to the Glastonbury Tor. The
Tor was considered by most people visiting here to be
the central point of the Mother Earth for rites of
fertility. Just about on any given day or night it was
rare that at least one pussy wasn't getting fertilized
by some cock, in most cases there would be 5-10, some
of which were even getting pregnant. There seemed to be
no measure of discrimination of selections.

Many people got into various stages of dress or undress
and simply fucked the nearest pussy or cock, regardless
of whom it belonged to. This was probably the most
erotic place on all the earth and was definitely the
end to celebrate God's plan to populate the Earth, in
an idealistic sense. Far from being the ideal, though,
was the very real scenario that a lot of this fucking
produced drug-related birth defects, a lot of venereal
disease, pregnancies with no viable identification of
who the natural daddy(s) were, etc.

Humankind had taken a beautiful thing called the human
body and sex and had just about destroyed it. The women
both advised that they once again felt the need to
reproduce as soon as we reached the top of the Tor. We
stripped naked and lay out on the grass. Some young
pothead hippie that apparently thought the women were
ripe for fucking, came over, his dick swinging. He
confronted Maryanne and she told him "No!", on no
uncertain terms. He persisted and when Maryanne
finished with him he was lucky to have been able to
swing his dick...she hauled off and kicked him with her
bare foot as hard as she could.

He doubled over in pain in his stoned condition, got
the message and could not retreat fast enough. Other
hippies saw this and they all quickly backed away from
us, leaving us to our own little partying mood. I then
fucked Maryanne and shot my volleys into her fertility.
My cock surprised me as once it deflated from fucking
Maryanne it began to harden again, and I slipped into
Gina as well.

The fertility God assisted by the Ley Lines connecting
the Tor to Stonehenge and other ancient Druid sites had
obviously helped me to regain my vitality so that I
could possibly impregnate both of my "wives". By the
time I finished both women were seeping my sperm from
their vulva lips. I had an idea that today both of them
were surely pregnant if they hadn't "caught" already.

They seemed overjoyed as we descended that hill. That
same fertility god had once again visited upon me and
my cock renewed itself in hardness, but we had to go...
we had many things to do yet, today.

I then took them to Wearyall Hill, the ancient Ynys
Writin, and showed them the site where Joseph of
Arimathea landed in ancient Somerset with Jesus' wives
Mary Magdelene and Martha and their children, and the
Mother Mary, and Lazarus, whom He had raised from the
dead. This was marked by the Glastonbury Thorn Tree
that grew from Joseph's staff that he stuck into the
ground as he stepped from the ship that was carrying
him.

This tree has been found to be the only one of its kind
to survive from an origin in Palestine of this species.
There have been attempts to take shoots from that kind
of tree in Palestine to various places throughout the
world, and none will grow. But when shoots from this
tree are planted elsewhere they do grow...the one in
the grounds of the Washington (DC) Cathedral, the one
on the ancient Glastonbury Abbey grounds, and one at
Buckingham Palace.

It is almost as if God has chosen Glastonbury to be the
place for Joseph's staff to take root and then to
spread from there the growing of this tree. Very few
people take into consideration the growth of this tree.
It is located on a small hill that does not offer any
significance as one enters Glastonbury from the West.
It looks more like a bit of a cow pasture and often has
cattle grazing on it. In the year 2002 it was
quarantined from the outbreak of Hoof and Mouth disease
from livestock and no one was allowed on it.

In God's Trustee Plan we find that He works in the long
term. He often takes centuries to set up certain events
or circumstances. A neat little study is listing God's
Trustees or Protectorates throughout the last four
thousand years. First came Joseph, the eleventh son of
Jacob. God sent him to Egypt twenty-one years before
Jacob came with his family from famine ravaged Canaan.
Twenty-one years!

Jeremiah was given Trusteeship of the Throne and the
bloodline of David. He brought King Zedekiah's daughter
Tea Tephi to Ireland in order to join the two lines of
Judah, the Pharez line in Tea and the Zarah line in
Eochaidh, high king of Ireland. This happened in 583 BC
and was part of God's preparation of the land to which
the House of Israel would migrate. The Davidic
bloodline would be woven through all the kings and
queens of northwest Europe as a result of the marriage
of those two. But five hundred years earlier, God had
already placed Brutus in England. He founded New Troy
(London) about 1100 BC. Talk about planning ahead!

We could also talk of Tobit, and especially Queen
Esther, whom God placed in Persia to protect the
captive Jews. We might even mention English kings
Arviragus and Caradoc. Arviragus would become God's
"Protectorate" for the Cradle of Christianity,
Glastonbury. It was Arviragus who gifted Joseph and his
companions twelve 160 acre parcels of land, tax free
forever. Caradoc, Pendragon of England, would become
God's "Protectorate" of the fledgling Roman Christian
Church; the church Paul wrote to. Caradoc spent seven
years "house arrest" before returning to Britain. It
was his children who were the core of the Roman church.

There are volumes be said about the pioneering of the
Tribe of Dan, as they (the Phoenicians) established
trade routes from China to south America, and
reconnoitered the migration route of the Lost Tribes
west across Europe. Look at all the "Dn" names on the
rivers. There's the Danube, the Dneiper, the Don, and
on. Why there are three Don rivers in the British
Isles! Those Danite\Phoenicians tacked up their name
everywhere they went. Just like they did in the Bible
when they conquered a town and changed the name to
Mahanedan (Judges 18:12)

Lastly, let me point to Daniel. God set up Daniel to
run the Babylonian government during the time of the
Exile. God sticks to a winning plan. He set up a
Trustee for Christianity as well. And please notice
that these Trustees are highly educated, highly
situated, and most of them were pretty good looking,
too. Joseph of Arimathea has been called one of the
richest men in the world. He inherited that tin trade
from his fellow Israelites; the Phoenicians.

They had been bringing ore from England for centuries.
Joseph was well educated, a member of the ruling
political body of the whole country. He was well placed
as "Noblis Decurio", a minister of mines for the Roman
empire, with direct access to Pilate himself. Joseph of
Arimathea was no slouch. How better to protect Jesus,
after Joseph the carpenter died, and insure the seeding
and growth of the Gospel in England; the place to which
the scattered House of Israel would continue to migrate
for the next eleven centuries?

The prophecies of this migration are in just about all
the prophetic books of the Old Testament. But read the
book of Hosea if you want to see the history of the
Celts and Scythians/House of Israel/Lost Tribes. Joseph
of Arimathea, in his Jewish roots of Cornwall, had
simply taken his family's possessions of tin, marble
and zinc in their natural states, and done something
with them, and had gotten quite wealthy.

He had developed a small one- or two-boat fleet into a
large 200+ sailing vessels fleet to haul that ore from
its origins in Cornwall, most of it hand dug on the
seashore or out of seaside cliffs such as is found at
St. Agnes, to the northern shores of France,
transported overland to the South of France and then on
to Palestine, the Suez where some of it was transported
once again overland to the Gulf of Suez and then
carried yet again to the distant ports of Shanghai,
Bombay, Busan, Yokohama and Kaoshiung for the brass-
making that made those locales rich.

The "crude by today's standards" loading docks in the
bay at Penzance (sometimes spelled Pennzance) between
St. Michael's Mount and the English village of Marazion
composed of large rocks rising from the sandy beach
when the tide is out were very useful. When the tide
was out, this ore was hauled in to the bases of these
rocks and placed into floating barge-like containing
docks with wheels and as the tide came in they were
wheeled onto those large rocks that had been hewn out
into loading platforms.

Then when the tide reached its maximum in depth, the
sailing vessels would be hurriedly brought up against
those rocks and the ore would be transferred onto them
in a pulley/rope apparatus worked by human labor.
Documents discovered at the modern sea museum at Newlyn
show that sometimes it took over a month to load all
the ore from St. Agnes and Mindip that was hauled in to
this bay by donkey and oxen-pulled carts onto as many
as 20 or 30 of Joseph of Arimathea's sailing vessels.
Oftentimes the young adolescent Jesus accompanied his
uncle in this operation, and worked on the wattlewood
home he was building for the Mother Mary while that ore
was being transported from St. Agnes to Penzance.

In their zealous activity to degrade the truth about
the real Christianity as it had been portrayed in Rome,
the Roman Catholic Church had hidden all this from the
Western world. It is interesting to note that when
God's truth is tainted by paganistic authority, often
God shows revenge in some way. Reference the pedophile
behavior of the Roman Catholic Church that is getting a
lot of attention today in our news media, some of it so
bad that it is causing whole parishes to have to shut
down because of lawsuits.

It is also interesting to note that "Point Zero" of the
Hiroshima Atomic Bomb in WWII was none other than the
Jewish Temple in Japan where Jesus had visited with his
Uncle Joseph of Arimathea on one of these cargo-
carrying expeditions. The Roman Catholic ideological
persuasions could no longer afford as mass
communications emerged to have any existing evidence of
this, so that when the determination to bomb Japan to
end WWII was made, what better place to drop that bomb.

No one can convince me that Stalin, Roosevelt,
Churchill and the Vatican were not in cahoots with each
other. The poorly developed media at the time simply
did not have the expertise to investigate all this and
report on it like what might be done today. And there
was no asshole Texan by the name of George W. Bush Jr.,
to pass a "patriot act" to stifle criticism against
assholes in the government.

Chapter 6

In all this recent exposure these two young wives, one
of which was already a mommy, began developing
indications that they were thinking along the lines of
being more, much more, than a willing bed partner to
me. While they remained very erotic acting and would
not hesitate to lay on some grassy knoll in nature and
open their legs wide to receive what I had to give
them, they were doing things that made me becoming
convinced that they surely wanted more than just my
sperm planted in their hot little bellies, they were
becoming concerned that that sperm coupled with their
eggs would produce a baby that would be conceived in
the same place as the early Christians had been
conceived. They seemed to get just that much more
erotic and wanton in their desires of my cock.

As we ventured onto Ynys Witrin both Maryanne and Gina
kept scanning the surrounding area for other people.
Finding none, when we reached the original Thorn tree,
it was evident... if they had been naked I would have
seen their vulva lips engorged with blood from being
"in heat".

I was practically raped under that tree by both of
them. Afterwards we lay there in our naked bliss,
letting our sex juices permeat our nakedness to dry
into a crust on my cock and balls and their freshly
fucked pussies. It was a good thing that they had not
worn panties, as their panties would have been soaked
on the way back down from that Wearyall Hill from all
my cum seeping from their baby nests. That crusting of
dryness on my cock and balls from those cum and pussy
spendings was making my crotch itch in the worst way!

They went on ahead to the museum's store where they
wanted to buy some items of memory from this trip. I
kissed them both and asked them to make sure that they
knew how to get back to the Bed and Breakfast where we
were staying. They assured me they did, as they turned
and began walking towards the museum, talking and
giggling like a couple of teenaged girls.

I got back to the Bed and Breakfast and decided to
shower, clean up. As I came back down the stairs and
started to go into the bathroom, Viola's door opened
and there she stood in all her lovely Filipina
nakedness. She advised that her husband had come home
and taken their son and had headed over to the Rugby
field where there was a game going on between Street
and one of the other nearby towns. My bathrobe dropped
to the floor and soon she was in my naked arms once
more. We dropped to the floor and once again that day I
was ensuring her that her womb was going to begin
growing our baby girl from the seeds I was planting in
her.

That night when the women returned, Viola fixed us all
an excellent meal of Fish n Chips. In England, Fish n
Chips are totally unlike what we find in the States
with a few paltry pieces of fish with heavy batter and
a small fist-sized bag of french fries. In England if
you order Fish n Chips, plan on being extremely hungry.
Your fish will consist of deep-fried fish in heavy
batter but your fish will be at least 2 inches thick
and will cover your entire dinner plate by itself. It
is virtually impossible to finish off both the Fish and
the French Fries, in one setting.

The English do not use lemon to spread on their fish,
instead they use a form of vinegar oil, which makes the
fish taste much better. Needless to say after all our
fucking for the day, when we finished eating we were
good for one thing... the bed and a good night's sleep,
as tomorrow morning we would leave Glastonbury where I
would take the women further down the coast of Cornwall
and show them the ancient tin mines that both Joseph of
Arimathea and the young Jesus worked in to support
Joseph's tin trade with the ancient commerce his
vessels carried from England to France and then
overland across France and from France to Egypt,
overland across the Suez, and then from the Suez to
India, Burma, China, Korea and Japan where the tin ore
was smelted with iron ore to give us the brass we so
value today in artwork.

I also planned to take them to the Jesus Well just
northeast of Padstow where Joseph's ships were
replenished with fresh water for their long journeys,
and then on down to Pennzance and St. Michael's Mount
where they could see a very real castle that sets high
on a natural barrier that was totally inaccessible
until the airplane was invented. And of course we had
to yet see Stonehenge and Southampton, the latter where
most of our English forefathers left to come to the
USA, and the last port (and only one) sailing of the
Titanic before it sunk off Newfoundland on that awful
ship disaster.

As we left Glastonbury early that next morning, I tried
to educate these young beautiful creatures more about
what God had taught us about Him and His son, Jesus.
The average person is so well inoculated with the
belief that Christianity was first established by the
Roman Catholic Church at Rome, and that Britain first
received the faith through St. Augustine, AD 597, that
they take it for granted. Wasn't the Roman Catholic
Church established in the fourth century, well after
the death of Constantine? Between Christ's death and
the establishment of the Roman Catholic Church lay
centuries.

Was Christianity waiting around for Constantine to
Christianize the Roman Empire and then die? Surely the
missionary work begun by the Apostles continued. But
where? The history of the Roman Catholic Church itself
testifies that England preceded itself in the
establishment of Christianity.

The average person is so well inoculated with the
belief that Christianity was first established by the
Roman Catholic Church at Rome, and that Britain first
received the faith through St. Augustine, AD 597, that
they take it for granted. Wasn't the Roman Catholic
Church established in the fourth century, well after
the death of Constantine?

Between Christ's death and the establishment of the
Roman Catholic Church lay centuries. Was Christianity
waiting around for Constantine to Christianize the
Roman Empire and then die? Surely the missionary work
begun by the Apostles continued. But where? The history
of the Roman Catholic Church itself testifies that
England preceded itself in the establishment of
Christianity.

The basic story of Joseph's trip to England varies in
some details from account to account. But the bare
facts are that Joseph, with many disciples travelled
from the holy land by boat and landed at Marseilles, in
the Vienoise province of the Gauls (France). From there
he went on to England established seminaries, sent out
missionaries, and helped in the conversion of the Royal
family. In his "Ecclesiastical Annals", Cardinal
Baronius, Curator of the Vatican library, gives this
account.

"In that year the party mentioned was exposed to the
sea in a vessel without sails or oars. The vessel
drifted finally to Marseilles and they were saved. From
Marseilles Joseph and his company passed into Britain
and after preaching the Gospel there, died."

The reason for the boat having been set adrift, was
that the Jews wanted to get rid of these Christians,
but couldn't get away with murder. How many of the
disciples were with Joseph of Arimathea during his
short stay in Gaul, before going on to England, is hard
to say.

Various existing records agree in part with the
Cardinal Baronius record, naming among the occupants of
the castaway boat Mary Magdlene, Martha, the hand-
maiden Marcella, Lazarus whom Jesus raised from the
dead, and Maximin the man whose sight Jesus restored.
Other records state that Philip and James accompanied
Joseph. Others report that Mary, the wife of Cleopas,
and Mary, the mother of Jesus; were also in the boat.
Here's Baronius' complete list of passengers:

Mary, wife of Cleopas; a very pregnant Martha-second
wife of Jesus; Lazarus, Eutropius, Salome the
handmaiden, Cleon, Saturninus, Mary Magdalene, first
wife of Jesus and mother of with Jesus' first son
Josephus; Marcella, the Bethany sisters' maid; second
son of Jesus and Mary Magdelene Maximin, Martial, first
son of Jesus and Martha; Trophimus, Sidonius
(Restitutus), and Joseph of Arimathea. And true to
God's way, Philip was waiting for the travellers in
France.

There is a wealth of uncontroversial testimonies
asserting his commission in Gaul, all of whi