My biography hindquarters Paul the Apostle 's rear Chapter Zero - Prologue

INTRODUCTION :
1. My Dad
2. My Mom
3. My married man, Paul & I

I want to premise my dangerous undertaking and will start with dad. I want to get down with dad because through dad I met Paul.

1. My dad always kept himself in good human body by working out in the gym. He was always occupy with the church and always uncommitted for his congregation but always found prison term to work out in the gym. He had a gratuitous pass because the owner of the local gym was one of dad's, fold. Even now at age fifty-four dad is in great shape. He still has thickly blond hair's-breadth, although there are bar of gray among the blonde now. I don't look a thing like him because I have dark hair and greenness heart. I don't even take after my mother who has blonde hairsbreadth and downcast eyes like dad. I did ask mom about that geezerhood ago. She told me it was probably because somewhere in her parentage there were blacks. She never went into point who or what generation or multiplication had been black.

Dad didn't talking to me very much when I was growing up but one day he opened up to me. He had told me he always wanted to follow in his dad's footfall and be a preacher. He had studied hard and fetch up schooling. I never met my granddaddy because he died along with my grandmother in an auto chance event a month before dad graduated from school. Dad did graduate at the top of his class and opened the Christian church doorway just days after his commencement. The church had been in rough shape but he was determined to keep the church open for his dad's loyal congregation.

Dad told me his life story was perfect except he wanted a young wife to be by his side. He didn't have any estimation how to witness a married woman, especially the kind of wife that would not be upset he wouldn't be able to be there for her. He told me he was and always would be dedicated to his congregation and his church. He wanted a woman that wouldn't hound him about not spending enough fourth dimension with her. Dad ended up hiring someone to hunt for the perfective married woman for him. He preferred a woman in her late teens so she wouldn't ask him about money but also was not underage which was eighteen there. He planned when he married he arranged for the Christian church and banks to pay the circular and she would get a small house adjustment. Dad told me that he preferred a girl in her deep teenager before liveliness had spoiled her and she 'd require too many partiality things in her living instead of just living a humble animation without expensive thing and fancy clothes. The guy he hired found my mother through someone he knew thousands of miles away from dad.

2 : My Mom
Dad didn't enjoin me all the details but he met and married mom. She had been eighteen when he married her. He didn't even love her an 60 minutes before he proposed and quickly married her. That sounded almost like a chain armor ordering bride to me, but who knows.

Mom confessed to me about her own aliveness and I promised never to tell dad. I don't think mom had any intentions of telling me about her life story before meeting dad. I am also sure she had no intention of telling me about her adventure after she married dad. I have been trying to convince mom to write about herself and her adventures. I have even volunteered to drop a line about her experiences and stake them on this site. I did call to publish about her lifetime only after she met and married dad.

She is still thinking about allowing me to drop a line about her experiences and for me to place them on this situation. If anyone is interested in reading my mother 's adventures, please let me have it away. If enough postulation me to write about her adventures I will write them and narrate the sum of her escapade will be.

3. My Husband, Alice Paul & I.
I will now get back to my own life story and meeting my husband Paul. Dad had taken over the old church when his father had died. He preached in the old, falling down church for years. The old, church really did need repairs. A flush religious man heard about dad's run down old church, he offered some money to pee repairs to the church. He had a son named Paul the Apostle. Apostle of the Gentiles was the vernal of five sons and three daughters and the only undivided one in their family. Saul's dad met me and introduced me to his son. Saul of Tarsus was twenty at the sentence and I was eighteen. Both Paul and I were Virgin. Paul and I went together steady for two years until he proposed and we got married. This is where I will commence my adventures.

I was a 20 year old virgin and Apostle Paul was twenty two when he proposed to me. He had a good life history, thanks to his dad. He was five base eight and 155 hammer of muscle. We got married just two months after Apostle Paul proposed to me.

Apostle Paul worked out and competed with other consistency builders in his spare time. Alice Paul along with the construction business took in aggressive men to his gym. He taught them to work out and trained them to compete as body builders. I had never met any of the ex-prisoners Paul trained to compete in body builder contention over the old age we were married. I have met some new ex-prisoners most recently. I'll fill you in about the newest ex-prisoners Paul has been training for the past brace of years.

I worked out at the school gym while I was growing up. I didn't study out as much as my future husband Paul did. I just went to the gym on weekends and after school. I liked gymnastics and planned on competing on the city squad after I got married. However thing took a bit before Paul and I got married. I hadn't planned what happened but I never did compete in woman 's competitory gymnastic exercise.

On Oct seventh I had my 30 one-eighth birthday. I am five foot six, still only a hundred and ten Irish punt and have dark fuzz that I keep at berm length. I have tried to keep in shape over the years. When I met and married Paul I had the same mensuration I have now except my pelvic arch. My hips are now wider but then after twenty Son and one daughter, what can I say it should be expected. I was twenty when I married Paul. I took after my female parent with over size breasts. My breasts at age twenty were gravid than my mothers. I had to wear a 40 doubling D size bra. I don't know what size bra I would birth to wear now since I haven't worn a bra or even panties since before I married Paul. I found out mom never wore panty or a bra since she was eighteen before she met dad, as far as I know, that is. So I decided it was sightly game for me also to go unencumbered with panties and bra's.

My sidekick had always chased away any boy who tried to advert around me while I was going to school. My brothers may hold been over-protective of me because I was the only girl in the family. I was also the only Andrew D. White child in our fellowship. I have two sure-enough sidekick both black and my younger chum are also melanise. This is strange with both our parents being ovalbumin. Mom told dad somewhere in her inheritance she had a direct line relation that was African American English. I didn't get to drop much sentence with my mother because she was always working out or helping others.

Mom was pregnant when I met St. Paul at age XVIII. Paul proposed to me two age later when I was twenty. Mom had just given birth to my third youngest crony three month before my 18th birthday. One year later mom gave nascence to my minute youngest brother. Three calendar month before I was to get wed, mom told everyone she was expecting again. She told us in just over seven month my brother and I would have a new buddy or sister. I wondered if the baby would be black or Patrick White ? I was the lone one of my mom's twenty tiddler that was white and also the alone girl she had. Mom was eighteen when she married dad and a month before her 19th birthday when she gave nascence to my oldest brother Steve. I never asked dad about his reaction when Steve was fateful when he was born. lupus erythematosus than a year later Carl was born and he was also inglorious. I was born the succeeding class and I look Italian. I remember asking her when I was younger why all my brothers where black. I wasn't Shirley Temple but I wasn't blonde and blue eyed like her and dad. She told me one of her relative's way back had been black. I was probably a mixture between dad, her and one of my past congenator on her side of the family. I never brought up the subject again.

I should have realized long before I had sex with Paul mom was having sex behind dad's back. I learned my two former comrade already knew and even my untested brother knew mom was fucking other men behind dad's back.

I guess the way dad always praised mom for being a wonderful, loyal, respectable womanhood I believed she had and always was patriotic to only dad.

When I think about all the meter I could have put two and two together and sleep together mom was nothing but a adulteress, a fucking cunt in heat I realized I must have inherited the same gene mom inherited from her mom and passed on to me. I am thinking back to those many years ago and I didn't see how obvious she was right in movement of me and dad. These are some are some of the things I saw and didn't cogitate twice about when I was growing up.

I didn't see all that much of mom or dad when I was young. Mom was in accomplished armorial bearing of us children. I didn't call up twice about babysitters volunteering freely to accept care of me and my brothers. The sitter were all black, mesomorphic ; teenager at least eighteen and honest-to-goodness that volunteered to appear after me and my crony. When I was old enough to understand I was being babysat by muscular, black teen I didn't think it was strange. I had grown up with them feeding me, taking me outdoors to toy. Mom did spend more than time with me than she did with my sidekick. None of the 18 or 19 year old, black, muscular male child were allowed around me when I was alone. I didn't understand why mom never let me be alone with any of the blackened, teenage, muscular male child. I never asked her why either.

I was being picked on by the boys and girls at my school for the size of breasts. My breasts were the size of a full grown woman while the early miss in my schoolhouse were wearing preparation bra. At the age of eighteen, Mrs Gregory VII felt bad for me and took me to a specialty entrepot to buy me some grownup bandeau that really fit me. However by the meter I was eighteen the adult bras were already too diminished for me. The gross revenue fille at the store found a bra that would fit me. It was a 40 double D size. It was the fourth dimension I started to front at my mother's breasts and saw how huge they were and I knew I was taking after her. Mom didn't seem the least bit upset with her huge breasts.

I do commemorate mom walking around in her short old housecoat to answer the back door and at least a dozen eighteen and nineteen class old, Shirley Temple Black, muscular boy would come in. I had my eighteenth birthday. I noticed Mom, always wore recollective chick, or attire, covering herself from her cervix to below her knee. I was surprised she went to the rachis threshold wearing a sheer wrapper tied at her waist give enough that half her magnanimous bosom were exposed. I noticed the part of her breasts that weren't exposed was pushing against the thin cloth.

The first metre I saw mom with just the housecoat tied around her lose weight waist and most of her white meat showing I had been doing my homework in the kitchen. I had heard a lightsome knocking at the back door. I had never been allowed to go out the kitchen room access out back before. I was only allowed to go in and out the front door. I had heard knocking and went through the kitchen door only to see a hallway with a rachis door at the end of the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall. I didn't know about the door before. I went down the Radclyffe Hall to open the doorway when another threshold opened down the hall and mom walked out. That was the for the first time prison term I saw mom with her sheer negligee tied at her shank with most of her expectant breasts showing. The part of her turgid white meat that were inside her sheer housecoat were pressing against the slim material. Dad was never around when she let the black, brawny teen boys in the back door and led them to the basement door. Mom opened the back door and a gust of malarkey blew in the Saami time the dozen of big, mesomorphic, eighteen and 19 class old black boys walked in. They were all soaking wet because it had started to rain down heavily. It was still hot even though it was raining. The 12 muscular, teenage blackness son didn't wear t-shirts so they were bare chested and only wore sandals. Their jean were soaking wet and clung to their bodies like a second skin.

I went back to the kitchen after mom led the black, powerful, teenage hoodlum downstairs that day. I was in the kitchen when 60 minutes later she came upstairs. I think I surprised her because when the door opened between the hallway and kitchen. I said."Hi mom, you were downstairs with those pitch-black guy wire a prospicient time. What were you doing ?"

"I believe I have told you before that I take the badness out of those angry blacken XVIII and 19 year old."Mom answered me after she stepped back."They had a lot of badness today. I led them out the game threshold and fell into a big mud pool before I came back in. I must expect a kettle of fish with all this mud on me."

I had to accept to myself she did look a hole but I didn't want to recount her she looked a muddle."You look fine mom."I answered. I didn't say anything but wondered about the livid mud. I never thought there was white mud before. Mom's hair was dripping with the heavyset white mud. The mud was all over her face dripping from her nozzle, cheeks and Kuki-Chin. Her house coat was plastered with the thick White mud. I guessed when she had fallen her housecoat must have opened completely. She had gone downstairs with half her breasts out of out and now her entire white meat were swinging freely and dripping with the thick white mud.

"Thanks Barbie but I do eff I look a mess."She answered and just as she was closed the door between the kitchen and the back Asaph Hall I heard a loud knock at the plump for door.

"Don't evidence me there are More mordant goon that motive you take the badness out of them mom ? You can't go to the room access looking like that."I said.

"I am afraid so Barbie. Your dad's place is in the church to preach over all the white men and women, and dark adult female. Barbie my place is to preach to the Shirley Temple Black, muscular, eighteen and nineteen year old hoodlums. I have to drive the severeness from them. They will just have to see past the muddy mess."Mom answered.

"You can't go like that mom, your housecoat is dripping with mud."I said.

"Your powerful Barbie. I might as well take the robe off and go down so they don't see the mucky bathrobe. Thanks for pointing it out to me."Mom said opening her muddy peignoir completely.

I was shocked when she opened her neglige, pushing it off her shoulders at the same clip and saw she was nude. She didn't have a bra on or even scanty, she was nude. Then the back door opened and in walked at least two dozen bare chested, powerful, teenage black strong-armer."sanctum shit."The first nineteen year old black boy said. He had to be at least six foot four.

"My goodness Tony, I see I will have to give you boys a beneficial discourse tonight and take that badness out of you all. This is the forth time you 've been here today, Tony. You certainly build up a lot of ire up. It sounds like you have a lot of pent up anger inside you again. See what I have to get out of these hoodlums Barbie. The Joseph Black, brawny goon are the worse for their ire and I have to act superfluous hard to salvage them of all that anger."Mom said she pushed back her shoulders and her peignoir fell to the floor.

"roll in the hay bitch, your dripping wet."The muscular, black, teenage boy standing beside Tony said.

"I am afraid I fell in that mud addle beside the hind threshold Terry."Mom said in a fanny vocalisation and looked directly at terry cloth and then Tony."You both saw the big mud puddle. Didn't you ?"She asked turning around and nodded at me."Barbie saw me walking in from the dorsum yard covered in mud."

"Whatever you say Mrs Thompson you're the best sermon woman around. I know the big mud puddle you're talking about. Let's get going downstairs. My admirer and I need your sermon. As you put it we need the badness sucked out of all of us, in More ways than one."Tony answered looking between mom 's spread legs.

Mom turned around opened the room access leading to the basement, stepped back and said."Go ahead boys, I'll be right field down."

The two dozen muscular, older teenage, black hoodlums walked past me and headed down the basement and mom turned around and faced me."I'm sorry you have to see these inkiness hoodlums so full of anger and befoul speech but in a few minute from now they will be leaving with kudos in their affection and smiles on their faces. I know I look a kettle of fish from falling in that mud pool but when tariff calls to help direct the mischievousness from angry, muscular, smuggled, teenage toughie I must suffice the birdcall honey."Mom said as she turned around and started walking down the basement step. It would be years later I realized what mom was really releasing those sinewy, black, hoodlum teenager of. It wasn't badness. That's for surely.

She is still thinking about allowing me to write about her experiences and for me to post them on this site. If anyone is interest in reading my mother 's escapade, please let me know. If enough petition me to write about her adventures I will write them and differentiate the total of her adventures will be .