My biography rear end Paul 's rear Chapter Zero - Prologue

foundation :
1. My Dad
2. My Mom
3. My husband, Paul & I

I want to introduce my escapade and will start with dad. I want to begin with dad because through dad I met Paul.

1. My dad always kept himself in proficient shape by working out in the gym. He was always busy with the church and always useable for his faithful but always found time to work out in the gym. He had a innocent whirl because the owner of the local gym was one of dad's, congregation. Even now at age 54 dad is in great flesh. He still has duncish blond hair, although there are stripe of gray among the blond now. I don't look a thing like him because I have shadow fuzz and green eyes. I don't even take after my mother who has blond hair and aristocratic eyes like dad. I did ask mom about that years ago. She told me it was probably because somewhere in her ancestry there were blacks. She never went into particular who or what generation or generations had been black.

Dad didn't talk of the town 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 footsteps and be a preacher. He had studied hard and finished school. I never met my grandfather because he died along with my grandmother in an auto stroke a month before dad graduated from school. Dad did alum at the top of his class and opened the church threshold just days after his graduation. The Christian church had been in rough figure but he was determined to retain the church open for his dad's loyal congregation.

Dad told me his life was perfect except he wanted a young wife to be by his side. He didn't have any idea how to come up a wife, 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 faithful and his church. He wanted a woman that wouldn't hound him about not spending enough metre with her. Dad ended up hiring someone to hunt for the perfect married woman for him. He preferred a woman in her late teen 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 church and depository financial institution to pay the beak and she would get a small menage allowance. Dad told me that he preferred a miss in her recently teen before life had spoiled her and she 'd want too many fancy things in her life instead of just living a humble life without expensive affair and fancy clothes. The guy he hired found my mother through someone he knew one thousand of geographical mile away from dad.

2 : My Mom
Dad didn't tell me all the details but he met and married mom. She had been eighteen when he married her. He didn't even know her an hour before he proposed and quickly married her. That sounded almost like a mail club St. Bride to me, but who knows.

Mom confessed to me about her own life and I promised never to tell dad. I don't think mom had any aim of telling me about her lifetime before meeting dad. I am also sure she had no aim 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 save about her experiences and brand them on this site. I did promise to indite about her life story only after she met and married dad.

She is still thinking about allowing me to write about her experiences and for me to post them on this web site. If anyone is occupy in reading my female parent 's adventures, please let me sleep with. If plenty postulation me to pen about her risky venture I will save them and order the totality of her adventures will be.

3. My Husband, Paul & I.
I will now get back to my own life and meeting my married man Alice Paul. Dad had taken over the old church service when his Padre had died. He preached in the old, falling down church for years. The old, church really did need repair. A loaded religious man heard about dad's run down old church, he offered some money to cause repairs to the church building. He had a son named Paul. Saint Paul was the youngest of five Son and three daughters and the only when single one in their family. Paul's dad met me and introduced me to his son. Paul was twenty at the meter and I was eighteen. Both Paul and I were virgins. Saint Paul and I went together steady for two age until he proposed and we got married. This is where I will set out my adventures.

I was a twenty year old virgin and Saul was twenty two when he proposed to me. He had a secure career, thanks to his dad. He was five base eight and 155 pounds of brawniness. We got married just two calendar month after Paul proposed to me.

St. Paul worked out and competed with other body builders in his part with time. Paul along with the twist business enterprise took in fast-growing men to his gym. He taught them to forge out and trained them to compete as dead body builders. I had never met any of the ex-prisoners Paul trained to contend in body constructor contender over the class we were married. I have met some new ex-prisoners most recently. I'll fill you in about the newest ex-prisoners Saul of Tarsus has been training for the past brace of years.

I worked out at the school day gym while I was growing up. I didn't work out as much as my future husband Saul of Tarsus did. I just went to the gym on weekends and after school. I liked gymnastic exercise and planned on competing on the city team after I got married. However things took a tour before St. Paul and I got wed. I hadn't planned what happened but I never did compete in fair sex 's competitive gymnastics.

On October 7th I had my thirty eighth natal day. I am five human foot six, still only a hundred and ten British pound and have dark hair that I keep at shoulder length. I have tried to go along in shape over the days. When I met and married Paul I had the Sami measurements I have now except my hips. My hips are now wide-eyed but then after twenty sons and one daughter, what can I say it should be expected. I was twenty when I married Saul. I took after my female parent with over size breast. My knocker at age 20 were grown than my mothers. I had to outwear a 40 double D size bra. I don't know what sizing bra I would have to put on now since I haven't worn a bra or even panties since before I married Saul. I found out mom never wore panties or a bra since she was 18 before she met dad, as far as I know, that is. So I decided it was fair game for me also to go unencumbered with step-in and bra's.

My blood brother had always chased away any male child who tried to give ear around me while I was going to school. My chum may have been over-protective of me because I was the only girl in the class. I was also the alone white child in our house. I have two former brothers both inkiness and my younger brothers are also black-market. This is unusual with both our parents being Edward D. White. Mom told dad somewhere in her heritage she had a direct line relative that was African American language. I didn't get to spend much metre with my mother because she was always working out or helping others.

Mom was meaning when I met Paul at age eighteen. Paul proposed to me two years later when I was twenty. Mom had just given giving birth to my third youngest crony three months before my eighteenth natal day. One year later mom gave parturition to my endorse youngest brother. Three month before I was to get married, mom told everyone she was expecting again. She told us in just over seven months my brothers and I would possess a new brother or baby. I wondered if the baby would be black or whitened ? I was the only one of my mom's twenty kid that was E. B. White and also the only daughter she had. Mom was eighteen when she married dad and a month before her nineteenth birthday when she gave nascence to my oldest pal Steve. I never asked dad about his reaction when Steve was shameful when he was born. less than a class later Carl was born and he was also black. I was born the next class and I look Italian. I remember asking her when I was younger why all my comrade where black. I wasn't blacken but I wasn't blond 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 retiring relatives on her side of the fellowship. 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 older brothers already knew and even my youthful brother knew mom was fucking early men behind dad's back.

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

When I think about all the times I could have put two and two together and known mom was nothing but a slovenly woman, a shtup squawk in rut I realized I must consume 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 front of me and dad. These are some are some of the thing I saw and didn't conceive 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 complete charge of us minor. I didn't think twice about babysitter volunteering freely to take care of me and my brothers. The babysitters were all black, muscular ; stripling at to the lowest degree eighteen and older that volunteered to depend after me and my brothers. When I was old enough to understand I was being babysat by muscular, black-market teenagers I didn't think it was unusual. I had grown up with them feeding me, taking me outdoors to play. Mom did expend more fourth dimension with me than she did with my brothers. None of the eighteen or nineteen class old, black, muscular son were allowed around me when I was alone. I didn't understand why mom never let me be alone with any of the black, teenage, muscular boys. I never asked her why either.

I was being picked on by the son and lady friend at my school day for the size of knocker. My breasts were the sizing of a full moon big woman while the other miss in my school were wearing breeding bras. At the age of eighteen, Mrs. Gregory the Great felt bad for me and took me to a strength computer storage to buy me some adult bras that really fit me. However by the prison term I was eighteen the grownup bras were already too small for me. The sales girlfriend at the computer storage found a bra that would fit me. It was a 40 double D size. It was the time I started to wait at my mother's breasts and saw how immense they were and I knew I was taking after her. Mom didn't seem the least bit turnover with her huge breasts.

I do remember mom walking around in her short old negligee to reply the spinal column door and at least a dozen XVIII and nineteen year old, black, muscular boys would derive in. I had my 18th birthday. I noticed Mom, always wore foresightful skirts, or dresses, covering herself from her neck to below her stifle. I was surprised she went to the bet on door wearing a sheer housecoat tied at her shank undetermined enough that half her tumid breasts were exposed. I noticed the role of her breasts that weren't exposed was pushing against the slenderize fabric.

The first of all meter I saw mom with just the housecoat tied around her slenderize waist and to the highest degree of her breasts showing I had been doing my preparation in the kitchen. I had heard a light knock at the spine door. I had never been allowed to go out the kitchen door out back before. I was only allowed to go in and out the front end door. I had heard knocking and went through the kitchen door only to see a hallway with a back door at the end of the hall. I didn't know about the door before. I went down the mansion house to open the doorway when another door opened down the residence hall and mom walked out. That was the foremost time I saw mom with her sheer housecoat tied at her waist with most of her enceinte boob showing. The function of her large boob that were inside her sheer housecoat were pressing against the thin cloth. Dad was never around when she let the black, muscular teenager boys in the backbone door and led them to the basement door. Mom opened the vertebral column door and a gust of wind blew in the same time the dozen of big, muscular, xviii and nineteen year old bleak boys walked in. They were all soaking wet because it had started to rain heavily. It was still hot even though it was raining. The 12 muscular, teenaged black boy didn't outwear T-shirt so they were bare chested and only wore sandals. Their jeans were soaking wet and clung to their bodies like a second skin.

I went back to the kitchen after mom led the ignominious, muscular, teenaged tough downstairs that day. I was in the kitchen when hours later she came upstairs. I think I surprised her because when the door opened between the hall and kitchen. I said."Hi mom, you were downstairs with those black Guy a long time. What were you doing ?"

"I believe I have told you before that I take the badness out of those tempestuous black eighteen and nineteen yr old."Mom answered me after she stepped back."They had a lot of bad today. I led them out the back door and fell into a big mud puddle before I came back in. I must calculate a mess with all this mud on me."

I had to admit to myself she did depend a mess but I didn't want to tell her she looked a mess."You look fine mom."I answered. I didn't say anything but wondered about the whiten mud. I never thought there was white mud before. Mom's fuzz was dripping with the thick livid mud. The mud was all over her face dripping from her nose, cheeks and chin. Her menage pelage was plastered with the chummy white mud. I guessed when she had fallen her housecoat must make opened completely. She had gone downstairs with half her breast out of out and now her entire knocker were swinging freely and dripping with the heavyset whiten mud.

"Thanks Barbie but I do know I look a mess."She answered and just as she was closed the door between the kitchen and the back hall I heard a cheap knock at the back door.

"Don't tell me there are more Joseph Black hoodlums that need you take the badness out of them mom ? You can't go to the door looking like that."I said.

"I am afraid so Barbie. Your dad's topographic point is in the church building to preach over all the white men and fair sex, and Black person woman. Barbie my place is to preach to the Negroid, hefty, eighteen and nineteen year old toughie. I have to take 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 right wing Barbie. I might as well take the robe off and go down so they don't see the quaggy bathrobe. Thanks for pointing it out to me."Mom said opening her muddy housecoat completely.

I was shocked when she opened her housecoat, pushing it off her articulatio humeri at the Lapp time and saw she was nude. She didn't have a bra on or even panties, she was nude. Then the stake threshold opened and in walked at least two dozen bare chested, hefty, teenage black toughie."sanctum shit."The offset nineteen year old black boy said. He had to be at to the lowest degree six foot four.

"My goodness Tony, I see I will have to afford you boys a good preaching tonight and pick out that bad out of you all. This is the forward clock 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 black, muscular hoodlums are the worse for their anger and I have to work redundant hard to salvage them of all that anger."Mom said she pushed back her shoulder joint and her housecoat fell to the floor.

"Fuck bitch, your dripping wet."The muscular, inkiness, teenage boy standing beside Tony said.

"I am afraid I fell in that mud puddle beside the back room access Terry."Mom said in a stern voice and looked directly at terrycloth 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 back yard covered in mud."

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

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

The two dozen muscular, older teenage, ignominious hoodlums walked past me and headed down the basement and mom turned around and faced me."I'm sorry you have to see these fateful hoodlum so full of anger and clog up language but in a few minute from now they will be leaving with praise in their hearts and smiling on their faces. I know I look a quite a little from falling in that mud puddle but when duty calls to help oneself engage the badness from raging, muscular, black, teenaged hoodlums I must answer the call honey."Mom said as she turned around and started walking down the basement stairs. It would be eld later I realized what mom was really releasing those mesomorphic, smuggled, strong-armer teenagers of. It wasn't badness. That's for sure.

She is still thinking about allowing me to write about her experiences and for me to post them on this land site. If anyone is interested in reading my mother 's risky venture, please let me sleep together. If adequate asking me to write about her escapade I will drop a line them and differentiate the sum of her escapade will be .