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Aunt Guinever’s birthday
My name is Joona, a somewhat gray bearded sailor that it was on land. Together with my wife Marikit (35) and our common lover, the African Ellen (35) and the Chinese Hoshiko (42) we were invited to the eightest birthday of my aunt Guinevere, in the Gascogne, near Arcachon, in a small fishing village. Also there were my five seven-year-old daughters, as well as her two school friends Gitana and Zorra, but also our adoptive daughter Mbali (18) from Benin (18). I can’t deny my French roots because they accompanied me my entire life.
However, we also had to take my parents with us. So I drove to the Lüneburg Heath to bring them to us in Hamburg so that we could start our trip to France together.
To which I with our luxury vehicle, a VW Bulli T5, with 8 seats, too Father and Mother gone. My parents were conveniently chauffeured by, Ellens and my twins, Joy and Elsa, to us in the Hanseatic city. Paps at the age of 85 was happy to see his grandchildren.
Especially he, because he can’t really do very much with Africans. My daughters have the same chocolate -colored skin of their mother. Father had rethinked years ago when he found out that I got twins from an African. For him, in particular, they are always very important.
But also my other daughters, Asian mothers. Unfortunately I have to mention them briefly, otherwise no reader will get through. Tianyu (the guardian of the right and sword bearer of the black shadows, in her slumbering a Malai tiger) is the daughter I have with my wife Marikit, Lin (a little daring and begins to discuss whale with our senators), Mea (the striderFor her siblings, she always stands up for her) are the daughters who gave me the South Koreans Kim and Chin Mea, Joy and Elsa are still waiting, but like lurking hunters of the savannah. We adopted Mbali a few weeks ago when she was of legal age.
Her adoptive parents fled to Brazil when it became known that the actual papers were fake and they had stolen the girl from Benin when she was only a year old. However, I shouldn’t forget the triplets that Mnobyj gave me, as well as the youngest daughter of our neighbor Petra. All children have a single father when I look in the mirror I see him, but also the daughter of the French woman Yvonne. Ellens niece Charlotte, got twins from me a few weeks ago.
But everyone couldn’t travel along.
But now to the story.
Aunt Guinevere was already waiting for us, unfortunately we were still stuck in Hamburg until we could finally fly to travel in Bordeaux. The car ride seemed like a walk if my mother didn’t speak so loudly. She is not hard of hearing, but she had got used to this extremely loud pronunciation. Our daughters brought them to silence in which they showed their pictures of Africa.
Finally there was silence in the vehicle and I was able to concentrate better on the traffic. Shortly before the Elbbrücken I got my wife’s pointy call “Joona please drive to the airport, we come there. Jaali and Petra will drive our vehicles home “.
Joy asked her grandmother “The last time you were there with Aunt Guinevere”? What my mother thought about to announce her about 17 years ago, grandpa and I were with her. We visited your great aunt and bought wine “.
What my mom failed to do was the real reason. They spied to me, they wanted to know if I really went ashore in France or whether I continued to go to my mischief. At that time I was at the Cape of good hope in front of South Africa, on one of our frigates. As the skipper of the German Navy, I can’t choose where I do my service.
She was looking for her son “the Red Corsairs”.
When we arrived at the airport, we were already expected by my ladies. Jaali, the blackest of the black black Africans and our neighbor Petra drove back our vehicles. From a distance we saw beautiful passenger machines from different types such as Boeing, Airbus, Mitsubishi (nickname rice bomber) and a few more.
We were led to a side outcome at the control. When we left the building, a deafening noise penetrated our Lauscher.
My mother tried to drown out these noises when Lin said to her “Grandma, you have to speak louder, otherwise we will not hear you”. I grinned into myself. A “Lockheed Constellation” from 1956 was ready for us. The four -engine propeller machine was an ancient passenger aircraft and was flown by Greg Boyington.
He stood on the top of the stairs and asked us with the words “come in and buckle up and buckle up”.
Off our journey went, but we had to load the suitcases ourselves beforehand. Now the old box picked up. The engines were roaring, the sheet metal vibrated.
Joy and Elsa were allowed to take a seat on the co-pilot square. Greg is an old British air force officer, born in 1942. We knew that there was no other pilot on board when he came to us in the passenger cabin. In doing so, he said “The girls fly the bird” jumped up and wanted to go to the cockpit when my twins suddenly appeared next to the pilot and said “Greg the plane finds his way all alone, we cannot steer as yousaid it “.
Grinning and smile my mother sat down again. However, the pilot said my daughters “Well, every lady of you can control the plane with me. My daughters were allowed to fly the airsaur from the old days. My father was very impressive when Tianyu was sitting on the co-pilot’s seat and said that I was now.
About Bordeaux, she received the commands of her captain. Greg made sure that she did everything right. From the tower we heard the voices, my daughter also wanted to take over the radio that the former air force pilot offered her. In the best English she spoke to the unknown.
Who did not want to admit that a seven-year-old girl could control such a thing, let alone land. What nobody knew, Greg is also a multi-time aerobatic world champion. However, he did not want to jeopardize his license, so he took over the landing when he said to my daughter “Co-Commander I take over”. Tianyu handed over the wheel with the words “Ok, bring the bird down”.
Suddenly we saw two more propeller machines on the windows, they were chance vowt f4u “corsair” that stuck to us. My daughter received a radio message from one of the two hunting bombers “Paps make room, Rollbahn 2 for you, the 4 and the 5 for your sons”. Shocked, she rightly pushed the ear cups and said “I land the eagle on the left of seven o’clock on the 2”. Greg left her the steering wheel, Tianyu did not quite come to the pedals of the landing flaps with her little feet, but she made it.
The old combat flyer gave her instructions, so she reached her goal. Together they landed the steel giant, a bit bumpy, but for the first time pretty good. How one of his sons then confirmed us. At the age of seven she took her father with her, in a zero, with ten his boys were allowed to land.
Fly alone with 11. He and his brother are fight pilots of the Royal Air F *** e. For his boys, however, the chance of “Corsair” is the chance of the pilot, the planes with which they prefer to bypass. However, his sons must continue to fly as professional officers with the latest generation combat aircraft.
We got out of the old Lockheed, with my parents believing that Greg steered the plane all the time.
When I left the plane, my girls spoke out, whereby I wrote the words “when we fly home, but I am on it and land the bird”. Greg smiled.
You are surprised why a German child speaks English fluently at the age of seven? My girls are taught in German, French, English, Chinese and “I haven’t heard dad”. Tianyu’s mother comes from Malaysia. The last language is actually about cleaning up.
I can also stand in the kitchen and tell you the warning words, the said sentence promptly echoes back. However, when I whispered “Who comes with shopping”, everyone is on the spot immediately.
Now it was time to drive to my aunt. Lin said “Paps, we save the taxi, from there the buses go”. Great buses, nothing arrived there.
The drivers of the transport vehicles were on the strike as was on the posteration. Mother and father hardly spoke French, so we had to take it in hand. The small airport was near farms. It was built for military aircraft, but none landed there.
My five little dragons accompanied me with their two Spanish friends. When we moved to one of the courtyards, Gitana said to me “Joona, the village looks like I was born here”. But we were in France, they come from Spain “. The brick houses reminded them of their old homeland of the Pyrenees.
However, it was the place of my origin from which I come, it is the coastal town of the Corsaries, here my mother gave birth to her twins, my brother and me. Born in France as a German, but with the French and Scottish roots. There I lost my soul, which caught the sea to go to the navy after my Abitur. My Padres and Uncle helped us to the world, he was a naval officer in WK2 and went to a Franciscan monastery after the war.
At my birth he said to my mother “You will miss your son, he won’t go ashore for many years, you will look for him and travel over the sea, to the other end of the world, he is a corsair. His entire life will remain seafarers. Your other son will stay with you, he will never put a foot on a ship “. Father Peter was right.
When I once asked him why he went to the monastery he gave me his answer “Joona, you know that I served on warships, please don’t ask”.
I suspected why. No soldier regardless of what arms he belonged to talks about these cruel events experienced. But when he brought my twin brother and me to the light of the world, he put the scalpel on her abdomen for the caesarean section, then he sewed the wound with the words “Your children live, corsar blood flows into them”.
I was my girls to the side and said the sentence that shaped me, I pulled a red cloth out of my jacket pocket “The land of corsairs is wearing the purple of the sun and the blue of the lake”.
Yes, I’m proud of it in the Gascogne to have seen the light of day.
We went down to the small fishing village together.
My mother came up with tears because she knew this place very well. We paused at the house of my birth. At its door, I tapped rather quietly. An older lady opened, I was startled when she saw me, but she recognized my parents.
The owner of the courtyard looked into my face and asked me if I was Joona. When I nodded, I got a loving slap in the face, with the words “for the fact that you weren’t on land for so many years, Corsar.”
I did not remember this defensive lady, but my parents. The woman gave me her hand in which she held our purple flag and spoke to me in the French national language to “Joona, it was a long time ago that the last time I saw you”. Now I learned her name, it was Sabiné my patentant that I did not recognize.
She accompanied my life from France. She was the country owner of the village, spy, intrigue, helper in need, advocate of law and mother. The last time I saw her 35 years ago, she had become gray, but very charming. We reported to visit my Aunt Guinevere from our project.
Sabiné was invited to her for her birthday and asked us into the house. Her son Pascal already teased a carriage. Four gray Andalusians were ready. When my daughters saw the horses they ran out to look at them.
Pascal had already tense all four hoof carriers in front of the carriage, so we should also drive with them. She gave us red neckers that we should wear, but she announced to her son “Let the Lusitanos run in front of it”, too, they were mold, so the six -sized team was ready for the trip. I had learned riding with her as a child. She taught me how to plow the field with a horse and how Lusitanos and Andalusiern pull the fishing nets out of the water.
At that time I was still a child of 10 years. She asked me “If you riding a Guinever on a horse, she will be happy. So I got one of her pours out of the stable. It was an Arab stallion, the black spots in his fur shone blue, which white was white than with Perwoll, his false, colored signs, which were very unusual, looked like the traces of his descent, the light brown sand of the deserts.
The saddle was simple, caught in the dark brown, the bars at the front and back held the rider in the work seat, which was built for the cattle business. It was not a sofa but comfortable. We trotted. Off our journey went.
The dusty street we followed was sown with plenty of potholes.
The bowls of wooden wheels with their full rubber tires, hit the bumps, the roadway and shook the passengers. After about 20 minutes we arrived at our destination. Aunt Guinevere, beamed when she saw us all. She helped the children from the carriage, she gave me a juicy slap in the face, she was more violent than that of Sabiné, with the words “for every day you were at sea, for every day you say nothing to your mother.
For every day that your family worried about you “. And again she wanted to give me a slap in the face when my adoptive sister Tatjana called from the house “Aunt, let me be good, I punished him”.
Guinevere, knew what mine Sister thought she had entrusted herself to my aunt and told her that my parents had adopted her when I went to the navy she both had hidden each other. I only met my sister a few weeks ago when we stood on her smithy that she took over from our father. She stepped into his footsteps and has learned the craft, for several years she has also been owned by the master’s certificate.
We spanned the horses and left the juicy grass of the meadow, which flows by the sea. Our adoptive daughter Mbali was lovingly welcomed by my relatives, but she didn’t understand a single word, she learns as a third language alongside German and English, Latin and wants to become a lawyer. We helped her and translated everything. So she learned that Sabiné and my aunt are winegrowers and own their own vineyards on the coast.
But also drive at sea to catch fish for the family. However, Guinevere is now 80 years old and does not feel as fit to fishing, that leaves it to the younger ones like her five grandchildren. However, two of them could not take part in the celebration, they serve with the French navy and unfortunately did not get a day off because they do their job on the east coast of Somalias. I know their two grandchildren (Lucas and Yanis), as well as their three grandchildren (Isabelle, Monique and Sylvie), they are grown up and in their mid -twenties.
The three women studied, but please do not know what exactly, but their mothers thrown out the producers because they nibbled more on the wine than to work.
The celebration was very harmonious, Sylvie told us that she was in Africa and learned in Ghana about the qua tribe, she heard that this witch should be and the men from the other tribes would be robbed if they wanted sex. Ellen grinned and asked if she was in the village of the witches. Guinever’s granddaughter continued to report about a huge stone elephant, but there was no, there were only reports from others who heard her and was afraid to travel there because the women would speak with snakes. It was just too scary to her.
Now it was Joy and Elsa who further asked their relatives, my daughters can do that very well. “We have heard that the witches there can change the eye color and fire arises from their fingers, they keep watches, only by their eyesYou what belonged to “Sylvie nodded and reported that the witches probably had magical powers but an elephant bull and the animals of the forest, would always be paid attention to the village.
A very old lady should also live there, it should be around 90 years old, others say they are 140. Joy grinned and announced to her “These are all fairy tales that are told. Nobody knows how old Omi Eleno is, only one picture shows her with Queen Victoria and her grandson Kaiser Wilhelm 2. The recording dates from 1881, at that time she was still a small child “.
Sylvie looked at my daughters questioningly, who pulled her tablets out of her pockets, the 7 Zöller from Samsung were used. Now Sylvie, Monique and Isabelle saw who belongs to their family, not only Corsials but also witches and also the elephant Mabu. Everyone wondered if it really is that the ladies of the qua can change their eye colors and thus ignite fire as well as with their hands. Joy deleted the candle that was standing in front of her, her twin sister and they let flames rising out of their fingertips to get the wick of the candle again.
Her pupils turned blue, their iris oat yellow. Small flames jumped out of their long rasta pots. Now my relatives recognized who my daughters are and also that Eleno really existed, since this was also questioned.
Tianyu saw the swords on the wall, which showed their tips upwards in the triangle. She grinned and asked Aunt Guinevere what to do with toys, whereupon my vulnerable godmother said that it would be weapons from sea bodies that her family would have collected.
Hoshiko asked my daughter “Mäusi, you want the dance of the dragons”. These blades have been on this wall for centuries and have now been received by Hoshiko, she said to my daughter “Remember it is not a katana. Guide it one hand. Tianyu tied her red neckerchief around her head and looked like a pirate.
She received the blade and faced her opponent. All relatives looked at the game of the Degen. Seven years old and daring, I thought in myself when she asked her master. But each of them pulled a dagger out of the divorce, which were also on the wall.
It was their game of the two swords. Hoshiko’s long braid served as the third weapon as my daughter attacked her, with a very fast movement her hair wrapped around the blade, which was now firmly connected to the sword. However, my little corsaire was not impressed by it.
Tianyu only remained one way of duel and called her sisters to herself. Hoshiko grinned and put the blades onto the ground and wrapped the sword out of her hair to present it to my daughter again.
It was Aunt Guinevere who rings to her and showed her how she had to deal with the weapon in a French style “lead him like a feather, out of her wrist”. To do this, she asked Isabelle to give her one of the blades from the wall, she asked me “Joona you can still do it?“She had shown me once when I was a child, I think I was 10 or 18 years old back then. But there could be no question of. Sylvie threw me to one of the swords, with the words “Tous pour un et uned tous les corsaires”.
Translated it means nothing else like “everyone for one, one for all corsairs”. This sentence does not come from the musketers, as it is always said, stems from the Gascogne, from the Corsaries, which the ships of the Spaniards and English, also gave the protection of their people. It was the first time that my daughters saw that I had a sword, Aunt Guinevere, was a French champion in swing many years ago, but she gave up this sport to devote herself to her children. I faced my old aunt, who taught me so much as a child and let her granddaughter attack us.
Tianyu looked at with big eyes how I turned every single lady out of her weapons. My aunt taught me at the time, stabed into the basket of the sword and turn the wrist. Simply if you can. Life is not rocket science, everyone can learn it.
Together and determined we hugged each other and took a seat again at the table.
Guinevere felt transferred to the Basque War, she said to my daughters “give the future to peace, keep him. I see her from many nations like your father, he can still do what I taught him “. She gave me a loving kiss.
We ultimately come from the Basque Country (Pays Basque), in which the Gascogne is located.
The celebration tilted to end. A thousand feelings came up in me. We were used at Sabiné, as well as Guinever’s granddaughter. My wife and I got the room of my birth, as she told me.
My daughters slept in the living room. Ellen and Hoshiko received their night camp, in one of the neighboring guest rooms. Everyone else slept in the house in individual rooms of the large house.
Suddenly I felt my adoptive daughter, who smuggled against me, putting her index finger on my lips. At the same time, Isabelle looked through the door, Monique looked over her right shoulder.
I asked my girl under the ceiling, my two large cousins also came to us. Mbali didn’t understand a word from them because it was not powerful for the French language. Your black African skin was on mine. I stroked her bare buttocks, I pushed her shirt over her waist.
Isabelle asked me “May we come to you”, where I nodded “. My wife turned next to me and tried to nestle into my arms, she felt her hands that were not mine. She opened her eyes and looked into the eyes of the African and saw my two cousins stand in the background. She closed her eyelids with the words “in the sign of the tiger”.
Isabelle came to my side.
Monique snuggled up to my wife. My cousin pressed her pubic bone against my hip. She asked me “Joona, take me in my arm like Mbali”, I put my nightgown over her buttocks and covered it with my left hand. Isabelle suddenly ran tears over the cheeks, with the words “Corsar blood, I asked my father left us when I was small.
We never really got to know you and now I’m lying in your bed “. I did not expect my answer to “Korsarenblut flow it, ask your wages”. She didn’t understand what I said because she descends from us Corsaries, but never had to fight to save or protect the lives of others. I lovingly put them in my arm to combine my lips with theirs.
Our tongues played like the Degen, in the fight for justice, “Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité” freedom, equality and fraternity. Liberté, is not just a word with us. She said this word when I pulled her on my lap and she had the answer to me “Corsair Me Considère”. (Korsar hold me).
I died a thousand death when she suddenly grabbed my love sword and inserted it into her vagina.
Mbali held her shoulders.
My cousin literally said “Give me German sperm, but lots of love”. Sorry, but I literally reflect her sentence, spoke sperm with a heavy S-C-h.
Nobody knows why I am so close to guine grandchildren. I was present on the days of their births and kept their mothers. All three girls are known to help their producers.
Isabelle wore the umbilical cord, strangling, at her birth around my neck, which I cut through cutting to secure its survival. Then I put her in her mother’s arms.
Isabelle knew it and continued to ride on mine tail. Her young, just 25 years old, pussy flowed out of moisture. She said to me “Joona I’m twice as old as you are when you are 100 I’m just 50”.
We grin, Mbali didn’t understand a word because she does not speak French but both women changed. My adoptive daughter asked that I should fuck her in the doggy. So we went into this position. Mbali flows into Isabelle, who kissed them passionately.
Without a word, my cousin turned 180 ° to stretch her pussy towards my fuck partner. The young lady came towards me at each of my bumps, although our bodies clapping together could not be overlooked. We merged into one unit, Isabelle sucked on the pleasure button of my adaptive daughter, which started to moan in her high altitude. Again the two women changed, so I pushed my love harness again into the abdomen of my Isabelle, the suction and licking over the pussy of the young African while I fucked her.
Only now did I see the tattoo on her left upper arm in the shimmer of the moonlight, it was a three -master Bark with a red rose that was kept across crosses by two swords.
I stroked it gently when she said to me “Because of you I let the tattoo stab, I always have to think of you, Joona”. They were French words. Then she tried in German with the words “You fuck me like your daughter. Give me life in the body “.
With this sentence I poured my seed into her tight vagina, in which she also reached her climax and collapsed over Mbali.
My wife and monique were still in the 69 to indulge in their lust, who are now also shoting up like the on -board cannons of our frigates. Together we nestled together and enjoyed this moment of eternity.
My cousins changed, so Monique went into my arms and Isabelle sat on my wife’s loins, who put a blanket over her shoulders to warm her.
Again I held two women in my arms. Monique nestled close to me.
Your left hand was on my chest as in prayer in Mbali. Our three lip couples combined the experienced. Mbali pressed her pubic bone close to my pelvis when she said to me in the French played “You fuck now your cousin, make your baby in her stomach”. I grinned into myself, whereby Aunt Guinever’s granddaughter looked at me questioningly, so I translated the words of my adoptive daughter.
A shaking of my head came from her with the words she said in German “Corsar, you brought me out of my mom’s belly, you don’t make me fat belly, I miss a dish when you drive at sea, always think of Disch. I don’t want to want a bébé from you, if I am allowed to come with me.
I gave her a loving kiss, looking at my wife and Isabelle, who answered us “Cousin, I also come to you, but we drive too Disch on sailing ships over the sea if is allowed”.
Every answer was superfluous, of course they were allowed to come to us in Hamburg. However, none of the ships in front of France were able to drive with which they could have driven. So I asked my wife for my cell phone.
When she pulled it out of my pants, which lay next to her side of the bed. She was enough for me what I was the number of my 2. Officers chose.
It should call our team together and in two days, with our Bark of the Bl ** dy Mary, in Arcachon in front of anchor. A corsarity never puts his ship on a port, but always anchor off the coasts.
Then I called our pilot Greg Boyington that he didn’t need to fly us home.
We fell asleep. Around 5:43 a.m. I woke me up slightly, it was Sylvie who tried to wake her cousins and surprisingly found us in a bed. Very quiet and gentle, Monique raised our ceiling with the request that you too should come underneath.
Mbali, as well as Isabelle and Marikit, continued to sleep the sleep of the righteous. Sylvie asked me quietly in her broken German “You Joona, you pretended my cousins, who take nothing, aba ixe also use mermaid. You give me juice from yourself too. Please do me Bébé too “.
She swung on my loins and pulled her nightgown over her shoulders.
The first time in my life I saw this woman naked. BH size 75c, her flat stomach vibrated in the light of the moon. Your 50 kg felt like 1.000 kg would sit on me, but she rose slightly to put my morning latte into her cunt. Fast even movements whey my cock.
I asked for a change of position, so if she had to kneel with her jar over Mbali’s face, if the African would wake up, she could look at the french pub. So my big cousin went into the said position, with kneeling my pleasure sword in her cunt. She said to me “You give your seed, I want to have Bébé from you”. Furthermore, I lovingly pushed into Sylvies abdomen.
Her dark blonde hair moved in the rhythm of our movements. Their firm breasts moved in the harmony of our bodies. Smooth, silky and loving, in which she grabbed my thigh with her left hand, with the request “Joona you fuck me, child in the stomach, ische now”. In her climax, she lifted as if she was exploding.
I asked her for a change of position again, she lay down on the bed with my back, then I knelt between her thighs so that I could put my love sword on her pussy again.
I slowly penetrated her abdomen. She put her lower legs on my shoulders so that she could feel me even more intensely. Your vaginal muscles must be my cock, with her bobbing breasts passionately moved. I leaned over her to give her a kiss, she took her lower legs off my shoulders.
My body lovingly nestled on her, we turned so that she came to my loins. Sylvie straightened up and began the ride through our home in which she molk my cock as if a vice would cling it. At her climax she sprayed her pussy juice on my loins that ran down on me.
But I also implanted her the juice from life is created in her uterus. Wrapped in the ceiling, we fell asleep together.
Around 7:00 a.m. I was lovingly woken up by her with a kiss. Together we woke the other women in the room. My cousins went into their bedrooms properly and then went to the bathroom.
Marikit, Mbali and I went to the bathroom on the upper floor, after all, Sabiné shouldn’t notice our fucking. There were three more than three of us under the shower and cleaned our bodies from the wonderful night.
When we then went into the kitchen, coffee scent penetrated into our noses. Guinevere, Sabiné, Ellen and the Chinese Hoshiko were already sitting at the table with our daughters. Now my large cousins also entered the room, which now announced from their plan to follow us in Hamburg. My mother asked “Joona, but I would like to have a very modern plane on the return flight, such a whole new Airbus, such a big one”.
I grinned into myself and said to her “You will fly over the lake, on a cruise ship”. She looked at me with big eyes and thought of a luxury liner like the Queen Mary 2, so we left her in the belief. Your sister -in -law. Aunt Guinevere suspected what I was going to do.
Until Sylvie said, “We will give birth to our children in Hamburg. Grandma, please let us go “. Guinevere asked her granddaughters, and she looked at me as if looks could kill. She asked Sylvie, Isabelle and Monique to swear by the Bible, not to have slept with me or to get a child.
She is an extremely believing Christian and tried to elicit my secret cousin. She also said to me “Joona, if you have nothing to hide, you also swear by the Bible that the girls do not wear children in their body”. What I said to her, “You know who gave me my life, it was Father Peter, his Bible is in this building, you know the words he spoke to my mother when he freed my twin brother and me from the body of his sister -in -law. You know which coat of arms this book is wearing “.
She nodded, but it was closed and was in a wooden chest. He was my nurse, rabbit and is my uncle, he handed over the conclusions to this box, many years ago, by the words “Junge look what I wrote back then” was his diary. All believed it would be a Bible, but it was his records he wrote when he served in WK2 on the Bismarck. I was curious about what he was experiencing at the time, but I guessed what it was because I was a naval officer myself.
He knew that if I hold this book in my hand, it would bring it to him closed and unread. My aunt had no idea, nor did she know the connection of the book, which all thought of the Book of God.
I got the chest out of the basement vault, the key of which I wore my necklace to open them. The Padres said at the time when he handed me the bowl, “In that is my uniform, the records are on top, only take the book that is under my hat, the inner clamp turns around, there is a small key, there, thereSo you can open the lock of my diary.
I took the key from my necklace. Guinevere recognized this, because the castle had two locking mechanisms, first my key had to be led to the castle and turned twice in clockwise and then removed from the lap.
Now it was on my aunt, who took her key from her necklace, had to lead in the same keyhole and had to close three times in the direction. The complicated locking device opened the chest. Now I lifted the lid and saw an officer hat, the German Reich Navy, among them was his sanctuary among them. I put the headgear back in the box, knowing how I could open the book.
I felt the secret bowl out of the headgear and smuggled it into my mouth in my hand when I reached into the face frightened.
Sylvie, Monique, Isabelle and I put our hands on the book and sworn, knowingly, knowingly said the truth that my big cousins did not wear children in my body. Because there were still fertilized egg cells, or should they be. But we didn’t bend my aunt that. It was a word game.
On the other hand, it was not a Bible, but the diary of my uncle and Padres, a former naval officer on the Bismarck in WK2. If my aunt had let me swear by our family and corsairs, I would have had to say the truth, but so we smuggled out of it. However, I told her very quietly “Aunt Guinevere, we will get your great -grandchildren big and will have it well in Hamburg”. I got a kiss of her with the words “If you don’t become a good father, my expectant Corsicaries, I come to Germany.
I’m not looking for you there, I will find you, you will get to know your aunt “. Ellen pulled up the sleeves of my left arm, so Guinevere and my parents could see the brand scorch of the Harpunenpitze, which Ellen pressed me on my forearm years ago as a glowing steel that I had to swear to be a good father for all my children. I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and showed her my daughters, with her mothers, now she understood why not everyone could be here in France and that I am a loving dad.
My three large cousins came to my side, they asked what was written in the book. I couldn’t give them the answer and said “It is Father Peter his diary, I will hand it over to him in Hamburg.
It is his secret what is in it. I now took the small key out of my mouth that can open the small lock of the book and put it on top. Guinevere did not want to read in her brother’s book, she knew his story and the reason that he went into the monastery.
Then we ended the day with a good red wine, our children went to bed, so we sat together for a while. Mbali asked me when we wanted to drive home, as an answer I announced to her “as soon as the bl ** dy Mary is anchor”.
My mother looked at me questioningly, it was supposed to be her first sea voyage on my bark, I said to her “Mamilein, you get a nice cabin with a sea view and whirlpool, your own steward that reads your wishes from your lips.
Caviar and champagne are cold for you and served on a wash. Lobster, oysters and crowds will be your meal “. Oh my mother calmed down. However, I wanted to tell her a little differently and that.
“You hid my adoptive sister, which I only met a few months ago, now you will find out why your son went to the marine at the time to save and protect people from necessity. You will experience the almost 30 years of my seed service in two days, be glad that we don’t go for Cape Horn “.
My parents knew why I didn’t say my thoughts because they had withheld my sister from me. When I went to sea and I had committed myself to the state, they adopted Tatjana. My two brothers and they had led us around the nose all the time.
When I came to them, she was unloaded for any reason. I was not allowed to be present on my parents’ birthdays and public holidays. They would not want to celebrate or they stood sick. Until by chance, with Mnobyj, on the old smithy of my father and sold my fish on the market square, I saw a woman deciding the horses, mnobyj and I then helped her.
After we had sold all of our goods. In her office I saw her business card and her name “Tatjana McLeod”, I wear the same last name and the smithy belonged to my father. There was something wrong. So we learned everything from each other, but not from our parents.
She didn’t know me either. On the pedigree, it was under my name “Sterbertum and Place unknown”, she accepted, I would have been in use.
My sister asked me “Joona forgive them”. A corsarity forgives, but he will never forget. I grinned into myself when Guinever presented me the old flag.
It comes from the time when Europe fought itself, the Spaniards occurred in the Netherlands. Francis Drake conquered the world and Luis Trenker climbed the Matterhorn, saying “Give her to my brother to the Padres”.
Hoshiko stayed out of the conversation and devoted herself to her gimmick, the silk painting, she had screwed a large frame together and clamped a cloth. It was the part of an old sail that decorated it with red color, in the middle she drew the head of a tiger. This made them from both sides.
My wife immediately recognized the sign that it had nothing to do with us Europeans, but with her homeland Malaysia. They asked me to pull this flag on the mast on international waters. I was silent and left the ladies alone. I went to the horse stables.
There I sat on an old bench and closed my eyes when I heard quiet steps. It was Mbali, my adoptive daughter, who spoke to me “Joona, you are mad at your parents”. I wasn’t angry, I put her in my arm and gave her a kiss. She asked me to show her closer to the farm.
I asked her to follow myself. Memories awakened my childhood in me, which I had put off a long time ago. She turned to me while walking and suddenly stopped in front of me, so I fell into her arms, I felt when I touched her back with my hands that she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts rocked slightly and I or I came very close to them.
I said “Airbags” and grinned at them. Our lips combined to form a kiss. Suddenly Hoshiko appeared, who asked me “Joona, you know I will be seasick, please don’t go with the Bark on the way home, think of the speed camera”.
I smiled and took her left hand to pull her closer to me. A loving Knutschi sealed my answer, but I announced it to her. “We will slide over the lake like the dolphins that ride over the waves.
The keel will not touch the sea, we will be that quickly in Hamburg “. The Chinese, taped on my nose and said to me “you Spinni”. We lovingly took three in our arms to kiss.
Mbali asked us to go back and continue to spend the evening with the others. Together the two women led me back into the living room of the house.
My wife who held my mobile phone in hand called to me “Treasure, tomorrow morning at seven o’clock our taxi will come”.
I believed my aunt and Sabiné were happy to get rid of us when they put the three swords, the purple flag, corsairs and the diary of their brother in a place, and Sabiné put the Banner of the Gascogne.
I attached my key of the chest and that of the diary to the bowl ring, my identification brand, which always carries around my neck. Tatjana unfortunately had to fly to Germany and had a taxi picked up.
The sun had long went down when Mbali said to me quietly that she wanted to go to sleep. We too felt the tiredness in our eyes. Guinevere went home in which she was driven by car by Sabiné’s son Pascal.
He is a certain loner and didn’t want to have much to do with us.
That night I slept very restlessly. Isabelle, Monique and Sylvie suddenly appeared quietly in our room, which I shared with my wife. They put their index fingers on their lips to signal us to be very quiet. Suddenly Ellen, Hoshiko and Mbali came into the room.
They gave us known constant groans.
Marikit and I didn’t get anything from the noises and searched for where they came from. We crept very quietly through the house. We turned on small light, so we went through the darkness of the hallway until we came to the center of the emission source.
It was well after midnight when we stood in front of Sabiné’s bedroom and heard the noises. A light shimmer seemed to us at the door threshold. I said quietly to my companions, “Sabiné is sure to look at a porn. But far from it.
Sylvie looked through the keyhole and almost almost much back when she pointed her show finger on the door and whispered “Sabiné fucks with five Africans”. I didn’t want to believe that and saw myself through the opening. I could see how Guinver’s girlfriend rode on an African at the age of 75 and whose tail was in her cunt. There was another one behind her who pushed his fuck bridge into her ass.
Another dark -skinned great stable man stood in front of her and pushed his penis into her mouth.
So my so kehish patentant could be fucked in the sandwich. Her ordinary sentences could be heard when she said “Fucks me her tail carrier, give me your cocks, fuck your old bitch”. I was a bit shocked, but I found it very amusing. Isabelle tried to take some photos through the keyhole to take her mobile phone camera, which was partly successful, especially when Sabiné rode around one of the Africans and her face was clearly recognizable when a second cock pushed her into her cunt.
Now all other women present also looked through the small narrow bowl opening and frightened because they would never have expected this from the old woman. Now we could guess where Pascal was. We went back to our room, together we discussed the procedure. Tighten and go to my aunt.
So we went on our way afterwards.
The full moon showed us the way. When we arrived in the courtyard of my dear guine brings, the hallway was still on the hallway and her bedroom, on the ground floor. We crept quietly to the windows to get more information with our eyes. Sentences like “Fuck me you young stallion” were clearly heard, but also the loud moaning of the people with it.
I counted four light -skinned and seven dark -skinned men. Pascal and his younger brother stood in front of my aunt to let her cocks suck. Her granddaughter was horrified, they almost broke out into tears.
I said to them “Treat you the fun. Have a look she can be fucked by the Africans in the sandwich “.
This time Monique made some shots through the window with her cell phone. Isabelle filmed the entire fucking. Then we left the lovers and went back to the Sabiné estate.
Her fuck partners were still with her, as we could learn from the background noise, so we crept quietly back into the house unnoticed. Isabelle and her cousins never announced that we knew about these fuck orgies of Sabiné and her grandmother, or suspected that both finally went to church every day and sat in the front row when the fair started.
But Isabelle said to me “One of the men was the pastor who fucked my grandma” and she would have been surprised why a whitish dried liquid was in one of the confessionals on the move of the seat.
Isabelle asked Hoshiko in her broken German “I have never seen asian, you show me naked? Pampering you “. The 42-year-old Chinese hug my big cousin and started cuddling with her. Monique came to my side with the words “Joona, Ichhsch have thought, you slept with Isabelle and Sylvie, you made them bébé in their beeps. You do something like a little bébé too “? In doing so, she pulled her forehead up questioningly and looked deep into my eyes.
My wife nodded when she heard the words of my big cousin. I got to know her father at the time when I visited her and her mother. At that time Monique was one year old. Her father is a dark -skinned American, she herself has a bright tanned skin, her small wide nose with her high cheekbones announced her origin.
I would like to describe your skin color so much, it is a rather bright crispy fried chicken. I know that sounds stupid, but you describe a brown color.
She knows that I’ve always loved her very much. I put my right arm around her waist so that I could give her a kiss. She faced me so that we looked deep into our eyes.
I pressed my little big cousin to me, which stretched her lips towards me. Our mouths sealed what had not yet started, and my hands were on their little solid buttocks, which was covered by their jeans. Her delicate fingertips lovingly caressed my cheeks, whereby she gave me to understand with sharp lips to want a kiss from me. I lowered my head and touched her with my nose tip.
She touched my lips with her tip of her tongue.
I gave her a loving kiss she replied to me. Moniques arms swell my neck, but she jumped up slightly on me. My hands took their slim buttocks.
I held 44 kilograms in my hands. Kissing and mumbled she asked me to put us on the bed. So I sat on the edge of the bed, and the next moment I settled on my back, whereby I pulled my cousin with myself. Mbali knelt behind me so that my head came to lie on her thighs.
She breathed a kiss on my lips of my big cousin, but kept my cheeks between her palms.
Monique started to push my shirt, put my hands on her thighs, which began to hike up until I felt the bare skin of her upper body. At the beginning of your thorax, my fingertips slid gently over your rib sheet, to the approach of your breast. She ran small tears over her cheeks that drip on my bare breast when she told me in German “Joona, I want to feel disch that you had injected Isabelle and Sylvie Bébé in belly, give me too”. In the sentence, Mbali interrupted my cousin and said “Moni says Windelpupi”.
Monique smiled and replied “Joona, I also want diaper pupsi from you”. Everyone present who heard their words smiled.
My adoptive daughter and I roam my shirt over my shoulders. The French woman was ashamed when I saw her with her bare breasts, holding her arms in front of her, and pressing her elbows together in front of her chest, but her palms were on her shoulders. Monique has a very nice breast.
70b estimated by me. Like my wife, Ellen and Sylvie went with Mbali the 69s. Isabelle was startled when she saw all the tattoos on Hoshiko’s skin, but I experienced how tender she touched the Chinese with her hands. They stroked and cudge.
Monique rose from my loins so that I could completely undress, but she too got rid of her jeans and string.
She kept her socks with the words “cold feet”.
I pulled her to myself and sat on the edge of the bed again, and she got back onto my thighs to press the mattress. Now her way was clear, she grabbed my love harness and put it on her vagina. With a lowering body, she voted to start her ride through the Gascogne. You should determine what is happening.
I am just a Corsar, she my beloved big cousin, of which I pregnant two the day before. Now we not only testified my great -grand cousins, but also half -sisters of my daughters. I felt her nibble lips on my left earlobe, but I lovingly stroked her tender back. Her tits touched my chest, where I felt her stiff nipples intensely as if they wanted to drill through my skin.
Their loins moved circles and bobbing to inhale my cock deeply. In the room in I was born at the time, I should implant a child into her body. Only those who love give. Take and dies hatred.
I have been born you and her two cousins since I and your two cousins were more connected to them than their fathers. Furthermore, I am the godfather of the three women.
She asked me “Joona, you put me on bed and fuck deep”, with these words she climbed from my cock so I could rise. Together we changed the position so that I could again sink my child maker into her tight grotto. She put her lower legs on my shoulders, up to her knees and raised a little her buttocks.
My love spiked, which I drove into her young body over and over again, was deep inside her. Our fucking noises were certainly also heard throughout the house. She molk my producer with her vagina when she told me “Our daughter should be Jeanne-Louise de Belleville like the Korsarin”.
I knew the story of this person, her nickname was “La Tigresse Bretonne” in German “The Breton Tigerin”. We are not related to the said lady, but she was a very dreaded corsaire.
Her black ship was wearing purple sail.
Monique came towards me at each of my bumps, and her fingernails clawed in my shoulder like daggers to pull me. I gave her a loving kiss in which our tongues, such as Degenklingen dueled with each other, we also exchanged our breath as if we wanted to breathe into each other’s new life. A thousand things went through my head, I just testified to a privateer, like the Jeanne-Louise de Belleville said. Yes, I did the right thing in knowledge.
When my beloved cousin groaned her climax, I pulled my love harness out of her vagina to get deep into her again. Again and again I came across. Her tits bobbed in the rhythm of our common movements. Until I arise from life, injected into her tight cunt and thus flood her entire uterus with my whitish sticky liquid.
Part of this liquid ran out of her vagina over her dam and rosette onto the sheet. She took her lower legs off my shoulders so that I could lie flat on her to turn us with a movement so that I was lying below her and she could nestle with me. In doing so, she experienced another orgasm.
Our lips met again and sealed the experience in an eternity moment.
Mbali and my wife put my fuck partner, who still had my cock in her cunt, a blanket over his shoulders, who moved again on my love lance and got a climax again. Moaning she pressed her lips to mine, so she wiped my breath into it as if she wanted to suck me out.
She solved our kiss with the words “We have a name for my expectant daughter, but we still have to find some for Isabelle and Sylvies children”. My wife cuddled with Isabelle, Sylvie with Hoshiko and Ellen with Mbali when my three cousins stood me.
“Joona, you know we three are 25 years old and born in July, this month you were also born. 10 years ago we decided three if someone makes us a child then it must be a corsair. Since you know us we just wanted you.
We have been living abstinently for three years and have previously practiced and had some men fucked to gain experience. But we had decided to wait for you. So we had decided and planned the whole thing “.
I was already a bit shocked, they had used me as a producer. However, I can’t take my big cousins, it is not bad.
Monique went to my wife Marikit.
My adoptive daughter Mbali lay down in Hoshiko. Ellen came with my other two cousins. We four shared a double bed in which I hugged Isabelle in my arm so that she could cuddle up to me. So maybe we fell asleep a little exhausted but very, very happy.
My inner clock woke me up at 4:43 a.m.
Isabelle kept me in her clutches and trembled slightly, she pressed her hands together on my upper arms, and I felt her long fingernails, which were sanded like daggers. I had to wake her up to be able to loosen from her. A dear kiss ended her sleep, in which she told me “Korsar, you drive with your ship today, you take me, please take me, please.“She was afraid that I would leave her behind. No definitely, it should be there and live with my cousins in Hamburg.
My wife and Ellen had had my sperm examined a year ago, since I had only built daughters so far. There it was found that a certain component in my seed is blocked by medicine against my mararia, which is made by Ellen and Marikit from the poisons of three cobras. This means that I could only testify female offspring. So far there are 17 children .
I left the bedroom to pay a visit to the bathroom.
Suddenly Monique and Sylvie were in the aqua area. Together we went into the shower and let the liquid water of the Gascogne flow over our bodies. In their inside, my two French relatives said goodbye to their homeland.
The journey home follows in another story.
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