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Second Time Through - Book IVChapter 7: Hawaiian Holiday free porn video
Monday, July 12, 1971
“ ... so Catherine told me that I should let them work it out among themselves,” I told her.
Narvenia and I were sitting on a couple of those plush loungers by the hotel’s swimming pool and looking out at the Pacific Ocean while I was trying to explain what had happened with the girls and their wedding plans, and why.
It was a little slow going because earlier, I had attempted to explain what Mai Tai’s were. Finally, I ordered her one to show her. But after she asked me to show her for the third time, I figured it out.
“So those that choose to be with you, they must choose to be with the others too?” she asked.
“Not exactly,” I said. “Think of it as if you and your sister, Spiro, were both mated to me.”
“Not after she discovered how good you make me feel. Then she would try to dispatch me in anger at not being able to feel that good. And she would destroy me if she found out that I had a soul and she does not!” she said with a giggle.
“Note to self: No more Mai Tai’s for Narvenia,” I thought.
Then out loud to Narvenia, “Oh, but that’s where you are wrong, Sweetheart. I’m positive that your sister has a soul as well. You see, when I told your mother about yours, I sensed hers as well. That means that since you and Spiro are twins, you both would have a soul.”
“Oh my!” Narvenia said as she bolted upright in her chair. Her eyes blinked a few times as she inhaled deeply, all signs of her being tipsy suddenly disappearing. Then placing her hand on the large bracelet attached to her other wrist, she closed her eyes as she began her quiet mantra. I waited silently because I knew that she was somehow storing observations and information in her bracelet. I had tried on a couple of occasions to follow her thoughts when she did this, but they were mostly devoid of emotion and simply way too fast for me to comprehend.
After almost a minute, which was a long time for her, she relaxed her grip on her bracelet as her eyes fluttered open.
“I must find the chemical composition of those wonderful Mai Tai’s. They may have slowed down my transfer rate slightly, but they certainly made the process more fun,” Narvenia said with a giggle. “May I have another?”
“Thank goodness they haven’t asked her age,” I thought as the waiter brought Narvenia another Mai Tai.
“Can we have one, too?” asked Jenny as she and Julie took the two lounge chairs beside Narvenia.
“Me, too! I want pretty um-rella!” Sunny said as she climbed onto my lap.
“That would be up to your mothers,” I told them all.
“Awww, phooey!” Julie said as she and Jenny took off again.
“Here,” Narvenia said to Sunny. “Would you like these?”
Sunny smiled real big as she took the small umbrellas from Narvenia’s previous drinks.
“Look, Mommy!” she cried, holding up the paper umbrellas. “Look what ‘Venia gave me.”
Kathy Lynn just smiled her thanks to Narvenia as she took the lounge chair next to mine. I could sense her amazement at how much Sunny was talking these days.
“So, did you get the weddings all taken care of?” she asked me.
“I hope so,” I told her. “Can I get you a drink?”
“I think I’ll have whatever Narvenia’s having. That looks great.”
“Oh, it is! It’s called a ‘my-tie’ but I do not yet know its composition,” Narvenia told her as I raised my hand to signal the waiter for another Mai-Tai. “And Michael told his future wives to have the sex with their sisters.”
Oh well, I guess some concepts must be harder than others for half-sloshed visitors from another dimension. Kathy Lynn simply looked at me with one eyebrow raised.
“Catherine suggested that the post-wedding details would be best left to the wives to work out,” I explained.
“Okay-y-y, but where did she get the ‘sisters’ part?” Kathy Lynn asked.
“I was trying to explain the concept of sister-wives,” I replied.
“Oh. That’s easy,” Kathy Lynn said. Then to Narvenia, “Just think of it as sharing your sister’s clothes. You don’t own them, but you can wear them whenever you want. You just have to let her wear yours on occasion.”
“I see...” Narvenia said as the light bulb of understanding lit up. “I wouldn’t mind Spiro wearing my white sandals, except when I need them to match what I want to wear. So that means that they must decide who gets to have Michael’s sex after the wedding, at a time when your traditions state that they should all have him. Oh, my ... that is a serious challenge!”
“Yeah, but if I know them, they’ll figure it out,” Kathy Lynn told her with a chuckle. “After all, they love each other like sisters!”
“I’m not sure I could share my mate with MY sister. She would, er, what is your word?”
“Hog him. When somebody takes the most of something, or someone, we say they’re ‘hogging’ him,” Kathy Lynn explained.
“Spiro would definitely ‘hog’ him! Especially if he made her feel as wonderful as he makes me feel!”
Narvenia and Kathy Lynn then giggled riotously.
“They’re being yucky again,” Sunny said to me. “C’mon, Daddy. Let’s go swimming!” So we did, leaving her mommy and ‘Venia still giggling and whispering in conspiratorial tones.
I felt a shadow looming over me as I opened my eyes.
“Uh, Michael?” Rachael said. “Can I speak with you?”
“Of course,” I told her, getting up from the lounge chair I had dozed off in. “Why don’t we move to one of the tables with some shade. That way, I won’t have to squint when I rudely stare at your breasts!” I was surprised that she was wearing a bikini that even for 1971, was a very sexy bikini. That’s sexy as in not covering very much.
“I found it in the gift shop. I’m afraid I got rather carried away,” she told me.
It wouldn’t be until later that I figured out what ‘carried away’ meant. In her mid-forties, Rachael claimed that she had long ago become comfortable with the small size of her breasts. However, with my gift, I knew that it secretly thrilled her when I paid extra attention to them.
“Michael, I had another vision,” she announced.
I sat up at her words and immediately scanned the area. Because of the large number of people it took me a little longer than usual, but eventually, I decided it was clear. Then, as was my habit, I scanned for my family. That took a little longer too, as my family had also grown larger. With everyone safe and accounted for, I turned my attention back to Dr. Rachael Dixon.
Widowed and wealthy, Rachael had tracked me down after she first had visions about the codex, visions that I had been able to share in, only because of my gift. It seemed to me that this codex, which acted like it wanted to be found, wanted to be found by someone else, with my assistance.
“May I?” I asked as I touched my fingertips to her forearm. I didn’t really need to touch her for my empathic gift to work. But I found that touching did make the emotions and their associated thoughts clearer. It also made things like visions or dreams, much easier for me to read.
“Was that a cave?” I asked.
“I don’t know. I didn’t want to keep going over it in my mind and affecting my own memory of the dream. So I just came to find you,” Rachael replied.
“Well, wherever it is, it appears to have been well taken care of,” I mused.
“I was thinking ‘worshiped’ might be a more accurate adjective in this case,” Rachael said. “Did you notice the tapestry?”
“Yeah. And the codex appeared to be sitting on ... something. Maybe like one of those pedestals where they lay a bible opened to a certain passage.”
We paused our conversation because Rachael’s drink had arrived. After the waiter left, we continued.
“I think you’re right, Michael. Did you see anything that might point to where it is?” Rachael asked.
“You know, my first impression was of a place like the Roman Catacombs,” I told her. “I’ve never been there, but that’s how I picture them in my mind. And it’s the first place I thought of when I saw your dream. You?”
“I was thinking about the same,” Rachael replied. “I was thinking it looked like a temple. A very old temple. I got the sense that it was a very holy place, so maybe you’re right. Maybe we should focus our search on the middle-east. I’ve always wanted to go to Istanbul and Jerusalem.”
“But that doesn’t fit with the cry we all heard this morning. Even Sandy and Allie felt like it sounded closer,” I reminded her.
“Oh, yeah,” Rachael replied almost dejectedly. “Can you think of any really holy places in the Pacific?”
“What I wouldn’t give for an iPad and the internet,” I thought to myself. I noted that Rachael was wishing for access to the university’s library back at UCLA.
“I guess we’re back at square one,” she said sadly.
“Oh, I don’t know,” I said. “It still seems to want to be found, and maybe Sandy’s right and we are getting closer.”
She was quiet for a minute, so rather than interrupt her thoughts, I scanned her.
Then, reaching across the small table, I lifted her hand and looked into her eyes. “All you have to do is ask,” I told her.
“Oh my goodness, I... , ah ... Michael, ah, would you ... I can’t!” she blushed as she turned her head away. I simply waited, holding her hand in mine. “Michael, would you take me?” she said in a rush. Then added, “To bed. I mean would you take me to bed? Please... ?”
“I loved my husband dearly. But I swear I never felt him express his love the same way I feel yours,” Rachael sighed as she lay on top of me. “And he never made me squirt the way you just did, either!”
Rachael was lying on top of me because the sheets on her side of the bed were saturated. That’s about six to nine times more wet than ‘soaked’. And while I had read about it, this was the first time (in either lifetime) that I had ever experienced a woman who squirted this much when she climaxed. She was also the first woman I was with who seemed to just cum and cum (and squirt and squirt) forever.
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