We do not have missionaries or set up churches and temples. We don’t have a dedicated priest class or caste. There are no monks, no Orders or cloist...rs, no seminary schools. All these are needed for a successful religion. We call ourselves the Keepers of Hasvik, as the old Settlement was once called that has sunken into oblivion and under the ice and we never saw ourselves as priests or our faith as a religion.”He waved his hand. “Don’t let me stop you preparing something to eat while I try to. So what was this other gent doing her at that time? I decied to ignore him, parked and walked straight up to the front door.A further surprise for me as I went to open the front door was that I tripped over a bag of rhubarb lying on the front step. What was that doing there? I entered. There was Jan looking unusually emabarrased, dressed in a garish pvc nurse's uniform and brandishing a large pink vibrator.Now, I am not in to pvc, nor uniforms of whatever persuasion. so I was even more. I soon got used to feeling his cock and balls, and I would sometimes accidentally lick his cock as he moved back and forth in Kay’s pussy.I also noticed that Mike has a long and bulging perineum. I saw Charles moving around the room out of the corner of my eyes, and from the number of light flashes I saw, I knew that he was getting a lot of pictures of Mike’s cock and balls rubbing on my face.Mike continued fucking Kay and after a few minutes she said, “Okay, Ed, you’re doing so well at doing. She whispered suductivly into my ear "see you at work darling" I turned and grabbed her hand "you know I don't know how to refer to you at work" she smiled "oh hun call me Cathy that is what most people know me as" I looked at her eyes and smile "of course Cathy" realising her hand I finished getting ready. "Son we are leaving" dad shouted up the stairs, "just coming" I replied Cathy was dressed more informal today wearing tight black Wetlook leggings with a red low cut top, with open toe black.