Tell you what, why don’t’ you drop around for a drink once you have got home and packed that lot away.”“Love to,” said Liz.“Great,” I re...lied. “What’s your mobile number? I’ll text you the address.”After telling me her mobile phone number I texted Liz my address.“See you at about 6:30pm. Don’t change and don’t bring a thing,” I said.I headed home with my shopping. I dropped the shopping bags on the kitchen bench and announced to the Nymphs.“OK you two, you’ve got 15 minutes to clean that. I pushed it deeper inside her, ready to finish what she so wickedly had started with a flick of her toe up the side of my thigh under that table. She continued to moan as I pushed my rod deeper in her sweet ass. She squirmed a bit to get comfy as I pumped my cock in and out of her sweet tight hole. Apparently her pussy was linked to her asshole as she seemed orgasmic with her screams. I reached around with each hand and held her jiggling breasts as I humped her from behind, Her nipples were as. Routine, almost. But before we start I’d like to take the precaution of anointing you, if I may?” I did wonder, since a couple of them appeared Middle-Eastern in origin, but none demurred, and I marked each on the forehead with a cross in olive oil. I then picked up my portable Communion set, and headed for the building concerned, opened the door, and entered.I immediately felt the same disquiet the workers had complained of, but none-the-less they all followed Sasha, Malcolm and myself. Then all I was aware of as I stripped was the exhilaration, the freedom. I felt the mountain air blowing through my hair, over my breasts, ruffling my secret—or no longer secret—hair. But why should it be secret? This was the way it should be.I looked round at the others. Now we were all naked. You could see the others felt the same exhilaration. Some were still looking down the glen, or up to the higher mountains behind us. Others looked at each other. Jocelyn gave me a smile of encouragement.