”The hermit carried me through a list of questions, the same kind Andy had asked that first day when I met her. The questions were to confirm my cor...ect identity. I answered all of them.“Mary, you answer a question,” the hermit said. “Is this Dave Wilson, Bert’s son?”“Yes, Hermit,” she replied.“Hot damn! You people come on in and let me get you some cool water to drink.”With the three women right behind me, I followed the Hermit out of the cut into a small canyon. The canyon was probably only. The dress she wore looked to be a cross between Morticia Addams and Vampirella. The dress was black and very long, not tight around the legs like Morticia's, but loosely flowing. But the front was cut very deep and wide, and he wondered how she kept those fine full breasts covered. The back was also open, letting her wings spread slowly with her breathing.He let out an oof! of surprise when she hopped onto his lap instead of one of the other chairs. "You lied to me, didn't you. You said I was a. We're more like a cause or a grass roots movement than a society. I could explain our global structure, but..." I wait and she leaves the end of her sentence hanging. The message is clear. 'Need to know' does not exist for me. At least not yet. I know only that sisters in her position, regional Red Circle leaders, and sisters in Kyra's position, regional financial wizards (witches?) coordinate somehow with other regions. "Something's been bothering me, Cathy. Be honest, you expected to be. "Take your bra off," I commanded.Stacey reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. In front of me was the greatest set of breasts I had ever seen, full and perky, like a 10D, with the smallest of pink nipples, which were jutting out almost half an inch. I reached up and grabbed one of them, twisting the nipple gently. Stacey moaned my name, "Dom, fuck me."I didn't hesitate, I pulled my boxers off, and pulled Stacey on top of me. Ripping her panties to the side,.