Those lips that curved at either end, and almost a soft laugh inside, not anything sinister or mean, but a wonderful sense of laughter, almost a blush...that I had been watching her.After a while, as I sat there, drinking my coffee, she rose from her seat, took hold of her cup, her book, and bag, and looked like she was leaving. But, she walked across to where I sat, and stopped at my table, looking down at me. I glanced upwards to her soft face, smiling towards me. No one had taken much notice. The basement chamber was filled to capacity. Over three-hundred nude women gathered on the padded bleachers, which had at best puzzled the construction crews. The campus had been cleared of all but the Sisterhood, Ron and Steven -who had flown in that morning. All present were nude. All were solemn. Elsewhere, in the two temples, similar assemblies waited as they watched closed circuit broadcasts of the event.Ron removed the last brick, revealing the carbon oven container. The chamber was now. The shoot began with him directing Michelle in a series of artsie poses right out of Playboy magazine. He made her feel glamorous, beautiful, and sexy. Next came the Penthouse shots in which more pussy showed. He made her feel desirable and very female. Next came the Hustler series in which her knees were like opposite poles on a magnet in any position she was in. He made her feel like a nasty female. Next came Gynecology Quarterly where she felt like a female lab specimen. They even replaced. So, my second finger found its mark. June said, "Now, I can feel fingers in my ass ." "Still okay?" "Yes." I gave the butterfly another click. Jill started to moan loudly. I took by fingers out of her ass and replaced it with my lubed penis. June let out a small yelp. She knew my cock was in her ass. June said, "You have done a great job. It feels awesome. I sort of like it because they are your fingers." "Great" Now, I began to thrust my cock in and out of June's ass. She was totally enjoying.