As I was going at it hard and fast we heard the doorbell ring. I said oh shit another agents here to show the house. Dale just laughed and said it was...Shawna the cute heavy set receptionist from the office she had told her about our first encounter and Shawna was very interested and Dale had suggested she come over and had told her the plan she had to get me again. Shawna was about 50 she looked like she weighed about 225 with what looked like a size 40D breast. Dale was about 5’6 while Shawna. Her heart skipped a beat. He once again slid his tongue deep into her tunnel, wiggling it around inside her, just teasing her. She desperately needed either a good fuck, or have her clit licked, and he was doing neither, just making her wants it more. Jason kissed her swollen lips again while she breathed laboriously. His tongue snaked out and he lightly lapped at her clit. “Ohhhh…” she breathed again, legs subconsciously opening wider. He slid his hands under her ass, squeezing her soft ass. Congress mulled it over and asked for solutions.It took a while, but twenty years ago in 2020 we first started the Rites. The term "Rite," came from the Pagan ceremony, the Great Rite and bears no resemblance or similarity to any Pagan ceremony or any fertility ritual of any religion or society before us.The Rites are more akin to a correction or a balancing maneuver than anything else. It's like the difference between our calendar and the true solar cycle. Since our Calendar is off by a few. I was just wearing boxer shorts and wasn't planning to change unless they complained. I was betting that they wouldn't complain. There was only one reason for them to be here. Jean Bower was out doing a little sport fucking with her daughter. Her daughter probably attracted a lot better than Jean could by herself. She was a very plain looking woman. Dark unkemp hair that was usually flying about her neck framed a thin face. Her nose was prominent but her dark eyebrows often drew you away from.