It took nearly two hours of searching before a suitable group of hippos could be found. At last, the hippos were found and were in a place where there...was a decent chance of making a kill.We set out with the pharaoh in the front of the small boat. I was right behind him, and the guide was behind me. The two paddlers were in the rear of the boat, and a lot depended on their skill in holding the boat in the proper position for a suitable kill. For practical purposes, I knew nothing about hippo. ”“Should we wear them?” Margie asked, uncertainly.“I can detect no other spells on them,” I told the sisters.“Could they have come from the Boston Council or Brian?” Katie asked.“Possibly,” I told them. “They must be here for a reason. I was going to just wear jeans and a shirt. We can put these on over our other clothes. This could be something to do with the St. John’s Eve celebration.”“Yes, that’s possible,” Katie said. “There were pictures on the internet of their celebration here last year. He seemed in a stand offish mood. As though he had enough emotional dancing. I was happy to see him. We chatted about some local issues and school. The conversation slowly turned to girls and sex. I was getting very excited. I wanted him to grab my balls hard and make me strip down so he could tether my hands and feet so that he have as his little cocked submissive faggot at his perverted mercy but that was not meant to be. The conversation turned from girls bodies to pleasuring girls.. Cindy has talked with Amy and I bet she has shared certain details plus Cindy seems to be a bit of an opportunist as well. I imagine she is justifying things in her mind being that she is blind with need just as I am............here I am justifying a wrong in my mind as I stared at her. "So what do you say, help each other out", she said, her eye brows raised in question."One condition....No regrets", I said.I wanted it to be true and hoped it would be true but the potential for regret is.