Anton looked probingly at me, then began the translation as the others continued to speak.He started, “It isn’t a phrase, Sister Sofi … it’s a...name … it’s who they think you are. See-leen-a is a beloved legend. Not just theirs, though, a legend shared by many tribes throughout the basin of the Amazon. It is a story that has been passed down from mother to daughter over generations and generations and generations. Nobody knows how far back the story goes.” The people around were hushed, all. ”“We saw the cattle cars at Crow Ridge, didn’t we, Chane? Didn’t we, Jon?” Shawn said and all three boys agreed that they knew what cattle cars were.“Grandpa, we want to go to Mexico with you the next time you go on a rescue. Don’t we, Jon, don’t we, Shawn?” Chane said and Eli laughed at his Little Bucks. They reminded him so much of his Young Bucks when they were that age.The boys were hugging his neck and he was kissing their faces as they laughed.“Dad, did you have a good trip? I suppose all. I told here the dress complimented her very well. She leaned closely to my left ear (funny how we remember some details) and said, "I bought it for you!" Needless to say, this was a thrill for me.The progress of our expanded connection occurred that night, after the meeting. I asked if she had time to talk about a few details of the meeting, and she said yes. We stopped at a pie shop that was on her way home. Sharing a dessert and beverages, our conversation went from business to personal.. Her t-shirt had ridden right up now; she was exposed. Her sex was wet and open. “Leon’s cock going to be quite a mouthful for me.” “How do you know?” “He sent me a selfie earlier.” “Oh god,” Eric gasped. “It’s bloody huge isn’t it?” Eric moaned again as she moved her hand back and forth. “I sent him one of me too.” “No?” Karen explained how she took a reflection of herself standing in front of the bedroom mirror. With one hand she lifted her t-shirt up over her waist and with the other.