We organized them into a more efficient caravan of travelers purchasing some donkeys from a farmer to carry their heavy loads. Now, with only their ow... bodies to transport, the religious pilgrims in the land where the blessed Lord had trod with his exalted feet were able to move with ease to their next destination.The second night, we all stopped at a convent of sorts run by a combination of Nuns from various orders that had stopped their pilgrimage to rest and decided to stay and not move on. "I was about to go answer it, when one of my minds had a better idea. I said, "Christina, YOU answer the door. If it's Hailey, I want the two of you to wait for us at the kitchen table. Let me know if it's someone else, but if it's Hailey do NOT come back in here until you're called."I pushed her out of the room, closing the door loudly behind her.I turned back to the breasts, doing my best to get back into a happy mood. It didn't take long. I also called the mind off duty, figuring that he'd. It was quite eerie driving the long straight roads back to my hotel over the Fens of a November evening. The gathering gloom cast a strange purple-grey miasma over the unending flat fields, only the solitary lights of a farmhouse away in the distance could convince you that there was at least some life here. The morning drive could be amazing. The roads were laid on embankments, as all the land was below sea level. When the temperatures were right a mist would cover all the fields, lapping. While waiting for the trolley I fixed my makeup and adjusted my ponytail back to normal.I walked into the front door of the main house and into the kitchen where I found my mother sitting at the dinette table reading a book. She looked like the perfect, elegant southern lady. She was wearing a pretty, conservative, floral print dress, white heels, not a hair on her head out of place, and her makeup looked as if it had been applied by a professional makeup artist. It was hard to believe just.