” “it was my pleasure, ma’am,” kim replied with her face again turning red. “if you’re anything like me,” the older woman said softly. �...�i can just about guarantee that you’re pussy is literally dripping.” “isn’t that right?” “i-i don’t know what you mean,” a totally embarrassed kim replied.“i think you do,” rhonda replied softly. “now i want you to stand up, and take off your shorts and panties!” “i-i just couldn’t!” kim answered with her eyes cast down. “oh but you can!” rhonda replied evenly.. All the talking stopped as they all started seeing me, and I could feel every eye following me, as my breasts swayed from side tot side, and with each step I could feel them taking in the site of this 50+ year old women jogging through there group with a near transparent tee-shirt on and short-shorts that left little to the imagination. It didn’t take me long to get to the opposite side of the clearing and up my trail – my bet is there was going to be some jacking off at their campsite. The real ritual is boring so we have fun with fake “initiations”. Like a second level of Sisterhood.I'm told I'll be sworn to secrecy and photos will be taken as collateral.I agree unconditionally!. . . . . My Initiation DayPrior to the ceremony, Jan who is the most senior sister, has privilege. She uses me to instruct her little sister Kelly. She has curly dark brown hair like a poodle, it parts to the side and hangs over her eyes sometimes. She has sparkling dark brown eyes, a cute nose. I instead wandered around Soho and was propositioned by men, not very nice men at that. Eventually, after a month or so a classmate of mine who was also into women took me under her wing.”“And she was your first?” Trudy asked. Della laughed out load as if it was the funniest thing she’d heard.“No, what I mean is that she took me to the bars and clubs she went to and showed me how to talk to women and how to pick up or be picked up, as well as the types of women to avoid. In no time thanks to.