You could see by the looks on their faces they weren't excited to have this blonde American poking a camera in their face and stumbling around with my...horrible Portuguese trying to do interviews. So I did what any good reporter would do... I went right up to the biggest and scariest guy and asked him what his flight was like and if he was he excited to be in the states. He was very tall maybe 7'4, like duck or hit your head on the door frame tall, and thickly built with big arms and legs (Feet. “Are all the rituals done here?” Jason asked.“Only for the sorority members. Different organizations, different ritual sites. The women here today are the alumni of the sorority.”Jason continued to ask questions until they came upon a torch-lit clearing with women wearing the same lingerie styled robes of the alumni guiding them.Brandon could see from how the women were positioned that they were meant to be near the center. Jason caught on as well and followed his lead, moving to the middle of. I felt another orgasm building. Don slowly wedged his index finger into the tight opening of my vagina. “Oh, careful, careful. Don’t hurt me. Go slow,” I cautioned. It took about a minute for me to relax sufficiently to allow Don to penetrate me with his index and middle fingers. Don’s fingers were stretching my opening, plunging inside of me. Once again, only this time from behind, he was able to reach that special place on the front wall of my uterus. His left hand was grasping my right butt. ‘ What did Stephen use to call you?’ ‘He always called me Cat.’ ‘Well, CAT.’ Barbara said in an I-told-you-so tone of voice. ‘It may have taken 18 years, but now the man can have his children and have you, too!’ Barbara hesitated, remembering the unresolved issue of children. ‘What about his girls? How do you feel about them living with him?’ Cathryn replied, ‘You know it’s funny, Barbara. I’ve always liked children. I just never wanted any of my own. Actually, I think I might like having kids.