The sister may then transfer the power to a rod of her own making as she directs, for the power is her tool over the hearts of men, to follow her beck...n. However, the rod should not be taken of life. Lest it rot and the power be lost. Let it instead be of smooth stone or obsidian. The crystal within should be the color of the sea and the evening sky without clouds. This is the color of the essence of passion that no man may know, but may find their hearts compelled to follow. This is the color. I jammed it so far down her throat I could taste what she had for breakfast. I pulled my face back a few inches from hers and said “ I always thought that you were a kinky, horny, woman who probably loved to get dirty when you fucked around.” “Oh yes I love getting dirty and talking like a filthy cum eating whore, but I always have to compose myself around my son, and most of all my husband. He really doesn’t like to get kinky, which is so boring for me. I . ” Lynn said.“We have been keeping ours clean.” Margaret affirmed.“I believe you because the moms and I showed you what to do and you tell me the truth. But I want you to know that even the moms have to do it.” Erin added.My wives were not the ones to ever miss a teaching moment. The O’Dell Herd walked out to the new 16-passenger van we were renting, to see if we liked it, and got all of the girls in their car seats. I drove, Lynn rode shotgun. Blossom sat in back, in the fourth seat, with three. "Do you still like me, Miss Russet?" Lisa asked softly, making it sound like maybe I didn't for some reason."Course I do," I smiled, turning around and I grabbed the boxers I'd been wearing, using them to wipe my hands clean."Good," Lisa sighed with obvious relief and she did touch me then, her fingers stroking my tummy through my t-shirt."I gotta know something though," I said with a soft swallow and Lisa had removed her sunglasses so I could see her blue eyes looking into mine."What is it?".