"Martha sighed."I understand," I said. "While I was in Darwin, I saw it wasn't about the colour of your skin or your ethnic background, but your state...of mind.
" In New South Wales, where there are large Samoan, Italian, and Indian populations, I see the kids all speaking in a similar way, wearing the same clothes, they all have the same piercings, and they seem to have a tolerant approach to each others' ethnic heritages," said Angus."Okay. Grilling's over. We brought Martha here. We really. Not drunk just merry.Time to ring a taxi. I popped to the end of the bar where Janet and her mates were to use the phone for my taxi."Going so early"? Janet asked."Yeah. Not a lover on hangovers" I joked."Would you mind if I shared your taxi"? Janet asked."Of course not" I replied.Well the taxi came and we both hopped in the back. Chatting all the way home.When the taxi pulled up we got out, I paid and the taxi disappeared off. Leaving Janet and I outside of our houses."Well aren't you going to. Suddenly Iwanted to jump on top of myself and slide my pussy down on my dick androll around, pumping away for as long as possible.That was an incredibly odd feeling. I felt slightly schizophrenic as Islipped out of my Mandalay Bay cocktail waitress uniform. My breastsheaved free of the undergarment as I did so. Then I jumped on the bed,giggling. I fucked the other me for what must have been hours, and thewhole time I experienced the most incredible sense of passion and joyand fulfillment,. My head followed her instinctively, and her hand flew up and struck my other cheek. "Face forward!" she snapped. Once she had made a complete circle of me, she told me to sit on a chair that was stood in front of the balcony doors. It had been a hot day and the cool breeze was refreshing. The pool outside was deserted at that time of night, but anyone looking from the right balcony opposite would have got a good show. I sat down as directed. "Good. Now place your arms behind your back." I did.