I had him roll over onto his back. Again, I watched as his wonderful, thick cock flopped side to side, semi erect and rested on his thick thigh. I nea...ly gasped at the sight and my sexual desire overcame any left over nervousness I had. I ran my hand over his smooth stomach and chest and gently rubbed his nipples, I leaned in and gently licked them as well. I moved my mouth to his neck and planted afew soft kisses, wondering how Mark would respond. A soft “mmmm” escaped his lips and encouraged. She sucked my dick lovingly, using her tongue to stroke the sensitive underside. She pulled her hands away for a second to pull her dress down a bit so her tits would pop out the top—she knew, of course, that I would enjoy looking at them while she sucked me off. And between those amazing tits and her pretty blonde head bobbing on my knob with purpose, it didn’t take long before getting off is exactly what I did. Her lips pursed securely around me, not a single staining drop escaped. She. So we decided to go to Kodaikanal, an awesome hill station at southern part of Tamil Nadu. We planned our travel in bus as that was shorter. So we packed and started, the travel was during night, and luckily we got our seats almost at the back. It was an A/C Bus and there wasn’t much crowd. She sat at the window seat and me at the aisle. She was wearing a blue salwar, man she looked so awesome in salwar, exposing her part boobs, this aroused me a little. The travel started and we were just. ..”“Heavy word...”“Anyway, that narrative at Waringarri Arts started me off. Then the visit to the Museum. And now reading this.“The Museum has thousands of photos. The only aboriginals I noticed were stockmen. Only one, ‘Grasshopper,’ was named. In 1963! Why doesn’t the history of the Ord River or the history of Kununurra include those who were killed or moved or resettled? It’s because we don’t exist! Not that we’re slighted. That would be OK. We’re effaced.”“Can I say something?”“No. Let me.