.while I stroked and her top came off I heard Gunter whisper behind me. "I finally squeezed those sugar tits and made them mine, boys". That got me go...ng. And then I saw the massive, thick facial that painted my olive-skinned sister's face a shade of cumslut white and I couldn't hold back. It shot and splattered on the computer screen, on her face badly enough and the room erupted into laughter. They laughed so hard some tears rolled down and the phone callbI wanted to desperately to avoid came. Tiffany Carlson, married, age 38, three kids, but she was his classmate Teresa's mom; awkward would be an understatement. Jae Rhee-Smyth 32, the widow of a U.S. soldier, two kids aged five and three.Mumbling to himself Matt asked rhetorically, "Where is Jae?"The screen changed to a map of the room. An arrow pointed to his left, moving that way he watched the arrow redirect itself. "I want all questions answered on the display screen." Can I ask why?" Matt could hear a real inquisitiveness. ”“Have you been to ‘Our lands’ yet?”“No. That’s for after lunch, along with David Stephenson.”“You should actually go through it with Patrick. It’s really his area.”Our lands is presented as a counterpoint to Sentient lands, also on display in the Yiribana Gallery of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander art. Sentient lands considers the figures who have shaped and given form to Australia, remaining as an animating presence within country today. Our lands takes a stronger stand and includes. Some context for you.New Years Day. Two lovers with no obligation to anyone but each other that day. No work. No k**s. No stress. A lot of fucking, obviously. There had been pillow talk.“We could call him..”“He says he’s a bit tired and hungover…”“We don’t have to do anything, just hang out…”“Yeah.. he’s texted. He’s on the way…”’It wasn’t much of a gamble. He was her friend, someone we liked and respected, and was good company. But we weren’t sure anything would happen. Or even if we’d want it.