I never had sexual feelings about her even though we slept in one bed; we never had naughty feeling about each other our bed is pretty big hence we co...ld sleep comfortably.Then there was one day where we truly showed each other how much we loved and appreciated each other in a way we never thought we would show it. It all happened when I was 19 and she was 18. I was at home one day playing badminton in our backyard with her. My sister was wearing a cute top, along with a pair of denim short. Di had orgasm after orgasm as I wanked her clit and sucked her nipples. She trembled with wave after wave of sexual pleasure. Moaning and running her hands through the hair on my head, telling me how I was the perfect lover. I slowly worked my way down her body, kissing and licking every thing I could reach. When I got to her pussy, I had to use my fingers to part her hair covered pussy. I remember the hair made a little curl just above her clit. I licked out with my tongue out. Aside from the pointed toes, these slick, black leather shoes had little in common with those pink and frilly days. I tried the shoes on, sat on a little stool in the leather shop. We’d come in here because Karen had wanted a new leather jacket but the coats had barely got a second glance once we found the third room of the shop, tucked discretely from view. The first room of the shop had been what we’d expected with coats and handbags, shoes and biker gear. The second room had been full of. ”“‘Curiouser and curiouser.’ Let me ask yet another: ‘Miriwoong Gajerrong’.”“Surely you jest, my boy.”“Aren’t the Miriwoong Gajerrong the recognized native title holder to Kununurra?”“Yes. You’re still stuck on the notion that federal designations mean something in the Kimberley. The law didn’t mean much in the 1800s, in the 1900s, and I doubt whether the whitefellas who commissioned and wrote this Plan ever thought much about either the law in general nor native title in.