I was still troubled by my experience on Flinders Lane and even more about my studies. I hadn't really spoken to Rachel yet. I wanted to talk to my pa...ents – they had greater experience with these things. But I was both unhappy and uneasy. Seeing Korngold's Die tote Stadt, with its theme of overcoming loss, didn't help. I saw myself as having similar hallucinations to Paul's. And Rachel was aware of my mood. I was hoping that being back in Perth might normalize things.We had a large welcoming. I couldn’t take much more of this with her pussy pounding my cock and the vibrator still in my arse and my climax began to build again and I couldn’t stop it. She heard my moans and knew I was going to cum and shouted at me ‘YES, NOW, GIVE IT TO ME, FILL MY CUNT’ and with that she jerked into a shuddering orgasm, and I couldn’t hold it any more. The ecstasy as my cock spasmed and I felt the first rush of spunk shoot, followed so closely by the next and the next it felt like a constant stream. I. So that by the next morning... any bitch... looked like shejust had a day of pampering... at the fucking salon... besides that...paper curlers... are easier to sleep in than curlers anyway... but nochance at all... that prisoners can even smuggle in... a pair oftweezers... although a resourceful bitch... can still shape her browsanyway... "threading"... with a piece of string... dental floss... orrubber band... and then used to thread each other's eyebrows... as ifusing a real piece of. If it hadn't been for the need to get out of Cat's apartment before saying something that I didn't want to say, I would have taken a leak on my way out. As it was, my first goal on the brightly lit twelve block walk to my own place was to find a bar where I could empty my bladder — and maybe pick up a willing pussy to get myself off.I found one quickly, a bar, that is. Walking into the dim bar, I put a twenty in front of the bartender, ordered a Jack Black neat and headed for the men's room..