It had lasted a couple of years. She was a good companion, a good sounding board, and of course a terrific fuck. But both of them knew when it was t...me. They had mutually decided to end it -- no muss, no fuss, no hard feelings.He remembered what Melissa had said Friday night when he asked her about the girl. “She thinks she’s quite the cock tease.”She sure didn’t seem to be teasing the night she slept at Jock’s place after he had gotten rid of the asshole who was hassling her.The memories. So they might count from date of commission or from date of enlistment."I looked at him. "So you could retire." Guess so." If you could live anywhere, where would you go?" Maclean." In New South Wales?" Yes. On the Clarence, near the Pacific." I've driven past it on highway 1. It's a Scots town."Maclean is 667 km north of Sydney where the southern and northern parts of the Clarence River meet. It has a population of around 3000, and is the southern-most sugar cane region in Australia.A large. It turned out that there was a ford that we could use which meant that we never got into water deeper than the mules’ knees. We still had to work at it to be sure that there were no injuries to the mules because the river bed could have low places that could trip a mule or even break its leg. To be on the safe side, Nina had a man walk across the ford directly in front of each line of mules using a long staff to probe the bed for sink holes, etc.Some of those places were found, but none of them. ” I could feel my heart start to flutter. He turned slowly and deliberately, and after sticking his sweet girlish ass out he pulled down his pants. Karen grabbed one of his cheeks, surprising both him and me: “Isn’t this a sweet ass?” Then she slapped it with a quick flick of the wrist “Ooh, yeah Karen…do that again.” Instead, she just stared at me and then her eyes dropped to my cock. The riding crop came down on the head of erection. I jumped and grimaced. “Now look at yourself… I told you,.