But I did. In fact, I loved it." "Good," Shayla responded, "So did I." "But now," I said, "I'd better go home. I do have a husband and he should be ge...ting back soon." "Yeah, it probably wouldn't be good for him to smell pussy on your face." "Good point." Then I asked her, "Any more shows coming up?" "No," she answered. "Not for a while I think." "Good," I said. "It might take me some time to process what just happened." "Will we do it again?" "I honestly don't know." "I hope so," she said. "I. But this is not a story about her. This is the story about one memorable experience from that site and the only encounter that was interesting enough to carry some aspects of it into another relationship...but more on that later.Helen was a housewife who was slightly older than me, 37 to my 33. She had a lean body with small tits and a firm little ass. Her profile pictures showed as much, she was layed out next to a pool in a skimpy bikini in one of them and was wearing an open blouse over a. Somehow that calm waiting got through to Hannah and she stopped before the two of them came within reach of each other.“Fuck off Lizzie! Lizzie the Lezzy!”Liz burst out laughing at that. Then she turned her back on Hannah and bent down to pick up her bags and helmet. Liz glanced at me and we headed down the steps to meet her dad who was roaring up on his big motorbike.“That’s right, walk away you pair of fucking dykes! Look at them, fucking carpet-munchers...” The torrent of filth cut off. Then, in mid-morning, I asked the “girl” about laundry.“You gibbit me, I do good job.”“That’s not necessary. I can do it.”“Not job for nungungi.”“I’m not nungungi.”“Nungungi dad’s nungungi.”I had clearly lost the argument. I appealed to my hostess.“Not a chance,” she said. “Better give in graciously.”So I did. Underwear, shirts, pants, socks. It was a decent-sized bundle.Lunch was fried chops and bread. In the afternoon I tried to work out where the aborigine camp was. It was near the Oonagie.