I shuddered and groaned, arching my back to meet his touch. He leaned in, kissing the bottom curve of my breast. His hands never stopped moving, keepi...g me on edge. I could feel every stroke of his fingers, goose bumps breaking out, leaving a visible trail of tingling sensitivity behind. More wetness started to pool between my legs as he licked around my slight breast, never actually touching the nipple, but teasing close enough that I hoped he did. One of his hands guided my hand to his. I might have a lot of outlandish theories but I always try to back them up." Each of the five men and one woman that were her peers in the field nodded. "That has always been true, though this time I am afraid it might take a lot of convincing. It has long been established that the decline of the gods in ancient Egypt was a fact. As to the cause, we all have looked our entire careers for an answer. What you are saying is that you have found out why?" The older woman said with a hint of rude. And so began my days in Australia, a succession of hot days and sticky nights.Every day, often more than once, I would put on a bikini and with footwear that no one could agree on what they were called, I heard thongs, jandals or flipflops, head across the burning sand to dive into the refreshingly cool water.And every night, Shelia’s dad would announce he was going to put a few shrimps on the barbie, and we would have dinner, though puzzlingly it was only occasionally actually prawns, out on. .. um ... took off her blouse. Her bra gives her so much cleavage! And ... um ... she wears this necklace that’s really just a cheap crystal on a silver chain. And it nestles between her breasts, unless she leans forward toward me. Then it swings out at me ... and it swings back again. Back to her breasts. Over and over again.”The hand that she’d used on my chin now stroked the side of my face. “Good boy, Donny. I knew you could tell me about it. I just love it when you answer my questions and.