I'd driven through Currawilla before, so I opted to try that. I left the road before crossing Farrar's Creek and bumped along it in a northerly direct...on. Once I hit the national park marker, I veered westward and soon hit a park track.There was water in Lake Constance so I found a camping/parking place on a rise. I was certain there'd be no new flooding, but it was better to play safe. I got out my swag and camping equipment, built a small fire and walked down to the shore. A dry fly on a. .Of what...???I was edging her on. I wanted Emily to tell me every detail.Of... Of....Ummmm.... She wants to shit on you.I started cumming again without even touching myself.I couldn't believe that she said it. And that turns you on???? I asked.Emily saw that my cock jumped and was creating a bigger wet spot in the sheet.Emily looked embarrassed and confused at the same time. Her hands dropped between her legs, covering her pussy. Her thighs pushed together.Still staring at my hard-on, she. When she stopped kissing me momentarily I felt a void. We made eye contact and she whispered in my ear ''I'll take care of everything, I love you, you will enjoy it'' and with that she started to nibble and sucked on my earlobe. I was very happy; I quivered but was glad to be the submissive part to start with. She was so calm, gentle and patient, the way she caressed and massaged my body felt amazing. When she kissed slowly down my neck I nearly melted. She knew to well how to turn a lady, I. As long as they were at least a G cup. My fantasy, which I’d pondered for years, was to have seven women on the go, one for each night of the week, the boobs getting bigger towards the weekend. This timetable eventually came off beautifully. The rota I ended up with naturally came from a variety of places: friends of friends (I focused on those with a busty acquaintance to “set me up”), dating sites (I looked through hundreds of profiles and favourited anything with big ones), and those I saw.