I had button fly jeans on, and Jena started to undo them. It took a little while just using one hand, but she finally got my dick free. She started st...oking it and rubbing the pre-cum over it. About that time Pam asked me how long it would be before we got home. I managed to croak an answer. She asked what was wrong with my voice. I told her in a stronger voice that I that my mouth was dry. With that she said that she had a bottle of water and leaned forward to give it to me. Jena and I knew. .. because all these things have happened. And they still happen now. There have been riots all over Australia in the last couple of years, not just that big one in Sydney. It's another part of Australia, the violence that comes from a dead heart.How can a nation of immigrants be so screwed up when it comes to immigration? How can we lock people up in concentration camps, screw them around for years, then send them home wrongly, so they die? It's just all one big mess, and everyone knows it,. She had no idea that a parent could be anything other than an inflictor or pain or humiliation. She basked in their attention and instinctive nurturing when she was in their homes.They in turn were all charmed by her seeming child-like innocence and gratitude for any kindness. They tried to help her improve the horrible self image inflicted on her by years of psychological abuse at the hands of her parents.One of the first things Raul did was persuade her to join Bobby and Sammy in their Karate. I was staggered by this transformation in her, but duly obliged. She dressed provocatively, rubbing her hands over her body in the process and applied bright red lipstick to her face. The drive to the dogging site took about 20 minutes and in the meantime she had finished off the bottle of wine. The site was a secluded pull in off a b-class road - surrounded by trees it was perfect. By now it was about 8 pm and although we were first on scene we were soon joined by another car. This was driven.