With her other hand she tickled, teased and pressed my anus and brought me to unique bliss and delight. I should have given Esmeralda the wheel had sh... had a drivings licence.When we got to the hotel I was up her punciko in 5 minutes, thrusting and shoving, positioning myself in the best angle to facilitate long and mighty thrusts, the way Gabika liked."You can fuck me as much as you want in the punciko," said Gabika, "and when you need to spill you can push it in my mouth or in my popshee.". A bit west of Roma. My Dad has a small station. Largely beef cattle, but a few dozen sheep for the kitchen." "Small?" "About 30,000 acres." "Will you live there?" "I doubt it. I'm working on a postgraduate degree in entomology. I suppose I'll try for a post with the CSIRO." "Gordy's part-time at the Australian Museum," Diana added."I was interested in this area – because of Banjo – and Diana mentioned she was from here." "You read much poetry?" "Probably not as much as I ought." "I was never. ‘You ok?’ I looked up and there stood, Tippi, another of the party, another old friend from way back. ‘Give me a cigarette.’ ‘You don’t smoke.’ ‘Just give me a fucking cigarette.’ Tippi sat beside me and offered me her pack, I took one and she lit it. I didn’t cough, just inhaled like I used to all those years ago. She put the pack on the seat beside me and left her lighter there between us. ‘Your mascara has run.’ I said nothing. ‘Want to tell me?’ I remained silent. ippi stood, patted my hand. He kissed her. She kissed back. Both smelling of the alcohol they had consumed but neither noticing. He was hard. She was still dancing to the beat.He kissed her as the lights flashed by the windows, hands stroking, teasing, keeping her fire alight, but not too bright. Nothing was certain. Not yet.He placed a hand on her leg, and then slightly higher, apart from another giggle she made no response. He kept up the gentle kissing.Unheeding of the driver, he touched cotton. Her legs parted.