“How’s that” I asked.“That is great” she gasped , “but just turn your hand so your fingers stroke my G-spot” So I did and she got off to...another quieter shorter orgasm than her previous ones. I slowly extracted my fist, made certain we were both cleaned of spunk and turned the shower off, there was no towel so we shook ourselves as dry as possible then just dressed in our bikinis and shirt dresses and let ourselves out.I could say the rest of the day was a bit of an anti-climax after “lunch!”. "I'm sorry if I'm disturbing your solitude, but I'm new in this country and wanted to see as much as I could. This carriage has the best view." she said. "I love Australia, I love its age. By the way, my name is Karen." Jiri," said Jiri, and they shook hands, a little awkwardly. Jiri could not place her accent; it could have been European, but was not a strong one. She was certainly not an Australian or a Kiwi.With that, she sat down in the seat opposite Jiri and gazed with rapt attention at. And, yes, I know guys take advantage and stare at her too. I'd just expected that when you found out that she was a lesbian, seniors would be mature and considerate enough to look away. Never mind. It's obviously pointless to discuss polite behavior with you. Let's drop the topic before it ruins my appetite." I like to think that I'd mainly made a big issue out of it to convince their dirty little minds not to read anything into my having my protective arm around my sister. By emphasizing. And he looked like the character symbolically. I saw my play as Everyman against Trickster. That is, the role I took sort of represented a Judeo-Christian archetype of ephemeral, in the head beliefs, while Stan's character had a more pagan, earth based belief system. And of course, he looked utterly seductive. Winning Helena back became that much more of a struggle, and perhaps, in the end, hard to believe.And no, truth didn't match fiction. I felt no risk losing Helena to the handsome Lakota,.