Each thrust made the desk hit the wall behind with a resounding thump. “Oh, yes!” Kay cried. “Fuck my pussy, fuck me hard.” She kept up a filt...y running commentary. I almost laughed, but my own grunts and growls were almost as loud as hers. I could feel her juices running down my balls, dripping down my trousers. Kay squeezed her hand between her thighs to rub her clit and I pressed her breasts together, squeezing and tugging on her nipples. Both of us cried louder and louder. My voice started. Once again it was almost 10 am by the time Dave drove out of the caravan park and headed north along the Mitchell Highway that was also called the Matilda Highway, to Charleville.Their first stop was in Wyandra 100 kilometres north of Cunnamulla. It only had a population of about 60 people but welcomed visitors to their newly established museum in the Power House where Dave was able to find out about the township. This included the fact that the building used to provide power to the town from. "See you in a few hours, Sheila and see you soon, I hope, Steve," said the naked Dianne before giving them each a long lingering kiss in turn.She watched them walking hand in hand down the street for a short distance, but they then disappeared into the darkness. Dianne wondered whether Steve would just see Sheila home and then go home himself or whether he would get to see the inside of her house.Sheila lived pretty close to Dianne so she and Steve were kissing outside her house when Sheila. Alice thought she might have some time for that, but more than likely, Meg would get more use out of it.The next morning, they came down for breakfast, Alice in a business suit and Meg in a lacrosse jersey and cut-offs. After finishing, Alice stated that she would be spending all day with real estate brokers and admonished Meg not to monopolize all of our time, or spend all day on the phone with her boyfriend.Meg's response?"Yeah! Whatever!"Alice left, followed by my wife Kelly, who had to go.