It was somewhat later that an enraged Patrick joined them. Sam flagged a waiter and ordered an ale for his father.“Bloody stupid bureaucrats!” Pat...ick began.“C’mon, Dad, let us know how you really feel.”“The flights to Kimberley Coastal Camp are from Darwin or Broome! We could easily have flown to Darwin!”“But then we’d have no way to get Western IDs.”“True. But that could have been worked out. Anyway, we fly to Broome early Saturday and to the Kimberley Coastal Camp from there. We’re to be at. Kara took it and took a bite. It tasted like nothing she had eaten at home, but she realized she hadn’t eaten in a long time and scarfed down the food. James came in with a glass of water for her. Kara drank the water… it was nasty tasting compared to the water from home, but it sated her thirst. Kara sat waiting for a bit as James and Tom-p-kins walked around talking and Bar-brah sat in a chair. After some time there was a knock at the door. James went and opened the door. A new man walked in. You slip off your boxers and pull off your top and t-shirt. You bend down and stroke my back, starting at my shoulders and stroking down to my bottom, "are you still wet, cum slut?" "just a bit!" "not wet enough though are you, slut?" You hold your cock in one hand and grab my hair with the other and a golden yellow stream of urine hits my back and begins to run down to my not insignificant behind, i moan quietly and you let go of my hair and stroke my face, when your fingers start to stroke. She lowered herself prone next to me with her head on my shoulder and placed a hand on my breast. "Quite the cock isn't it? I'm still impressed you got that thing down your throat."She kissed me on the lips, plied my mouth with her tongue, and placed her hand on my breast. She tasted of fresh cum. It was nice. I liked it, but I really wanted to be left alone with Mike to be fucked really hard."Ummmmm, I like kissing you and I like your touch, Kristin. So I hope I'm not out of line here, but I'm.