That was odd, but I made my way to my car and drove off. The ladies seemed confused, but as I drove past the door to the restaurant, I noticed them re...ntering.Time passed. More women now seemed to know I existed. Not many, but in a restaurant, a random woman or girl would touch me as I dined alone. Then they’d leave.Nookie? Nada! Nil! Nichts!Late one Friday evening, I returned home and found a naked redhead asleep in my king bed. In the dim light, I could hardly see her, but stunningly. That little protest produced the Guard. He, too, was an Australia for Australians.“I was born here ... mom was born here, grandmom was born here, great grand mom was rescued during the War and brought here as a three month old. I’m more Irish than you are.”“Irish? Pull the other one.”“Except for my DAD ... all my known ancestors were Irish Catholic priests. If you have a problem with that you should check with The Aboriginal Child, Family and Community State Secretariat. They are under Federal. I shamelessly beg him for it, but he only teases with the flicks of his tongue against my pebbled nipples as his hands rub and knead my cheeks. His hips gyrate into mine and only after what seems to be an eternity does his fingers move to my hips to pull on the ties of my bikini, tugging the fabric from my body and letting it fall to the ground. The friction of his jeans against my bare pussy makes me need his cock more. And then his lips are at my ear, his tongue finding the one spot that. Having scooted as far back on her side of the back seat as possible,Jenny had managed to bend far forward at the waist, her golden hairspilling over Dave's lower belly and upper thighs as, parting her lips,she took his erect cock into the warm-soft-wetness of her mouth.Although her position was awkward, due to the close confines of thespace in which she worked, she was exceedingly graceful, the occasionalslurping sounds she made as she sucked his prick notwithstanding.She was a good cock.