.. and he waited, but again, nothing happened. Kudna turned and faced the west and threw a boomerang.Whrrrrrrrr ... but, once more, nothing happened. ...here was not even a glimmer of light.Finally, he slowly turned in an easterly direction, took the last remaining boomerang from his possum-skin belt, raised the weapon far back past his head, and, with all the strength he could muster, he threw it.As it left his hand in a blur of yellow ochre and wood, it made a sound that only a boomerang makes. With his heart hammering against his ribcage, he quickly brushed himself down before walking up to the kitchen door and tapping it with his knuckles, his mouth suddenly dry with anticipation as he awaited an answer. None came. Brow furring with confusion, he waited a moment before knocking again, only a little harder this time. Still there was no response so thinking that she might have fallen asleep, he lent around to steal a peak through the window beside the kitchen door. Unsurprisingly it. Damn he was hung. He was so big that I couldn't even get my hand around it and it had to be at least 12 inches long. He had me suck and lick the head and shaft to rub his precum all over it telling me that I had better get it good and wet. Then he pushed me on my back and had the 2 other guys grab one of my feet and hold them up in the air to open my lefts up as wide as possible. He rubbed the head of that monster on my pussy. He then looked me right in the eye and said that he hoped I was on. We bar-hopped and I got grand and gloriously drunk and he took me to his house, which was like the palace of an Oriental potentate. He fucked me while I lay limp but happy in his king-sized bed.The next morning, Steve pulled me out of bed about ten o'clock. "Come on," he said. "There's a festival at a little Buddhist temple out in country that I don't want to miss." Buddhism?" I asked sleepily."It's really special." We rented a boat with an outboard motor and the driver piloted us through miles.