She held them together for me and I buried my face in them, kissing them one after the other. I moved down her tummy, not as trim as it used to be but...familiar, and she thrust her pelvis forward in anticipation and laid her head back on the cushion. I opened her robe the rest of the way and pushed her knees gently open. I kissed my way up one thigh, breathed gently on her mound and kissed my way down the other. She spread her legs and held her breath. Dragging the tip of my tongue along her. “Legs further apart,” she commands. I automatically move forward to hold her hips. Dawn’s hand is opening Julie’s sweet petals. She takes hold of my dick and guides my dick towards Julie. My sister’s fingers gently touch the sides of my dick-head as it slides into Julie’s tight virgin pussy. When my dick-head is firmly slotted in Dawn says, “Do little thrusts to coat your dick in pussy juice.” Dawn is only inches from the spectacle of my dick fucking her friend. She reaches under her friend and. ” Abe did the same but the look on his face was more of a satisfied look. I think he knew for certain that he would be fucking her. He was a patient man and he enjoyed the wait. When Trish appeared he stood up. He cried out, “Wow,” but I didn’t really pay much attention to it. My eyes instead were fixed on the obscene bulge in the front of his trousers. Trish and Abe kissed. It was brief, almost as brief as the brush of her hand across his bulge. My heart sank. Trish turned to me and smiled. When lunch was finished, Dave drove them to the Museum and Art Gallery of the Northern Territory, which was set in a tropical garden on Darwin Harbour at Bullocky Point. Their brochure told them that the collection here placed the region's art, history and culture in an Australian and international context.These collections, they soon saw, encompassed Aboriginal art and material culture, visual arts, craft, Southeast Asian and Oceanic art and material culture, maritime archaeology, Northern.