Grinning as his tongue reaches I know he can smell the scent of my arousal.'Ah ah...' I giggle.Lifting my glistening fingers to my own mouth tracing o...er my lips and then curling my tongue around them. He watches my mouth closely as I suck on my scented fingers.'Mmmmmm, Mistress tastes so good. You want to taste baby?' My voice is almost a purr.He nods, eyes bright.'Use words, pet. Tell Mistress what you want.' My voice lifts to a louder tone.His own voice is so soft, 'I wish to taste you,. The softness of her mouth was incredible and the way she began was the best thing I'd ever felt. Her lips were wet and she slipped them over the head of my cock over and over as she also slid her tongue around it in circles.I loved how good she'd become at giving me hand jobs but this was better, way better. I was finding out what so many guys discover when a girl slides her lips over his cock and begins to suck on it, oh, this was ecstasy, nothing less.My head fell back, my eyes closed and I. Why are you asking?" She asked puzzled."Come," I grabbed her hand and led her to the empty bedroom. As we got there, I realized it was empty, just a bed, cabinet, some junk.Maureen looked at my nude body. I smiled at her and leaned my face over to hers. And I kissed her lips. When she kissed me back, I gently held her body and laid her on the bed, still kissing her in the process. I squeezed her breasts which got her moaning and my heart racing. We continued to make out until I pulled out and. “Right now?”“If you’re not involved in something.”“I’m not involved in anything but you.”“Don’t be smarmy!”“Sorry. Really.”“No damage. Anyway, I’ve thought about our role – our putative role...”“Heavy word...”“Anyway, that narrative at Waringarri Arts started me off. Then the visit to the Museum. And now reading this.“The Museum has thousands of photos. The only aboriginals I noticed were stockmen. Only one, ‘Grasshopper,’ was named. In 1963! Why doesn’t the history of the Ord River or the.