It was in an email he sent me that he asked if I would come to Australia to meet him, and spend two weeks camping out on the banks of the Murray River... virtually in the middle of nowhere. I thought long and hard about his invitation, what I was leaving behind, traveling to the other side of the world to meet a man, who is physically, a stranger, but in every other way, a great mate. We undress each other, slowly touching, your fingers in my hair, tracing slowly around my face, I hold your face. The area around the post office was not very busy, and I sat on a bench across the street from it facing the river. It was a pretty view.About an hour later, I was knocked over by The Rachel Express as she impacted with me. I almost rolled down the bank into the ... well I’m not sure if it was the Ottawa or Mattawa river, since it was right where the Mattawa branches off from the Ottawa. Anyway it was a bit nippy for enjoying that kind of thing at the moment. Not the hugging, landing in the. He was so nonchalant about it that I was furious. All I could do was run out of the house and get home as soon as possible. I cried all the way. When I got home I called my friend Morgan and began telling her, furiously, what this bastard had just done until she told me she was coming over to see me.By the time she got there I had calmed down a bit and just sat on my bed curled up into a ball. She quickly shut the door and sat next to me, wrapping her arms around tight. I always thought Morgan. They rushed down the hall to Kate’s room. She fumbled with the key card as Diane’s hand ran up her dress, over her ass, and between her legs. Diane’s fingers found her wet, naked pussy and began to rub her clit.“No panties,” Diane moaned. “I likey!”The door opened and the ladies went inside. Kate took Diane in her arms and started to kiss her. They crashed onto the bed. The ladies began to rub their bodies together as they kissed. Diane unzipped Kate’s dress and started to push it down her.