We sixty-nined on a waterbed – her fat cock at the back of my throat, her tongue deep in my cunt for ages, before she turned around. We tribbed open...legged cunt-to-slick-cunt, then with a slight change in angle she was fucking me with that lovely giant cock-like clit. Our tits ground together, plastic to flesh - striking sparks off my hard nipples. Her long hard flexible cock filled my insides, striking sparks off my clit whenever she leant forward. We kissed open-mouthed – her tongue examining. Did you know that?" "Ah, c'mon Monica? I've never cared much how I looked before and now I just want to look as nice as my room mate. You are the stone fox of this house." "Why, thank you honey. What a sweet thing to say? By the way, are you aware of why you are taking so much pleasure in your femininity?" "Uh, yes, I think so. It's the potion, isn't it? It makes me tingle when I take it and makes me really want to look nice...and sexy too.Now I understand about what you said. Any of our warriors should be able to do the same; it is expected of us.”“So any warrior can throw as well as you?”“I thought I just said that, but in different words.”“Man or woman?”“Either. A warrior cannot be a warrior in our tribe without training to the accepted standard. The same goes for firing arrows at an enemy, but not all are able to meet the challenging standard for that.”Remble was thinking fast. “What do you mean by a standard?”“Don’t you have a required standard of excellence for. (Macquarie was the last governor of New South Wales [1810-1821], so there are many places named after him. He played a crucial role in the transition from penal colony to free settlement. Macquarie formally adopted the name Australia for the continent, as had been proposed by Flinders.) I discovered that the Western Plains Cultural Centre, which I’d wanted to visit, was open from 10 till 4 (or 16:00). So I was too late today to do more than stick my nose in the door and I would be leaving too.