"I like her, Roxanne. She is sexy."Nancy blushed. She was more than twice as old as either of the young, firm pieces of flesh before her. Roxanne was ...ifteen years her junior but was a perfect physical specimen. She felt like the ugly duckling amongst these bodies where gravity had no claim yet.Roxanne continued her assault on Nancy’s slick lips and asshole. Brenna’s tongue danced in Nancy’s mouth. Claire took a nipple and sucked and nibbled on it. In mere moments, she succumbed to the. " Charlie, Maddy and Weena had been listening."You know many?" Maddy asked."Some. I heard them as a kid in Queensland and when I did fieldwork, I met many bands. Sometimes, the old men would let me listen. They're the stories that tell about the land and the people." He told some when we went to Uluru," said Charlie. "They were a lot like Comanche tales." Well," I said, "Let's go on to the bore."We were just in sight of the windmill when the big bull caught the scent of the water, snorted,. I was wearing a short black tie with a white blouse that was straining to contain my DD breast forms that were being held up by a black lacy bra. On my wrists were black leather cuffs lined with pink fuzz adorned with a heavy D-ring loop. My nails and toes were painted black with a pink tip. My lips were plump and painted a bubblegum pink. My blue eyes outlined in black with a black shadowing that faded to pink. I had my long strawberry blonde hair done in tight curls that I had spritzed. ”“Wow, he went for the brown sugar, too, didn’t he? I can’t say I blame him, not if your mama’s as much of a cutie as you. Polly wants a cracker? Get it?” Jeff Bob laughed at his own joke, of course.“Cute ... where is he?” Polly demanded to know.“See now, I could tell ya, but it’s gonna cost ya!” Jeff Bob insisted.“I ain’t got much money, mister,” Polly pouted.“My name’s Jeff Bob and I didn’t mean cash, baby. I want honey, not money,” Jeff Bob held his ground, of course... He wasn’t about to.