The only trouble was Janet was sitting on me with her legs outstretched and I was torn between the suffering I was feeling from her squashing me into ...he caravan floor and the fact her immense breasts were only a couple of feet from my face. Kathleen who was sitting cross legged next to my head was threatening to stand on me in heels and although she was not as fat as her younger sister she was tall and sturdy."Please don't hurt me any more", I gasped as Janets weight was really making. My brother was a big boy and my small mouth could not swallow the length of his cock, so I improvised by rolling some of it down his shaft before inserting the remainder into my mouth and running my tongue around it cover rubbery end.Mother watched me very closely as I sat with his cock inserted, gently pushing the back of my head to get a little more inside and bringing my hand up under his tight balls, 'Squeeze them gently', she whispered as I looked up into my brother's face, his eyes were. The second dance was a slow one and that’s when I knew. The way she moved her pelvis over my crotch and her heavy breathing gave me an immediate hard-on that I knew she could feel. 10 minutes later she had excused herself from her friends and met me near the men’s room. She had obviously been there before because she led me into an empty coatroom. She was on her knees sucking my cock faster than I could believe. I lucked out- she had a condom in her purse. I pulled my pants down, pushed up her. ”“OK. I want to go over the Charleville detail plats.”The surveyor’s maps showed the tracks running into Charleville, arcing to the south (towards Cunnamulla), and a siding to the south bending east. The station was beyond the siding, and there were sheds and a house indicated (or sketched). The river was a bit further west. Hmmm. Quilpie would be another 150 miles west. Perhaps a bit more. But was that the station master’s house? In Mitchell, the station was on Oxford, but the station master’s.