Tom sucked the last dregs of David’s spunk from his cock, the sat back on his haunches. He smiled up at his son.“There,” he said, “now how di...ferent was that from when your mother did it?”David didn’t know how to respond.“You won’t tell Mum will you?” He said finally.“Of course l will son,” Tom replied, “we don’t have secrets, honesty is an important part of our relationship. Tell me son, and l mean honestly, when you are looking through porn sites and you scan down through the categories,. But she... The shower shut off. My wife darted back into the room, her body still dripping wet, her pubic hair drenched, no sign of cum remained. She still cried, eyes swollen as she fidgeted in the middle of the room.“Cheating wives are punished,” I growled. “They deserve it for being whores and going behind their husbands backs. Don’t they?”My thoughts hardly twinged. My wife needed no convincing. “Yes, hun. I do. I’m so sorry.”“Are you really sorry?” I asked. “Do you even love me?”“I am. " I had to don my own disguise but this had to be made of flesh. After looking in the mirror I knew I looked much like I had when I first came to Earth though a few years older now.Tom thought for a moment and the boat changed minutely. The colour scheme altered. A new licence plate appeared. Even the curtains on the functional windows altered.Behind the motorhome a towed vehicle changed too. Tommy insisted that we pull a vehicle that would be easy to move through traffic. He had built a very. ”“I’ve met Al. Doesn’t he receive his degree soon?”“In December. But he may stay another year.”“And you, Sayuri?”“I am a visitor at the International Centre.”“And I’m showing her the Gallery.”“Have you been to ‘Our lands’ yet?”“No. That’s for after lunch, along with David Stephenson.”“You should actually go through it with Patrick. It’s really his area.”Our lands is presented as a counterpoint to Sentient lands, also on display in the Yiribana Gallery of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander.