"Yes, there are a lot of us, but how many will theAustrians have?".............About the same time, some days further south, in Bohemia, a Gypsy wagon...olled into the small encampment. The driver, Tamas, was a man ofabout sixty or so perhaps, with a white beard and a face so lined thatit was difficult to determine his age properly. He gave a broad grinand a wave, stretched to relieve his cramped muscles and slowlydismounted. He embraced the woman rushing to meet him, then the man ather. The only positions I ever did was missionary and on top. I felt him get onto the bed behind me and the anticipation of having this huge black cock in my pussy was driving me wild. He slide his hands between him legs up to my pussy and my back arched to his touch."White girl, want some black cock in her, doesn't she" I said.I moaned out, "Oh yes"He spread my legs apart a little more and his big strong hands grabbed onto my hips and position himself to violate me and my white pussy. I felt the. I sat in front with Weena, Rachel sat in the rear with Michiko."Want to tell me something?" I shook my head 'no.' Mum always knew me best. She could sense the disquiet. I could hear Rachel telling her mother about Melbourne, beginning with the penguins and moving to the earrings before talking about the museums. That got her on to her working for Winnie in Sydney. Mum asked me what I'd liked best."A Turner and a Fred Williams show. A large grey kangaroo. The restaurants. We found a really fine. Pulling her skirt up, I revealed more of her sweaty flesh, her sexually arousing scent intoxicating me.I kissed the girl deeply, our lips meshing together in a wet embrace as I tightened my grip on her thigh. My nails dug into her moist skin while we kissed and it felt so animalistic as we danced together. I gripped her hips as we moved in sync to the tune of the booming music. We did not even know each other's names and yet, here we were, kissing and grinding away with people all around us. It.