“We had lunch last Tuesday.”“Don’t make me pull it out of you, Shayla. Tell me all of it.”She sighed. “You won’t get mad at me?”“Tha... depends. What did you do?”“I told her. I told her everything. I told her about you and about Jason. She said she was envious.”“What exactly happened, Shayla,” Kevin asked with an edge to his voice.“Okay. She asked me how my life was going. So, I told her it was glorious. I told her about how much I loved you and what a terrific husband you are. She said she was. Firstmy finger nails were extended with acrylic's to about a quarter inchbeyond the tip of my fingers. My nails were shaped in the Oval shape mymother preferred. The sheer ecstasy of my curlers creating a Worthyhairdo and my fingers and toes being painted Softsilver Red, just asWorthys do every day, almost caused me to faint on the throne. Motherbrought me water to keep me steady and so I could drink now rather thanafter my lips were coated with red paint too beautiful to smear. His balls were gorgeous too, big, heavy and hanging really low between his strong thighs. I watched her take him into her mouth, pushing his foreskin back with her lips, sucking his swollen head first, then slowly taking his whole length down her throat, her eyes on mine all the time. She gagged a little, then pulled him out, her saliva dripping off his erection. She then turned around, and stuck her bum out, he moved in behind her and slid straight into her very wet cunt. After a few thrusts,. Lalai is told through the rock art sites found throughout the so-called ‘Indigenous Protected Area’.“The rock art speaks of the Wanjina spirits and the Wunggurr spirits, the creation ancestors who made the languages and the law for each family to look after a traditional part of country. Lalai started in the time when the world was soft, when each Wanjina had a job to do to make the country.“Some Wanjina like Rumitjmarra and Wundulii carried stones, wet and soft as a cloud, as they moved.