Kenny’s manhood (approximately 7") was hanging low and appeared to be very hard, it would leak cum each time Riley moved to extract his penis from K...nny's ass it seemed to squirt more cum. I was hypnotized by the action taking place in my back yard and I must admit my panties had become soaked with my own juices and I slowly eased my hand between my legs and with the slightest touch, it sent me into an enormous orgasm so strong I became weak in the knees and had to seek support by leaning. Abbey looked at her, "You know." she replied imploringly, as if begging her not to have to repeat the question."Oh. Oh! I can't tell you that!" she replied with a shocked expression on her face. Even I was a little taken aback by her reaction.Abbey looked really embarrassed now. "Oh, sorry." she said quietly as her head dropped in discomfort at Julie's response.Julie was quiet for a moment before laying her hand on Abbey's. "Aww, I'm sorry Abbey. I didn't mean it like that." she said softly. "I. "Perhaps more punishment first. Just like me, no Joe for a while. Straddle Helena. Let her have a taste of your sassy Spanish cunt. Me too, for that matter. And Joe, you see to Angelique. She needs attention as well." Yes ma'am," I responded, returning Lindy's and Angelique's grins. "Hop on. Let me taste that sweet French pussy."Lindy disagreed. "Let me explore you first, Angelique, like you explored me." I'd like that," Angelique beamed. She had started shifting her body to straddle my face.. Eventually these stories filtered into the dry, dull sheep stations near Dubbo, Australia, in the Great Outback, and fueled the dreams of one Fred Smith. He was a swagman of unknown parentage possessed of an interest in easy fortunes that was far larger than his five foot tall, ten stone heavy frame. He lay awake at night and schemed. Orwell’s was the only bar for fifty miles, north, south, or otherwise out of Dubbo. Anyone who needed a beer bad enough to drink there, which was everyone who.