Anyway we were able to get Susan to talk about herself, her family and in particular her sister. While she loves her sister, she hates her for forcing...her to be her slave. This apparently began when Susan was in her teens. Although Susan is very bright and was quite successful professionally, she is totally dependent on her sister. Her sister's employer used this dependence to get her to attack us. We filmed the session to show her later." So what happens now?" First we need to have another. He wanted to touch his dick, to jack off while he watched her but he hadn’t the courage to even let her know he was awake much less to touch himself as she watched him. He knew she would think him some kind of pervert to watch his own sister. He knew she thought he was asleep as he had been when she came to bed and her moans had him growing stiffer by the second and he couldn’t prevent it. His dick was now fully extended and swollen. He knew it was pointing right at her as it jerked and swayed. " Let's go. I hope I can help. Where are you camped?" Boundary fence near where Womalilla Road makes the sharp turn." By the water?"He laughed. "Yep. Lotsa yabbies." Let me drive." I turned to the others. "Back soon, I hope."When we were in the car, I asked Jacky what was up."My brother Jimmy, he Kalchut, he sick. He visit yesterday." OK. I'll look at him. But you may need Weena." Weena?" She's a nurse. A sister." No nurse. Kalchut won't take pills." Don't worry. Weena knows bush. In some ways, this turned out to be the catalyst for ruining his life, because one day when he was off elsewhere on duty, Susan was ferrying the two boys to play football in Yass. A semitrailer and a 4WD collided head-on because the 4WD apparently veered to the wrong side of the single lane highway. She was unable to avoid the semi-trailer as it ploughed into her car, killing all three of them instantly.The subsequent phone call he got was burned and embedded in his memory forever.They were.