The words cracked her parched lips. She stumbled her way to the narrow stream. Ignoring her pained knees, she scrambled across the dry, rocky distance...separating her from the water.Plunging her face into the stream, she gulped it down, drinking until she thought she’d throw up. Her thirst sated for the moment, she rolled into the shallow water, letting the cool liquid soak her clothes. Pulling herself out, she collapsed on the bank.Dehydration and heatstroke were staved off, but her problems. Muje bahut hi maja aa aaha tha.Unke boobs chus chus k lal hogaye wo dhire dhire moan karne lagi.Usane mere kapde utar diye or wo lund ko sahalane lagi muje bahut maja aa raha tha.Me unke nabhi ko chumane laga ab dhime.Dhime me niche gaya me unki chut ko chusane laga or me unke boobs dabane laga.Thodi der bad wo jad gyi.Ab mene apana lund chusane ko bola unho ne mana kar diya bad me wo dhire dhire lund chusane lagi muje bahut hi achcha feel ho raha tha..Ab unse raha nahi gaya or bolane lagi ki. ." I felt the shame and guilt offucking up that guys life. Whatever that cum did it was some prettyfucked up shit... like liquid evil, or maybe liquid hell? I wasn'tsure.I still had the slutty body when I got home, but I went to bed andcried myself to sleep.The next day I woke up, my body was back to normal, I forced myself togo to work and not think about what happened. But my best friendKristy noticed I was off. I told her I didn't want to talk about it,but she persisted and I promised. ”“I did not dream it.”“No. Nor did boobook, frogmouth, wallaby, nor red kangaroo. Let us sit here.“Do you know the word ‘Uunguu’?”“No.”“To the Wunambal Gaambera, Uunguu means ‘living home’ -- it is all the things in Wunambal Gaambera country to the west of here, along the coast, and the home of their ancestors for thousands of years.“For Wunambal Gaambera people, Uunguu is part of Lalai, the story of how and when their country was made. Lalai is told through the rock art sites found throughout.