" Chelle, duh, were you asleep during history at school? Or are you just dumb? Everyone knows that." Oh, shut up you. Just cause it's the only subject...you had a clue in." Actually, Port Jackson is still the right name for the harbour, and Sydney is the city." Why did you say Port Jackson, Sarah?" Chelle asked.Sarah looked at them in confusion. "Because it is. Port Jackson. Where I was born. What do you mean, that's the old name for Sydney?"Eddie answered. "Well, when the convicts first came. And you're right about the weather. Sunny and nice now but heavy rain is forecast for this afternoon. Don't suppose Mr. Senior Manager took the time off from screwing Barbara to find out." I gather you two don't get on." Charlotte laughed."He's just an upstart yes-man. Lick the boss's arse man. Perhaps he'll lose a few pounds off his belly during this walk. If he ever appears." Little by little the group assembled but it was 10.30 before they finally started off and not before Robert and Stan. Got on my knees and took it in my mouth. So nice, such a good boy I heard as Tania was touching me. Baby, come to us and make our guest feel good she told her daughter. She stood up and saying a word came to my grandpa got on her knees and started sucking. Look, what a nice evening she said and took a cigarette. Come to me she said taking my head and putting it in between her legs. Her daughter went to me and put my hard cock in her mouth. Her hubby went on my grandpa, putting all his stuff in. She was concentrating on that nearly pleasant feeling that she kept getting hints of as Simon accidentally stimulated her clitoris on his way in and out. He was working the fourth right the way in now and figured that considering how tight she’d been to start with, that this was the nearest he’d ever got to fisting someone. He’d seen it on his dads porn flicks and always wondered how they managed it. Now he knew that it was determination and desire that achieved it. “Four, fucking hell four”.