A few shelves had a small number of classic toys - wooden soldiers, toy cannons, and the like. Most were empty. One got the impression that these were...the leftovers from the last gift-giving season. It is a shame if these are the toys left behind, because they are much more enduring than most of what goes for "toys" these days.Since it was summertime (assuming the seasons here run in synchronicity) I wasn't surprised to find everyone taking a long lunch. In fact, I was hoping for it. Toyland is. I’d be driving there tomorrow. Looking at the maps, I could drive (pretty much) along the Darling from Bourke to Louth and have lunch and a beer at Shindy’s Inn. If I had two beers, I’d wait an hour prior to proceeding to Tilpa, where I hoped to stay at the Tilpa Hotel on the north/west side of the Darling. Before dinner, however, I tried out the sat-phone, calling Patrick.I got him, narrated some of my travels over the past three or four days and told him my immediate plan. “Sounds fine,” he. Like a searching snake his cock needed only a few seconds until the head rubbed through the folds of her hot, moist pussy slit. He didn’t even need a hand to guide it. ‘I need you badly. Please, Todd, make love to me,’ she cried out, but he waited a little longer, kissing her while a short push with his pelvis made sure his cockhead was securely lodged in her steaming cunt entrance. As soon as Carol felt his cockhead slip into the hollow of her cunt she automatically raised her hips up at him,. The bed rocked from all this intense action! I felt like I was in the main event of WrestleMania. ‘You like this pussy, Nature Boy? Do your women fuck you like this, huh? Did Arlene ride your dick like this? How about Bracha? Kimberly? Tell me!’ ‘No, baby, you are the best!’ I answered. ‘This dick is yours!’ The wild ride lasted a few more minutes before I ejaculated one last time. I was lying there completely exhausted. Yes, Shardae fucked my brains out like a real expert. She was still on top.