I slit the tape. There were, indeed, several fish spears, none particularly well-crafted. There was also a small bark painting of a river scene with a...boat. I knew that story.In the Dreaming, Ngurunderi travelled down the Murray River in a bark canoe, in search of his two wives who had run away from him. At that time the river was only a small stream, below the junction with the Darling River.A giant cod fish (Ponde) swam ahead of the Ngurunderi, widening the river with sweeps of its tail.. Bodies molding, never forcing. Back of fingers brushingcheek, memories and dreams, tears and clinging - inevitability,heartache. Softest separation, losing contact, warmth departing, needsunfilled, desperate longing, fading, nothing...I opened my eyes slowly. Maggie was already looking back, tearsstreaming down her cheeks. "That's what you felt, Debbie? That was yourgoodbye?"It took a moment to wipe my eyes and a little longer to return. For atime, Indira had been with me. "What did you expect,. All she did was turn up her lip in a sneer and flounce away.For the sake of Shoni we didn't say anything, but Shonali hit the nailright on the head saying, "guy's I don't know about you three, but letsget what we need to do here done, then head to San Francisco to see the'Californian Girls'.We breathed a sigh of relief at this and agreed, so we trooped inside,hit the shower and changed then went to find our hostess.Preity, Shonali's aunty was really nice, very friendly and welcoming,she asked. His balls tighten, he feels the cum begin to move up his shaft, as he pushes into her mouth. He moans loudly as it begins to spurt out, that first hot, gooey jet shooting onto the back of her throat. His cock spasms as he thrusts again, and another squirt of cum emerges. Another grind, and more cum. As he feels his orgasm begin to subside, he ricks against her mouth, the cum dripping from the tip, oozing out onto her tongue. Feeling him tense, she readies herself. waiting for the first drops.