Well, that was the theory and, after a quick and simple passage through immigration (which turned out to be one bored and overweight woman behind a ri...kety desk) I was inside the good old USA.A driver from the clinic was waiting patiently for us and as we were lead out to the car, I could tell that this was a well oiled and practised machine. Clearly they were used to handling wanted criminals though most, I suspected, were here for a change of face and identity rather than for the operation. When our guests were leaving, his wife n son left. He stayed behind with my husband. Playing pool down stairs, I decide let me join the boys. My husband seemed tired he said he was calling it a night... David said me too see you tomorrow. When i walked dave to the back & he said...ill be sittin on yiur front porch. My fron has big trees covering... My husband showered we went to bed, had routine sex eith him and whrn heard the drunken snore I knew he was fast asleep i went down stairs in a robe. I could smell a cologne that made my pussy pulse. “You told me to come see you when you moved here,” that intoxicating voice answered and I knew immediately who it was. I opened the door fully and smiled as he took in the sight of my partial nakedness. My massive dd tits standing perkily in my baggy tshirt, and my slender, toned legs. Long and elegant. “Why, if it isn’t Mr. Texas,” I muttered turning around and walking towards my bed. I heard the door shut and the clunks of his boots as he. Hanging Rock. It has interested me and captivated me forever. A young Indian girl, in love with two men, forced to choose only one. She climbed to the top of the large rock and flung herself into the rocky river below. Death rather than choosing.Sometimes, when I come here, I make the decision to climb the rock and contemplate throwing myself free, like she did. Or just taking in the view from the staggering height. Other times, I decide that I would rather risk being crushed by falling rocks.