Two days ago he’d taken some things his mother had put in storage after she’d moved in with his brother and partially furnished the place. It was ...retty sparse, a kitchen set, a sofa, a couple of chairs, and two floor lamps, but it was a start.He drove over with a load of clothes and assorted necessities; a set of pots and pans, alarm clock, toiletries, etc. Pulling into the complex, he looked around, he couldn’t help but think it was a high class housing project. Unlike Donna’s place, this was. This time he wouldn't be denied, and he struggled into position. Tara sensed that her choice was to reject him entirely or let him do it. She let him do it. But as he moved in, she grabbed his cock and rubbed it back and forth over her vulva, getting her clitoris. But Cyrus could tell his cock wasn't going the right way, and in exasperation he grabbed it from her and lined it up where it really went and shoved. As usual, it felt nice to Tara -- nicer than usual, in fact. Pleasure built, but. He spent a lot of his free time at home online exploring his "interests." For as long as he could remember, he had been absorbed by fantasies in many kink circles, long before he ever knew that those circles existed. He had spent a lot of time trying to hide those thoughts, or by distracting himself with more generic porn, until finally he grew to accept that it was okay to have more varied interests than most admitted.After at last accepting that he enjoyed spankings, humiliation, and bdsm, he. " And a cuppa. More than one."I gathered our stuff and we walked to the car and drove back to Cobar. There was a cafe with several utes in front, so I parked and we went in. After greeting everyone, we sat, ordered a genuine Australian breakfast (lamb chops, toast, eggs sunnyside up, marmalade or Vegemite, tea or coffee), and Rachel went to wash. It was tea for her and coffee for me. Neither of us would touch the Vegemite."Campin'?" one of the blokes asked."Sorta," I responded. "Sleepin' rough.