Her hand went inside, her fingers probing. "I do wonder sometimes...if maybe...he'd still want to fuck me." She ran one finger down my cock, from tip ...o balls, before zipping me up again. "Do you think maybe he would?" She looked back, smiling coyly over her shoulder as she walked away. *** "Well, how do I look?"I forgot all about the party until Linda had reminded me the day before. She had put her hair up, except for a few spiraling tendrils that. .. we motored.Clearing Samo, New Ireland, we made for Put Put, a gold processing plant on Lihir Island. They were glad to replenish stores and fuel. Management took the time to show us the plant and its strip-mine. Interesting ... but no cigar. No matter how scantily the girls dressed they didn’t get one free nugget.Laues, on the east end of Manus Island was our next stop for stores. The town was big enough for a soccer/rugby dual purpose field, reminders that this was Australian territory for. I turned the lights way down, but I left the door open a little on purpose. I saw right away that Jerk Boy, whatever his faults, was a hell of a kisser. When he started touching my breasts and then he reached under my dress and started playing with me through my panties, I was burning. F.B. wasn't exaggerating when she bragged about his talents; when he got down between my legs and started licking my pussy, he was so tender and attentive, and you could tell that he was into doing it, and knew. ’ He shook his head. ‘Not beautiful in my books, no.’ Jill sat down. ‘I feel a bit shaky, somehow. I think I’ll have some more coffee. Would you like some more? And oh dear, your food must have gone cold.’ ‘That’s all right, don’t you worry about that. Here, let me pour you some.’ Jill was too busy thinking about all that had happened to object, something she would otherwise definitely have done. It was her job, and besides, she had never left anything to a man since she had had her divorce..