”“Thank you.”The Mintabie Hotel (and pub and campground and laundromat) proved to be a low, sand-colored block. When he went to the desk to regi...ter a cheery woman said: “Oh, Mr. Hollister! Inspector Timmons bin askin’ for you. He’ll be back by one fer lunch.”Sam thanked her, went to his room, and then to the pub, the Goanna Grill, which was populated by a bartender and several old opal miners, one of whom was feeding a pokie.“Does he ever win?” Sam asked.“‘Bout once a week. I think he only. How? Doing what?” momentarily forgetting all about my embarrassment. I know, I know, so like a guy wanting to hear about two girls making out but remember I knew NOTHING about real sex and hoped Beth might throw a few beams of light on the darkness. When I showed curiosity instead of lridicule or condemnation she began to relax, even seeming eager to share with someone about it. She began“You know. Like kissing each other’s necks, touching our tongues when kissing…"As my mind wrapped itself. How can she?” wailed Lara.“You, my girl, are shortly going to find out,” promised Miss Valdi.“Posture Number 3.”Renata now knelt erect, placing her hands on top of her head, shoulders well back. “Note,” said Miss Valdi, flicking one of Renata’s nipples, “that this girl is sticking her tits well out. That is correct. You will do so also.”Kirsten had begun to sob.“Posture Number 4.”Renata lay on her back, drew up her thighs, parted them, then thrust up her cunt provocatively.“Stoppppp.... Without further suggestion Dana pulled down and took off her leggings and sat on the picnic table. I could see what was going on so I stood up and got out of the way. Dana positioned herself right where I was sittting and Kat immediately put her head between Dana’s legs and went to work. The pleasure, for both, was immediate. Dana almost fell back onto the table and Kat rose a little to position herself onto Dana’s pussy. Kat set both her knees on the picnic table seat, with her elbows on the.