The weather was incredibly hot for this time of year, it had in fact been so the last couple of years possibly signaling a change in climate. Maybe th...re really is something to this global warming thing I keep reading about, God knows all those oil wells burning in the Iraqi Desert this year aren't helping matters.Terri said her older sister Tanya was going up there anyway and had convinced her to allow us to tag along, Mark being a holdout from the beginning had finally changed his mind after. We assumed that the week-enders had gone home. In the morning we left before breakfast. We were in Nyngan by nine and stopped at Kimberly's Coffee and Cake for food. We also checked the coolant and filled up on petrol. Then we went on through Coolibah to Byrock and turned off the highway to the north-east."Have you ever read Upfield's Wings over the Diamantina?" I asked Rachel."No. Why?" He's got Coolibah in it. But he puts it in Queensland. Over a hundred klicks off. Just an author's ruse, I. They raised it up to attend to the underside and I got a look at his balls. His sack hung lower than any I'd seen, at least six inches below his groin, something no doubt caused by a stack of three thick metal rings that encircled it, stretching his sack and pulling his balls down so that the dark skin over them was pulled tight, which showed them off nicely. They looked like two ripe plums - and were about that size. I licked my lips as I stared, wondering what it would be like to lick. She was a couple of years older than us, yet I had no problems with her. She smiled at me and laughed at my jokes, yet it would be several years later before I finally understood what her posture and comments were really telling me. But by then it was too late.It was also the era of the VHS and inevitably, tapes containing imagery we never understood but were too embarrassed of potential scorn from our mates to admit to not understanding.My burgeoning panty fetish was starting to go into.