The room smelleddank and reeked of sex. My old male clothes scattered on the floor. Mygroggy eyes look up at the ceiling. My heavy eyes drooped lower ...ndlower. The last thing I see are my huge breasts moving up and down as mybreathing slows. I fitfully fell asleep on the beat up old couch.I was awoken by a strange shadow over me some time later. I rubbed myeyes. I remembered that these same fingers were in my pussy just a fewhours ago. As my eyes slowly came into view, I saw my girlfriend. ” Jan smiled to himself.“Of course I will.” Jan saw how his wife lit up.After being handed the mobile phone, Jan took a moment to compose himself before hitting redial. He wanted to make sure that he would come off in as proper and polite of a way that he possibly could, which was quite important whenever one called a black man, especially when you did so on behalf of your wife. Jan recalled the article he had read in Cuck Magazine when he was younger on how to be the most polite when calling a. We'd eaten in the kitchen, so she knew all about that.I took her downstairs and showed her two more bedrooms and another bathroom, as well as a living room and laundry. There also is a kitchen downstairs, so it serves as a second apartment, or just more facilities. She was impressed.We came up the back stairs and she looked out of the back door. "Oh, you have a hot tub? I love hot tubs," she giggled."Yeah, I sit in it all the time, watch the planes go over to land at DIA. It's cool to sit out. Largely beef cattle, but a few dozen sheep for the kitchen." "Small?" "About 30,000 acres." "Will you live there?" "I doubt it. I'm working on a postgraduate degree in entomology. I suppose I'll try for a post with the CSIRO." "Gordy's part-time at the Australian Museum," Diana added."I was interested in this area – because of Banjo – and Diana mentioned she was from here." "You read much poetry?" "Probably not as much as I ought." "I was never able to keep track what it was about. Rum-tum-tum,.