Maureen was at the newly-built library at Menai, which sat like a shag on a rock surrounded by scrubland and as yet was bereft of books. No phones yet...and a single lane bridge to traverse over the Woronora River called by one and all 'That Fucking Bridge Over the Woronora'. The local State and Federal Members of Parliament were all Liberal, but the State and Federal Governments were both Labor, so therefore no bridge. It will be a long, long time before Labor would be voted into those. After all, it is a very nice ass.I get a little uptight when guys start messing around with my ass. I usually don't mind until they get real serious and get their hands down inside my panties and stick a finger into my crack. It just makes me feel so dirty too. When a guy does that to me, I try to move his hand to my pussy, but some guys just have to have a tight little ass hole to play with. I whimper and beg the guy to stop and tell them I never fool around back there. It is so strange to. Okay, so I had no intention of leaving him there by himself. But even though Joey knew me better than anyone else in the world, he couldn't be sure that I wasn't seriously leaving. It was a power play, a gamble, or even a game of poker. He had tried to call my bluff, but now I was calling his.But when I spotted a pay phone that for all intents and purposes should have been my destination, I wondered if he wouldn't win this hand after all. I actually did hold all the winning cards, but would I. " he shares. I smile at his youthful enthusiasm as I recall my first trip overseas 20 years ago.> > As we walk down the plane's aisle, I select the exit row which has only 2 seats and more leg room. "Why don't you take the window seat so you can watch us land?" I suggest. "Nodding his agreement, he slides past me and I notice how firm his young body is. I find myself wishing this young man were closer to my age so we could play during the long flight to Greece. I notice he blushed as he.