They had seen a lot of sugar cane growing in fields along the highway, just as there had been around Bundaberg. It was fascinating seeing all the mini...ature train lines and the rolling stock used to transport the cane to the mills. Again the sweet smell of sugar cane being processed was prevalent, which reminded them of the smells at the Bundaberg Rum Factory.As soon as the 4WD had been taken off the trailer, Dave drove them straight to the Sarina Sugar Shed. He had read about this place where. Upon closer examination it could be seen that the lock had been changed. “Shit what else can go wrong?” she exclaimed as she sat down on the stoop .wondering how long it would be before her mother got home.Sitting there it accrued to her that maybe one of the windows might be ajar and she could get in that way. Looking in the window of the living room she was shocked to see it was empty, stepping back, a letter sticking out of the mail slot caught her eye.Retrieving it revealed that it has. His uncut cock was bouncing slightly as it throbbed in front of my face and I couldn’t help thinking of the number of times I had wondered what it would be like to suck on a cock. Well now I had no choice. Moving my face forward I touched his tip with my lips and then tasted it with the tip of my tongue. He then wrapped a hand around his member and rolled back his foreskin, fully exposing his member to me. “Stop messing about and suck the fucking thing you pansy,” he barked at me. Parting my. " It sounds juicy. Let's see it," she laughed.Don pushed the pictures he had made from the video and a copy of his report in front of her. She looked at the pictures first and then read the report. Don put the transcript of the audio in front of her and she read it. Ever since she had entered the office her face was emotionless.When she put the last of the paperwork down she got a sly grin on her face and said matter-of-factly, "That dumb bastard. If he had fucked me that well we wouldn't be.