Thinking as I strolled back, I’d spent too much time in the Rover, the Rainbow, the Beechcraft. This walking was good for me. It was getting toward ...dusk. I’d go by Yass tomorrow. I thought of Banjo. I still had his books from decades ago. There were verses of his I could recall: The daylight is dying /Away in the west, /The wild birds are flying /In silence to rest; /In leafage and frondage /Where shadows are deep, /They pass to its bondage — /The kingdom of sleep. /And watched in their. " I explained while grabbing my brother's balls and playing with them. He screamed in delight again. He was making 'oh my god this feels good' faces the whole time so I know I was doing something right. My brother finally cum all over my hand after a few minutes. He stood there for a minute to get his composure back. I cleaned off my hands and was walking towards the door. "Thanks sis. That felt so good." Jeff said while watching me walk out the shower door. "Your welcome.. At one point she whispered in my ear that she was chilly then draped her raincoat over her lap and leaned close to me her dark wavy hair brushing my cheek, enveloping me with the scent of shampoo and perfume. I felt her hand alight gently on my arm and slide down to cover mine, squeezing gently as she tugged it under her coat onto a smooth thigh. Keeping her hand over mine she very slowly began to direct our hands in a sensuous exploration of her inner thigh from the curve of her knee slowly. She hated this city and this cesspool just happened to be in the worst part of it. Looking around the room she saw people drinking. Drinking to forget, drinking to feel strong or beautiful or just drinking to be so drunk that they reach that point where nothing but the buzzing in their head is all they hear. She felt sorry for them. She looked around at the walls with it faded pictures of past glories and past stars that once frequent the establishment. She saw past owners shacking hands with.