. Ben!" Mom pulled me into the house and I'd only rang the doorbell to see her face when she opened it."I'm fine," I assured her, hoping she wouldn't ...cry because maybe I would too."Look at you!" Mom looked me up and down, taking in my new pink dress and matching pink shoes. I even had a new pink purse, and I'd made myself very pretty for her."Mr. Reiser took me shopping yesterday," I told her. "I got my hair done too. Do you like it?"I'd gotten the ends cut and had my hair straightened and then. I live too far away to call it a local but I have got to know a few people in the many months I have been going there.Several months ago I noticed a stunning woman of about 45. She was just so pretty, and had a curvy, slim figure that I just loved. Shoulder length blonde hair, large nipples that stuck out permanently which were also enhanced by the fact that she never wore a bra. I know all the men looked at her when she came into the bar and I'm pretty certain she knew they did.She always wore. Jim just lay there, looking at this vision with the red mane. She was taller than Debbie and built differently. Susan’s breasts were not quite as full as Debbie’s, but they were beautiful, sitting high on her chest and jutting proudly, the snow white flesh sprinkled with freckles and capped with bright red nipples, stiff with desire.Susan stepped to where Jim was sprawled across the bed, his long legs dangling off the edge. She kicked his feet apart and stood between them, staring down at the. “Interesting,” Sam said. He read on, noting “‘The main aquifer sand of the Great Artesian Basin is the most reliable source of water in the Marree district... ‘ It goes on to say that many of the wells have fallen into disuse.”“Yes. First the railroad came. Then the Afghan cameleers. Then the new rail line further west. The town gained and lost population,” Tessa responded.“Yes. I understand that.” Sam read further:The Marree district is typical of much of Australia – it has an arid climate,.