I could tell you some fun stories about hanging out on the farm but that isn’t what I really want to share with you guys. On the drive up to the far...m, I spent a night at a cheap hotel and what happened in the hotel pool is something that I thought you might be interested in.I left my place (about an hour and a half north of Sydney on the coast) a little later than I expected so instead of driving right though I thought I’d spend the night somewhere on the way up. I picked a hotel near the beach. She was skinny, small tits, but there was something about her that made her hot. I had jerked off thinking about her many, many times. She asked again and then one more time. I finally answered, "Maybe a few times." Oh really? And what did you do? Did you touch yourself when you thought of me? Did you play with yourself, hmmm?" She was enjoying this. She liked to watch me squirm."Fine, ok? Fine...I played with myself. I thought about you a few times and played with my dick, ok? Happy now?". Carla had a nice two bedroom house she had bought when her ex-husband had divorced her after he came home to find her in bed with another woman. They hadn't had any children so it wasn't a nasty divorce and he was still one of her closest friends after the split. After showering and getting themselves ready for the night, they ordered a taxi for nine pm and headed to the Village to pull some girls. Carla was the same as Siobhan, a predominantly dominant girl, not quite as butch as her but not. We won’t be inviting any friends in here.?Veronica wanted to scream in frustration. Her new husband’s reasonable responses only served to increase her ire. ?The stupid thing doesn’t even tell the right time,? she snarled.He shrugged. ?Not in the usual sense of telling time, but it is a clock of sorts. I’ll show you.? He tugged on one of the carved male figures on the front of the clock and it popped away from the woman that it was screwing from behind. His motion was casual; he knew exactly.