Charlie was standing at the doorway to the office, talking to a bloke who looked like he knew how to work."G'day." G'day," said the unidentified man.C...harlie introduced us — sort of. "Hi Weena, hi Gordy. This fella's from Undewya an' is interested in some cattle."The man chuckled. "Hello. Actually it's Undoolya. It's about 30 kilometers east of here. Name's Jed" Right. I've heard of it," I said.He nodded. "Undoolya Station's the oldest working cattle station in the Territory and the buildings. No woman had ever sucked his dick the way Jennifer was sucking him now. Her mouth felt so soft as she took his swollen head in. And her tongue was doing things to his swollen dickhead and the underside of his dick as she sucked, that very few women ever did.Fred threw the covers off them and gazed down at the scene before him. Lying on her side, one leg raised and bent, Jennifer was slowly working her head up and down on his throbbing dick. He watched in amazement, as her lips opened each time. .. her sucking me while I continued to finger fuck her. It was getting dark when we got there, so before I pulled into the driveway we somehow had enough energy for a final fuck with her sitting in my lap. After that day we saw each other maybe 15 or 20 times over the next couple of years. On several occasions she would drive up to my college, get a motel room, and we would fuck and suck the entire weekend. If we ran into any of my college friends I would introduce her as my aunt. Each. This last observation was of little significance to me during my early visits to the city of Erewhon, which in those days was a magical place in which a train ride towards playing fields and swings and zoos and museums was the chief attraction. But as the years went by, these statues that were at first barely glimpsed became increasingly centre-stage. The idea of what a woman might be became steadily more important to me and the mysteriously austere and classical vision of nudity represented.