She was a tough business woman and had not had time for romance in her busy life of contractors and blind companies and mad customers, in a hurry. "So... why had his voice almost flipped my sexual switch when he called," she kept asking herself as she drove down the last leg of the drive to his house through the beautiful fall countryside. She remembered the conversation well from last Friday. She had answered the phone and his deep and resonant voice had her clit standing at attention almost. So we got home and she immediately started to get undressed so I closed the blinds and curtains. She was pulling her pants down and she was wearing no underwear. I started rubbing at her tot and she was moaning I loved the feel of her pussy warm, tight and it was always so wet. She started to pull my pants down and began sucking on my hard,thick,long cock this was awesome it was like having my own sex slave whenever I wanted. She wanted me to put my weiner in her tot so I told her that it would. Back at the “village,” where the tourists used the services and were given snacks (including some bush fruits), Eddy spoke with him.“You saw that tiger.”“Yes, but he wasn’t interested in us.”“You saw both the frog and the carpet python.”“Yes.”“What are you?” Sam was a bit surprised.“I am Bunjil. My father is a Carpet Python.”“I am honored.”“I am still learning. But Bunjil sees everything in detail.”The next day Sam accompanied a fishing party. Two days later he was asked to “come ‘long” on a. “Yeah, I’ve actually seen him checking you out a few times in the last week or so. In truth, I think you just remind him of a younger version of your mom when you’re wearing your girly clothes.” I grinned and nodded in agreement. What Brad didn’t know, though, was that his dear old dad had been paying me a few nightly visits over the past week or so, and he’d been doing a lot more than just checking me out once he did sneak into my room. And if I had it my way, Brad would never find out,.