I started touching Paul and letting him know that I was definitely up for it. We kissed and touched and talked a bit more and finally Paul suggested t...hat we go somewhere else. That was all the opening I needed. "I have a van outside," I said. Paul's eyes lit up at the suggestion and we quickly finished our drinks and headed for the door. Paul had his hand around my waist. Fair enough too. I was a bit unsteady by this time. We made our way to my van. We squeezed past the bushes down the side. There's that undercurrent of arousal of course, too... that's not hers, that's mine. Fuck knows why this shit turns me on so much, but it does. Guess its a coping mechanism? The mind's gotta do some crazy shit to deal with crazy shit, right? Feels to me like that's how things usually go. Or, hell, I don't know. Maybe that's just me. Maybe I'm the same kind of psycho sicko myself, like all those ones I see in my visions. One day I'll snap, go on a little spree of my own... naw, that thought's. One of the girls was fascinated by several — an arctid female I'd collected north of Cairns and an attacus wardi from around Darwin. I also had an arctid caterpillar, a rarity in my collection."They're beautiful!" Yes, many are. Some are drab, but Australia is rich in moth species." I showed her — and the rest of the group — my copy of Zborowski and Edwards. "It was published a few years ago by the CSIRO. It's an expensive item, but perhaps your library could get a copy." May I look at it?". "Oh by the gods, that feels good, my love," he groaned as she slowly licked him clean. "Would you like me to, ah, take care of you?" Not needed, mighty Master," she said pushing his semi-flaccid prick back into his trousers. "I can wait until tonight, but you can take care of me then," she grinned up at him."That I promise, love," he reached down and picked her up and drew her in for a kiss."Mmm," she moaned pushing him away. "You keep that up and I won't be able to wait until tonight and I.