JonDLundyn Parker book 2 #1 cont
December 22nd 2006 18:50
Roscoe eased his huge frame off the bed and swung his legs on to the bare polished timber floor of the cabin. He looked over to his parter lying with her tousled hair on the satin pillow slip. Her lips were partly open showing the tips of her white perfect teeth. She was naked and the sheet covering her had dropped off her revealing her full shaped breasts that were tanned with many weeks in the sun on their voyage to Thailand on Lundyn's ketch.
After a short and furious shopping spree in Hong Kong, Roscoe and Karen had decided on a casual holiday on a small offshore island. Famous for the seafood and the calm of an oasis in the desert of commerce that is Hong Kong they had spent days idling, loving and feasting. Karen was now continueing on to The Mediteranean to work on her tan and to continue her grieving for her murdered husband. Roscoe was due back at the local pub on Lake Macquarie where he worked as a bouncer. There was also a question of disposing of the money he had stolen from a drug lord that he and his mate Lundyn had just put off the streets.
He was striding around the room in the dull light of the pre-sunrise with a piss horn that would not go down even after having relieved himself of his nights build up of urine. He put one huge hairy paw around his member and approached karen on the bed. As he kneeled next to her she slowly opened her eyes to see his form poised over her. "No, not again" she shreiked, laughing despite still being half asleep. "I am very sore and battered down there."
"No worry" beamed Roscoe, "there are plenty of other ways"
Karen took the unsubtle hint and stretching her self to loosen her muscles, grabbed Roscoe's penis in her hand and slowly started to stroke the shaft.
He in turn rubbed his open palms over her raised nipples in a circular motion.
Refuelling his Seawind amphibian on the way had given Lundyn stops in Indonesia and just recently at Gove and Weipa in Australia. The small plane had plenty of fuel for long hops but Lundyn was not in any hurry and he appreciated being able to land and take a spell from flying whenever he could.
His eyes were skimming the vast bush covered plains as they led off into a range of hills that marked the line of the East Coast of northern Australia. He squinted to focus as he saw a small flash of light on the ground followed by a puff of smoke and a burst of flame from a spinifex bush. Puzzled, he dropped the little Seawind lower to try and investigate. Then, unbelievably he saw a row of small flashes about half a kilometre apart heading straight for the line of hills. Each flash of light was similarly accompanied by a small fire. “Not an accident” he thought to himself, “some kind of controlled burning.” But the wind was blowing the fires in a straight line for the hills. In a controlled burn a station owner or manager would be looking for a long front to the fire with the wind assisting it to do its work. The explosions were set off remotely or by some timing device. His experience in The Royal Australian Navy Clearance Team had given him plenty of experience in that! Lundyn turned up the volume on his VHF radio and started to call up his next contact on the coast to report the fire.
After a short and furious shopping spree in Hong Kong, Roscoe and Karen had decided on a casual holiday on a small offshore island. Famous for the seafood and the calm of an oasis in the desert of commerce that is Hong Kong they had spent days idling, loving and feasting. Karen was now continueing on to The Mediteranean to work on her tan and to continue her grieving for her murdered husband. Roscoe was due back at the local pub on Lake Macquarie where he worked as a bouncer. There was also a question of disposing of the money he had stolen from a drug lord that he and his mate Lundyn had just put off the streets.
He was striding around the room in the dull light of the pre-sunrise with a piss horn that would not go down even after having relieved himself of his nights build up of urine. He put one huge hairy paw around his member and approached karen on the bed. As he kneeled next to her she slowly opened her eyes to see his form poised over her. "No, not again" she shreiked, laughing despite still being half asleep. "I am very sore and battered down there."
"No worry" beamed Roscoe, "there are plenty of other ways"
Karen took the unsubtle hint and stretching her self to loosen her muscles, grabbed Roscoe's penis in her hand and slowly started to stroke the shaft.
He in turn rubbed his open palms over her raised nipples in a circular motion.
Refuelling his Seawind amphibian on the way had given Lundyn stops in Indonesia and just recently at Gove and Weipa in Australia. The small plane had plenty of fuel for long hops but Lundyn was not in any hurry and he appreciated being able to land and take a spell from flying whenever he could.
His eyes were skimming the vast bush covered plains as they led off into a range of hills that marked the line of the East Coast of northern Australia. He squinted to focus as he saw a small flash of light on the ground followed by a puff of smoke and a burst of flame from a spinifex bush. Puzzled, he dropped the little Seawind lower to try and investigate. Then, unbelievably he saw a row of small flashes about half a kilometre apart heading straight for the line of hills. Each flash of light was similarly accompanied by a small fire. “Not an accident” he thought to himself, “some kind of controlled burning.” But the wind was blowing the fires in a straight line for the hills. In a controlled burn a station owner or manager would be looking for a long front to the fire with the wind assisting it to do its work. The explosions were set off remotely or by some timing device. His experience in The Royal Australian Navy Clearance Team had given him plenty of experience in that! Lundyn turned up the volume on his VHF radio and started to call up his next contact on the coast to report the fire.
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