Favorite Blog: BUSTY ADVENTURES BUSTYADVENTURES.COM made the last train home just in time. Alighting the train, my eyes searched for an empty seat. I walked passed a few farmers probably back from an auction, some women with their laps full of parcels, and a couple of teenagers returning to Melbourne after visiting their families. I walked though to the next carriage, deserted except for a young man and an elderly gentleman. I slumped into the back seat, my overnight bag at my feet.
The heat intense, our Aussie summer in full swing, I removed the jacket I had been wearing to save carrying it. My jacket bringing back so many wonderful memories of this weekend, when you gently laid me down outside the hut, using it as a pillow for my head. Memories of how we made love over and over, sweet sex filling the air mixing with the perfume of the wild flowers.
Sitting on the train my eyes wandered outside, as I watched the Aussie bush rush past, the golden wattle shining majestically in the sun, the sounds of the kookaburra laughing at the clatter of the train over the old bush tracks. My hand reached for my jacket, and as hot as it was on the train, I brought it to face, the smell of you still lingering. Closing my eyes, I felt my body warmed as I recollected the memories of you this weekend.
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