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H oliday L etter
Dear Readers,
Greetings from the Rock!
When I decided to take a year off af-
ter graduating from high school - to
travel across Canada - I thought that
the logical place to start would be
Newfoundland & Labrador. Now,
most Canadians (‘foreigners’, as some
Islanders still call them) think that
Newfoundland is just a big, bare, fish-
stinky outcropping in the middle of
the ocean, but it’s actually a lot more
than that. The island has forests, lakes,
and mountains, and moose, caribou,
and other wildlife.
The scenery is spectacular, and the
people are really friendly (most of the
time I could actually understand what
they were saying). I didn’t have time
to go to Labrador, unfortunately, but
I toured all over Newfoundland, visit-
ing places like Gander, Corner Brook,
and Stephenville, exploring quaint lit-
tle fishing villages and outports, kay-
aking around giant icebergs, and do-
ing some whale and bird-watching.
I finished off my stay in Canada’s
most recent province by climbing Sig-
nal Hill, and then poking around St.
John’s, the capital. I stayed in a youth
hostel on the waterfront, in a tiny, two-
bed room. Initially, I had the room all
to myself, but on my last night on the
Rock, when I was sawing logs like a
good little Canadian beaver, I was
suddenly awakened by the sound
of the door clicking open, and I saw
a girl and guy stumble into the room.
I was lying on my back, watching
through half-open eyelids, pretending
to be asleep, as they lurched up against
the foot of the other bed. I could see
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them clearly, what with the light com-
ing in through the door they’d ne-
glected to close, and the moonlight
through the flimsy curtains. I could
smell them even better - Screech, one
hundred proofs.
“Time to explore the Emerald Isle,
Brenda, me lassie,” the guy said,
grabbing the girl’s humungous tits
from behind and squeezing them.
“Jesus, mate!” Brenda blurted. “I told
you I’m English!” Then she moaned
softly as her boyfriend kneaded her
big boobs, rolled her nipples. “That’s
the way, Rodney.”
“Robert,” he said, before spinning her
around in his arms so that she was
facing him. He pushed the thin straps
of her party dress off her shoulders,
and her naked titties gleamed huge
and heavy-looking in the dim light,
her nipples swollen obscenely.
Brenda threw her arms around Rob-
ert’s neck and mashed her lips against
his. They kissed and groped each oth-
er, right in front of me, Robert run-
ning his busy hands all over Brenda’s
voluptuous body, squeezing her big,
round butt, her hands on his butt.
Then Brenda slid her tongue in be-
tween Robert’s lips and they started
Frenching, slapping their tongues to-
gether and swapping spit like there
was no tomorrow.
They frenched for what seemed
forever, as I peeped at them in
stunned amazement, and then Bren-
da told Robert to stick out his tongue,
which he immediately did, and she
closed her lips over top of it and began
sucking up and down on its slippery
length, like she was sucking a cock.