But first I looked at the directory beside the phone in my room.There was a LandRover dealer here in Port Macquarie! My pamphlet read: “When a vehic...e is operated in extremely arduous conditions, a dusty, wet or muddy terrain, more frequent attention must be paid to servicing requirements.”I phoned the “Service” number. Could I bring the vehicle now and leave it overnight? Of course. I was but a few minutes away along Hastings River Drive. No right turn! I drove left to a roundabout and then to. “You eyeballed my dick you little…..little fucking witch!” he partially shouted out. But couldn’t help smiling afterwards because he had heard himself sound like a silly boy from 1st grade and while he saw me sitting there laughing. “I couldn’t help myself” I tried explaining between laughs. “Dammit..how long have you been doing that?” he asked looking me in the eyes. “Weeeell only the last hour or so” I said with a smile. “But don’t worry you don’t have to be shy. You got a nice cock” I said. “Not a car, anyway.” Jake flashed a wicked smile.The bearded guy jumped onto the bed, landing on his back, legs slightly spread.I had never seen shorts like that. They were regular blue jean shorts, faded as hell, but there was no inseam—when he lay back like that, it was like I was looking up a skirt. Only I was seeing dick, not panties.“Like a duck to water, this one,” Jake said.“Huh?” I realized I must be staring again. “Come closer, took a good look,” the bearded guy said, laughing. There. He lowers his hands and slides them through the slit of my dress. He feels over my panties, warm and moist. He kisses me tugging at my lower lip. Everything around us seems to disappear. I feel him unzip his pants, and without a word, he penetrates me in the middle of the dance floor. I lean in closer, the movement to the soft melody is minimal. I feel him in and out of me. Our moans, barely audible to each other, propel us in a voyage of pleasure. He guides our dancing towards the edge of.