I got back into the Range Rover and got back onto the highway. In the back of my head I heard a voice say: “You are a worthy father of the Carpet Py...hon.” I actually felt less hungry.I thought of stopping to see the Goonoo Forest, one of the most-recently established preserves. But I decided to forge ahead and it was only a bit after 14:00 when I got to Dubbo and located the Castlereagh. They had rooms and I took one. I decided to walk down Macquarie Street and get a snack somewhere.(Macquarie. Do a popscicle on a lump of her shit not quite expelled from her dark anal chute. "Suck on that aromatic thing," she grunted..."enjoy something that most men never experience...a kind of filthy chore that can only be dreamed of. Let that unforgettable stinking flavor and aroma fill your mouth as you clean it." What a filthy bastardo you are!" Clean it and swallow the juice...the filthy and obscene juice..." Oh good bastardo...now eat my shit...all of it and swallow...ummmmmmm...enjoy the. Such as you may. I shall await you." This is proving more interesting than I hoped.I went to the car and retrieved my earlier outfit. John offered to carry the pile of clothing, which surprised me. I declined, with thanks. He led me to a room, with a half bath across the hallway. I did some perfunctory washing, concentrating on removing the make up. None was better than too much. I redid some eye liner and a slight touch of lip color.The room, my room it seemed, was frilly in a preteen style.. Anita came one day in the bar. She lives in the next building. In was friday night. She ordered red wine and asked if I am new here. I said I started to work here last week. She is 38 years old, little fat and has a very mature, little kinky face and personality. She seemed very interested and sympathetic to me. We had very good eye contact. I was little shy about sex so I was kind of wishing someone mature for the first time. Anita got it very fast and seemed like she was looking for some very.