.. Dunedin to Port Chalmers. The bus is reasonably convenient ... the Hotel is the last stop before turn around and return. Every 30 minutes a bus arr...ves and departs. Just enough time for a cold one.It’s perfect for me ... I beach my Apex in front of the Hotel ... as long as I keep out of the way of the seaplane I’m fine. I stop at the Pub. I had moved out of the Hotel with the arrival of the Farr-48.“Mr. Howard?”“Yes Miss.”It works every time ... the patrons dissolve in laughter when Howard. The whole way to my house, he made little comments, until finally he asked me “Do you want to get together or not?” My brain was screaming “NO”. My heart was screaming “NO”. But my pussy was tearfully crying from the moment I sat in the passenger seat of his patrol car. I watched his arm as he drove, the veins popping out, the muscles defined. I imagined that arm, that hand touching me. I kept looking out the window, trying to think about anything else. He made some small talk, hit me with his. Mat and Mark were each cupping one of Maria’s tits, fondling the boob and rubbing Maria’s nipples, which almost instantly grew hard. Maria had swung her other leg apart, currently being held by Dave. All the guys were now reaching out to run their hands over whatever part of Maria’s body they could reach.As the guys' hands reached to all parts of her body, Maria threw her head back and moaned softly. The g-string was quickly sliding down her legs and discarded, revealing her shaved pussy.As. ‘This looks like your room.’ ‘It was, but now it’s ours.’ ‘I want my own room,’ Kate proclaimed stubbornly. ‘My own little free zone.’ ‘That’s impossible,’ Scott said apologetically. ‘How so? This house must have a dozen bedrooms at least.’ ‘It does, but I’m afraid they’re not inhabitable at the moment.’ ‘Why not?’ He walked across the hall to the adjacent room and opened the door. ‘See for yourself if you don’t trust me,’ he said as he stepped away. She peeked inside at the complete mess.