The roof. Luckily, there is a large, tin covered section that isn't oozing with tar. So, four stories above the not-so-busy street, I setup my binocul...rs, cooler and thick towels. When I checked the roof door, it was locked and the doorstop was nowhere to be seen. I leaned over the walled-in edge and watched the people so far below. It wasn't long before I saw a lean, muscular guy wearing just a small swimsuit who seemed my type. As he approached, I hollered down louder and louder. I took off. After a few minutes toying with her she couldn't take anymore and told me she wanted my cock deep inside her. She straddled my legs and lowered herself down and she guided my throbbing hard cock into her wet pussy. Slowly she eased herself down onto me until my entire shaft was deep inside her. She let out a loud moan of pleasure and began grinding her pussy back and forth on my cock. I nibbled and sucked at her nipples as she rode up and down on me. My cock was throbbing so hard and my balls. “That slashed T-shirt the singer was wearing. Oh my god, didn’t she look incredible?” “I’m afraid that is a one-off and not for sale,” came an American accent behind me. “But thank you, I’m glad you liked it.” I gasped. The singer was standing there, smiling at me. She had changed into a clean, dry, plain top, but otherwise looked fresh from stage, still glowing, flushed and even sexier close up. I blustered and flustered and said something about how great she had been. She looked me in the eye. ”“So, you let your wife be with other men?” Robyn asked with a tone of disbelief in her voice.Dave laughed, “Oh, that leading question is rife with mistakes and moral judgments at the same time. First, I don’t have a wife; I have WIVES – four of them to be precise. Second, they are not my possessions, so I don’t ‘LET’ them do anything; they do anything they please. Third, they are just as apt to be with other women as with the other men in the Circle, especially since we have an imbalance in.