I was even wondering if I should gentlemanly bail out when we entered a room, bare except for rugs upon the creaking floor and naked men. The men eyed...me over cautiously but smiled to Pam. An older man stepped forward and kissed Pam on the cheeks. If we had been among a ape tribe he would have been the obvious silver back --- straight backed, confident, at one with his cock hanging from the sparse grey hair below his flat belly. Pam slid her fingers along his prick as she stepped back then. Then she saw the roundabout and she was instantly struck with what she had to do. She'd left home with a half sketched idea of how things might pan out but now seeing the roundabout she knew exactly.Quickly she ran across the road, darting between the stationary cars. As soon as she set foot on the roundabout she took out the mask, grasping it tightly she slipped it over her head and breathed deeply. The grass felt cold beneath her feet as she kicked off her shoes and stepped carefully between. With her fair complexion, I could imagine fairness of her boobs.The room was perfectly lit for a passionate sex session.She offered me a glass of red wine. I asked about her personal life. She was a doctor by profession, married. Her husband has a business in South Africa. We chat a bit while having red wine.After that, I asked her, “Should we start?”. She replied, “No, I want to relax a bit. Give me a massage.” I nodded.She went inside the bathroom and came out just in a towel. My eyes were. The more he moved his hips the more my pussy filled with wetness. My insides started tingling and my cervix started to throb. I needed this man to fuck me yet again.I felt a very slow build of what could be an explosion happening inside me. I whispered softly to him.... “fuck me again Marcus. I need you to fuck me again....” without saying a word he climbed back on top of me... I spread my legs wide for his huge perfect cock to enter me. I felt his huge head line up with the entrance to my.