"Mark. Life. Choices. It's so strange how one choice, one mistake, can totally alter your world, you know?"His eyes reflexively jumped to my stomach a...d I knew that he heard something. He tried to play it off when he caught me looking but an uncomfortable weight settled between us."I like my life, mostly," I felt like I had to add. "As much as anyone does, I imagine. You'll get used to it here." I kinda hope I don't."His black eyes scanned my body and I fidgeted. For the first time in a long. I could feel the head of my cock hit the depth of her. She did not seem to be bothered or hut, but I knew i could not slam her to hard or i might hurt her. So I back out and kept my cock in the tightest area. and she loved it. She seemed ot be coming little short ones and I could feel her getting a bit dry and very tight. So I went slow closed my eyes and thought of where my cock was. The elder pussy that i was enjoying. Then it happened for me. the shot and the instant lube of the cum i shot. It was sunk about 30cm in the middle to contain the burning logs.Around the depression were six, low set, 150cm long, low set, curved and carved log seats, with backrests. One seat sat near the perimeter of the paved circle, and the other five seats and the fire pit were on the paved area.In the south-west section of the circle was a cooking area. It had two back to back, raised barbeques with two types of meshed grill tops and a large flat plate in the centre.On either side of the two. Then two. He finally made his way to her, forgetting about the wine entirely. He needed a closer look. Marta smiled again, revealing a dazzling smile.“I'm not an art piece...” she mentioned. She took his hands in hers and placed them on her hips, encouraging him to do the exploring himself. A small gasp left him. Her skin felt like warm satin as he slid them higher. He could feel the lines of her stomach muscles and the curves of her hips. He hesitates but he finally slid his hands over her.