"Now, if everyone will look this way, I'll explain the details of ourroute."As the instructions were given, George stood rigidly at Pamela's side,acut...ly conscious of the awkwardness of his situation. Instead oflistening, he allowed his mind to picture the scene when his balaclavawas removed. How these people would laugh to discover a man all dressedin pink! He was hardly even aware when the questions ended, andfollowed dumbly as Pamela led the way back to their machines.He had enough presence. She held on. The rogue cock was too ancient to lose at such a game. It suddenly wilted to half its size, as though it had just discharged, and slipped out of her grasp. Then it came back to full mast and attacked her pussy from the front, with double the vehemence. Viola gasped, as the thrust from the cock carried her off in the air, and tossed her into a heap of leaves, that was mercifully enough cushioning for the ten foot high fall the cock visited on her. She moaned, as a deluge of female. His cum was inside me. My dreams came true finally. He was proud, the cherry-popper said "That was hell of sex."I replied with a question "Can we start to second time?"He wasn't ready for the second time, he couldn't tell but it was read on his attitude. He was watching my fresh fucked and cum filled asshole while I was walking."Look! Cum oozing to the floor!" "No worries, I want to enjoy the moment."We got into the shower, I treated he like a champion. I washed my victorious fucker's cock and. “I like your new car, Uncle Mike!” Said Sarah, and she slid into the big welcoming leather seat. Uncle Mike was looking at her tanned thigh exposed from her short skirt as she’d stepped up. “Oh, this old thing? Well, it does a job!” He walked round to the driver’s side and climbed in. They began the drive back through the Cotswold countryside. “Have you been away on holiday, Sarah?” Asked Uncle Mike, looking again at the alluring tan on her shapely legs. Sarah looked down.“No, just been doing a.