We stand there awkwardly and still as though we are bound by an invisible web. I brake my bond first inching towards you. I remove your red baseball c...ap and cast it carelessly aside. My hands shake as I begin undoing the buttons of your plaid shirt. I fumble, finding it difficult to clasp the small white plastic in my fingers. After the third button you takeover, finishing the job I had started. You let your flannel shirt fall off your arms, revealing your toned torso. You place your hands on. My hands were all over her tits. “Take your time sweetie” she whispered in her husky cougar voice.Carol kept stroking my dick while running her left hand under my shirt, rubbing my stomach then touching my nipples, then back to my balls. She leaned over and kissed and licked the head of my cock a few times. Her spit ran down the shaft and lubricated her hand. Her grip was firm and deliberate. Each and every stroke was calculated. She was doing things to my cock and balls that I didn’t. So I hopped into the car and drove. At first I was just driving across country roads but when I passed the “Autobahn” sign I felt like I needed to test it.After about an hour I had to take a leak, so I stopped at the next rest stop. The area was inside a forest so the whole theme was rather gloomy. There were trucks parking at the left side and the restroom cottage was in the center. When I approached it I realized they had the urinals in a separate room. Even though it looked and smelled. On the next thrust, I pushed harder, and buried my cock to the hilt. The doctor’s mouth dropped open in a silent scream and her eyes pinched closed when my balls settled against her. Her hands grasped the edges of the table and trembled with strain. A loud yelp finally escaped her when I pulled back to thrust again.I kept it slow because I was relishing her expression and the way her muscles tensed every time I stuffed her pussy full. It took her a few thrusts to lift her head, watch me vanish.