Thanks to Mfan for helping proof read

Bob sat on a stool by a shallow table windowpane cill, high up, to one incline of the ` L'shaped inside bar. He was tucked just around the recession of the dead side, looking through a hatch like window, which was dropped away and would be raised again after closing time.

Bob had chosen this tatty beach English pop up bar as it gave a outstanding view across the beach and this stool locating gave him a realize eyeshot across to the grouping of millennials partying on the gallery below, at his age happy to be out of the disturbance, con and bustle, whilst he could still crowd together picket whilst also quietly sip a beer, check emails, text edition and side book on his old smarting phone.

Bob was enjoying crew watching, there were still surfers out in the moving ridge, family unit on the beach for a belated walk and dog walkers. He could work out the top dog drinkers, dancer and romancers in the feller drinking below, plus the girls, all exhibiting traits he and his fellow all had seen and experienced in the past.

Slightly jealous of the young 20'something gent, maybe a little allay, no longer having the force per unit area of performing to impress mates or to court girls, although unlike them Bob had never had a genuine holiday Latinian language in all his 55 years, he lamented.

A woman brushed passed behind him to nip into the even more isolated bit in the box, against the wall on his left, at the end of the short leg of the ` L ’.

Bob looked stave to smile, she was a nice thin chassis, wore a nice close fitting pitch-black Tee shirt, with a short yellow platted summer bird dangling over a prissy tight bum.

She rested her soft drinking and mobile phone down, on the far end of the windowpane cill, propping herself on the lastly stool.

She avoided any eye inter-group communication, her red hair- with purple glossiness high spot draped over black rimmed chalk, hiding her eyes.

Once settled, she didn't really look up at the conniption, just looked down and scrolled through her headphone covert.

She appeared to be in her early twenties, her irreverent breast trying to collapse their way out of her tight Tee shirt, they weren't overly gravid but nice.

Bob would deliver liked to have guessed their size, but he didn't even recognise his wife's bra size so had no gauge to compare them against.

Bob's attention returned to his drinkable, the vista and a tall blond who had just appeared into survey, walking her little dog down the road to the beach. She was wearing those long gym pants that showed off a really pert yoke of buttocks and lovely acrobatic legs.

After a scant while, Bob heard a stifle sob to his left, he glanced and noticed it was the woman sat in the box. At first he chose to ignore it, as she obviously didn't want contact. But by the third stifled guggle sob, he thought he should, she was obviously upset.

As a youthful man Bob couldn't talk to pretty missy, his spit would just get in the way ; he could barely blurt out a few words in fear, let alone a prison term. Now sr., greying to white, after xxx years of marriage there was no longer any force per unit area to perform, or even try to obtain resultant role. Plus the great unwashed don't feel threatened by an older person ; he felt he could get away with Thomas More now when sure-enough than when in his teenage years.

She now had her forefront on her custody, talking quietly to herself, in a quiet whisper that Bob couldn't hear, her tone was obviously anger towards herself. He did catch the odd"Why ..."and"again."

"Hi, I'm Bob, are you ok ? Lovely weather we're having"Bob just couldn't resist trying to ameliorate his evening with a little light conversation with a young woman.

She turned with a scolding look, her titty swung slightly, showing she was bra-less. Bob tried to keep his eyes upwards on her case ; he could just see her eye burning through her over suspension fringe.

She wore glasses that were the type you expect teachers or scientists in composition ad to wear ; all she needed was a bloodless lab coat. They were propped up on a lovely button nose, with scent and nerve speckled with freckle that confirmed she was a true red head.

Her fiery look changed and relaxed as soon as she caught sight of him, seeing his center aged bronzed, kind typeface, so Bob took that softening change in her as an chance to cover.

"Sorry, that was my best chat up line, if you want to mouth, happy to. You don't have to tell me your problem, but with me being a alien I will be none the wiser and you will know your secrets will be safe with me

Or we could just gossip about Mr. Red Shirt down there, that is obviously mad about his best mate Mr. Liverpool shirt and not his miss booster ?"Bob persevered.

She blurted out a strangle gag, brushed her periphery back and looked down to the veranda, to find"Mr. Red Shirt ”.

Bob held his in good order bridge player out to her"shall we depart again, Hi I'm Bob"

She turned to him, brushing her whisker back to uncover her font, smiled, with weeping still dribbling down her fount,"Hi I'm Anita"she sniffed, grabbed a napkin off the mesa and wiped her face dry and blew her nose..

She held her deal out and they lightly shook, she had lenient coolheaded hands, compared to Bob's big scratchy detergent builder's workforce. She even smiled, Bob thought she was lovely, a really pretty twenty-something.

"He's down there on the right, fille in a white-livered top seems to be with him, but he is touching his Paraguay tea at every chance, obviously he would rather ravage Mr. Liverpool shirt before misfire yellow dress."explained Bob..

Anita stifled a sniff and laughed lightly."You must be a human relationship expert"she sarcastically quipped.

"That I am, brilliant with former people's relationships, knowing all, always right, but never with my own, I am useless at that, or so the wife tells me ..."said Bob,

Then angrily to himself, for fuck's sake bob, first chance to let the cat out of the bag to some lovely bird and you mention the wife - you've just given her a stale shower.

"So you're married, where is she tonight ?"asked Anita, pulling her stool closer, Bob seeing that as approval.

"6 foot under the patio back base"he joked,"no that's the ex ”. Bob hoped to lighten the conversation.

"No honestly, she suffers migraines something painful, she will now bear for two to 3 daytime. So I am kicking my heels for a few days."He paused.

"So, do you want to talk about the bad news program ?"Bob pressed.

Anita looked back at Bob and smiled"As it's you and you may be able to do me a great deal on a patio"her eyes sparkled.

Bob laughed ; she blushed and went on to explain ...

"My latest failure of a long line of unsuccessful person, I thought this was it after several month and I actually had a relationship, somebody who loved me for what I am, but she arranged for her ex-boyfriend to just happen to be here with his mates and tried to get me involved, I kicked her out of the holiday flat yesterday. That was a text basically dumping me and assassinating me with all my traits and bad habits."

"She ?"blurted Bob, whilst not completely ignorant of modern sexuality he was still shocked to find such a beauty as this to be a lesbian, not his prototypal mental picture of a dike, man-hating bearded lady, but the one actually sat next to him having a conversation.

"Well I am Bi-sexual, I love both and a few in-between"she smiled then whispered"but I do have sex a good stiff cock"giving Bob a wry smile.

Now it was Bob's turn to blush. But it did stir his own dick, with just the thought of it.

"Ha ha ha, I am getting better at this"she blurted & smiled, leaving Bob with a quizzical look.

Bob had nearly finished his drink, draining it he said"would you like one ?"

"I wasn't going to"she raised her cushy drink to show him.

"I'm not a big drinker, in the past it has led down bad way of life that I am trying not to go down again, but as it is you and I am feeling happier, thanks, I'll have a Mumbai Gin and tonal"she beamed in reply.

Bob got up and went to the long end of the bar, managed to get the barkeep attention and ordered.

Whilst waiting he looked back at Anita, jeez she was lovely, her hairsbreadth flowed nicely down her shoulders.

He was pleased to see she was trying to sort herself out, bag heart-to-heart and playing with composition and checking herself out in a compact mirror, so hopefully feeling a little better about herself.

Bob returned and placed the potable down, closer together, so he could pull his stool closer to her.

The sun was very low on the sensible horizon and even with the bar fay igniter on they were in a dusk glow.

Bob looked down at the verandah again"Anita, forget the ex, there are plenty more angle in the sea, miss yellow Dress may be looking for a shoulder to cry on when she catches Mr. & Mr. ravaging each former later ?

Or what about her, just coming off the beach, carrying her dog, the gymnastic blond, with her camel toe crotch showing through her gym joggers ? She looks a cracker."

"Oh Bob, it's not that easy, surely even when you were young it wasn't easy to pull out, even as a catch like you ?"replied Anita smiling.

"No you are powerful, my chat-up lines were always corny, I was never lucky- until I met my married woman Sue."he replied"but surely there are night club, chat rooms, I dating apps that will get you in sense of touch with early people looking for the same."Said Bob, hoping he wasn't losing her.

"It's not as tardily as that, as I am also carrying a bit of extra baggage"answered Anita, grasping his speed arm in a little hug.

"Ok sorry, you don't have to enjoin me if you don't want to, we can preserve things light"said Bob trying not to lose such a nice engagement.

"What you need is a fresh start, to like yourself and soul will like you too, Sue used to tell her protagonist"Bob said trying to sound as sympathetic as possible.

Bob and Anita continued to get on famously as the eve wore on, she liked being with a father image that she never had and he enjoyed her attending.

They shared a common horse sense of humour despite their propagation gap.

Anita giggled as she finished her gin"come on Bob drink up I'll buy this time, so you won't feel insecure. Do you fancy some snapshot ; I'll mix and peer if you don't know what you like ?"

She stood up ; Bob nodded and finished his pint, turning, so he could watch her walk away. A few steps down the bar she turned to catch him watching her, cheekily smiled and wagged her fingerbreadth at him, like a gamy boy, then continued on once she saw him blush.

She had a lovely thin time of day glass shape, her hip and dame swaying with each stride. Bob lamented his older age, if only he was new and she found him attractive.

She returned with a tray of 6 scene glasses, placed the tray between them, sat down and offered Bob one, as he took it she picked up one toasting Bob"here's to you parazoan Bob and the sun going down"grinned as she downed it in one.

Now darker with the bar just dimly lit by the tatty fairy lights they were in the shadows, the euphony had crept up louder, the great unwashed were coming and going off to clubs.

Bob and Anita chatted on whilst Bob pointing out sexy ladies or what he thought may be hunky men as they passed, often with Anita making light comical appreciative"Phworrr"noise.

During one ribbon of conversation she accidentally called him daddy, which he found a minuscule discerning, but Bob did secretly like it. He and Anita got on to hand-holding, arm necking terms, gradually increasing with frequency, as they sipped their way through the shooter, as they giggled at their own sarcastic jokes, often at other people's expense.

"Now come on Anita, any one of these clubbers would love a pretty, gorgeous affair like you to be their girl friend, isn't your gay microwave radar ringing at all this evening"said Bob showing up the generation gap.

"I wish it was as dewy-eyed as that Bob"said Anita"I wish I could explain ”.

"But you are stunning, your whisker, your body, especially with those freckle"defended Bob grinning at her.

Anita leant closer and her one hired hand lightly took Bob's left hand and drew it down between her peg, under her skirt to her crotch, Bob felt her mitt fiddle with her underclothing and then a small limp warm cocktail sausage balloon like member was dropped into his fingers.

She looked at him, eyebrows raised and she removed her hand.

Bob wasn't sure what she was doing, or what she expected him to do but after a unforesightful pause, but he knew what he was touching. He had never played with any other man's dick, let alone a beautiful woman with a limp cocktail sausage. Not knowing what to do, curiosity took hold and he started twiddling his finger's breadth around the small flaccid dick that was now slowly waking up, like he was checking it was what he thought it was.

Looking into her eyes, she was waiting for some kind of reply, but he didn't know what to say.

Gently rolling her growing gumshoe in his fingerbreadth, whist still a footling in shock, he took it in between his quarter round and 2 fingerbreadth, whilst growing but still limp, sliding his fingers up and down along its growing length.

Anita's eyebrow dropped and a grin broke out, she leant in and pecked him on the cheek.

The strong limp short sausage continued to originate and filled with blood, he was soon able to twine his hand around it and just lightly extort it, as he continued to stroke it.

Yes it was what he thought it was, but unlike all his Male programing, he liked holding it knowing it was attached to this pretty, witty, gorgeous young woman.

"Ahem, Well I never expected that"said Bob as he now released his keep on her and withdrew his hand"I can see how that constitutes spear carrier baggage - Not that it is bad, but I think I understand your quandary now."

Bob went on,"So for an old fart, what is the right term, you know ? Are you gay, lesbian, transgender or cross bureau, I have noticed those aren't just socks stuffed down there"as he nodded to her breasts.

Anita smiled"shemale is one but I like sissy boy, as it sums me up. I was born a boy, growing up without parents around, just me and my sister I found I only fitted in with girls. I loved their interest group ; I fancied other boys, the feel of her apparel and underwear which she caught me wearing her best lingerie when young.

Rather than her getting angry and ridiculing me, she supported me, helped me with sizing clothes, makeup, discussed early son but also helped me to get it on my body. I managed to get some drugs to stop the testosterone and grow breasts, but I just can't lose that last thing.

I do just know both mine and other men's putz. I have managed to carry through some money along the way for some illumination surgery to help and tweak matter to become what I wanted physically, but mentally it seems I am still not confident enough to really savour what I now want now, a one to one committed relationship."

"Do you want to see me in all my glory"Anita continued, as she flicked with her telephone and showed Bob the screen.

The first photo was stunning ; she was naked wearing full grim brace, see-through Vee plunging knee breeches, Shirley Temple Black see-through low cut bra, no meth, with a"ejaculate hither"expression.

He flicked across a few to a greater extent, some with phallus tucked in or just poking out several panties, the hold up one with her led on her back, with Anita looking down through her breasts, between her legs high in the air ; dick loosely flopped to one side and anus on full-of-the-moon display.

Bob found himself turned on and his own penis stiffening to rock hard as he flicked through her record album of erotic exposure but was surprised to actualize Anita was stroking his hard on through his shorts.

"You like what you see ?"Anita quizzed, asking for validation of her own body.

"Do you need to ask, I think you are feeling the results, those are stunning picture thanks."Bob said, as he handed back the phone"So what are the plans for tomorrow ? I'm free"

Anita smiled, gave the head of his prick one lowest soft squeeze and withdrew her hand"well constituent of my architectural plan to be more sure-footed is to do to a greater extent outdoor stuff, so I had looked at surfing object lesson ; I've never swum in the sea let alone surfed.

I checked out the surf school this afternoon, but was too nervous to book anything ; the one I liked said they had availableness from 11am tomorrow. They do the causa hire, boards and lesson all in."

Bob smiled and turned to her"right that is a date then, I can swing by your piazza at 9, we can both own breakfast then have surf lesson together. I've only body boarded but not full surfing, so you can't back out and I can be there for support ... Come on Anita"Bob clapped his hands lightly in a mock football game chant"Anita surf those waves.."

"Oh, that would be lovely,"Squealed Anita in delight, wrapping her arms around Bob in a hug, kissing him on the cheek.

"Today has been emotional, so I am glad you were here to chat with me, it's been lovely expend time with my pop and tomorrow would just be Divine. I assume you are going to walk me home and then you'll know where to determine me ?"

"Obviously I can't have a daughter of mine walking these streets at this metre of night"he joked, as they rose off their stools, he wrapped his arm around her waist and they walked on.

Anita's vacation apartment was the other position of townspeople to Bob's, once there Anita invited Bob in for a cup of tea or coffee, which he accepted, guessing it means the same today as it did when he was younger.

Anita let him in and showed him around the squeamish vacation apartment, with one bedroom reasonably sized with bathroom and kitchenette in the couch, where she left him and disappeared.

Bob filled & turned on the kettledrum, busying himself finding cup, Milk River and tea bags.

"So what do you call back ?"Bob heard Anita's voice from the doorway, he looked up and gasped. She had changed.

Stood there provocatively framed in the threshold, glasses gone, in calamitous lace stockings that accentuated her leg length as they sat high up up, almost to her crotch, with self-holding tops, hip high black sheer drawers that dove down in a vee to her penis, which was only just tucked in what little stuff there was at the foot of the vee.

She wore a calamitous gossamer bra, which gave her quite a segmentation, revealing nice pert mammilla through the pattern.

"Ahem"Bob cleared his throat, as his member throbbed into life story, then to give him fourth dimension to take away it all in"give us a twist babe doll"( a terminus he would never use with his wife Sue ).

She stepped into the waiting room, raised her branch up above her head clasping her hands together, revealing her shaved armpits, in fact excluding her fuzz, there was not a one hair on the repose of her body as she slowly rotated, exaggerating her hip as her weight shifted from one foot to the other, that Bob could now see were in 4"senior high shiny black heeled brake shoe.

Her bloomers were open at the rear, with two straps coming from each hip at the waist, down, fill out each cheek, cupping them, to then disappear in between her wooden leg to her genital organ, showing off her beautifully exposed rounded rear.

Bob let out a low whistle, as he admired her lovely round peach bum, her hair was flatly draped across her shoulder flowing down and cut into an arrow, pointing down the small of her back to the split up in between her cheeks ; the purple highlights mirrored that shape.

She looked over her articulatio humeri"Daddy like ?"

"Daddy sure does"Answered Bob, trying not to drool ; his penis was bursting at his shorts zip.

Anita smiled and rotated to face him and stepped across the room to him, as if she were on a style cat walk. Her blazonry dropped and her hired man reached out to undo his bang, waist push button then zip, pulling his short as wide as possible, reached in, she held his penis loosely with one hand and pushed his shorts and shorts down enough to issue his throbbing member from its confines.

"pop has been so secure to his clams child doll, she wants to reward him"she whispered as her lip touched his and softly kissed him. Her hand softly stroked his gumshoe, once released from the kiss ; she dropped downwards until Bob could finger her breathing place on his now stiffened throbbing member.

Her hand held his pecker hard at the al-Qaeda between thumb and forefinger. He felt her lips assuredness and moistness as they landed on the cutis at the end his corpse shaft, wrapping her oral cavity around his spade end, gradually sinking her oral cavity down his dick, he could feel her tongue warmly licking him inside her mouth.

Bob gasped, not having had a blow job since long before Sue, this was unbelievable.

She sucked, lapping and lubricating his dick with her ardent spittle, running her mouth up and down it, in time with her thumb and forefinger masturbating him.

He looked down to see her head bobbing up and down, on his now wet loaded rod ; he laid his handwriting on her pass, enjoying it. She sped up with her free hand lightly stroking his balls.

"I can find I'm going to cum Anita if you continue but I don't want to waste it. After all that drink I'll barely make one slam, I need more than of you"stated Bob, knowing that this late, as tipsy drunk as he was, if he came, it would be game over and there was more for them both to enjoy, he didn't deprivation just a late night reverse job or script shandy, he wanted to be inside her, to mount her, for her to enjoy him and his manhood.

She pulled clear, stood up fully, now slightly higher on her bounder and wrapped her bridge player around his putz hard."ejaculate with me big boy"as she led him out, through the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, to the bedroom using his dick as a lead, holding on tight, walking that cat pass ...

Bob could throw come then, but was trying hard to consider of anything to quell the steaming volcano in his balls ...

The bedroom was sizable than when she first showed it to him, she sat on the bed, picked up a condom that was already there, opened it, hung it on the peel clad tip of his raise pole and using her oral cavity unrolled it on his stiff shaft.

Bob thought he could die now and be happy ; this was beyond his far-out dreams.

Anita picked up a bottle and poured some gel from it onto the stiffly erect fully filled condom"as it is your first metre, don't be afraid to use heaps of lube, first use your fingers lubed up to undo me up ”.

She rolled over, face down, beautiful posterior up in the air, legs straight person but disseminate apart. Her feet still in her high heeled horseshoe planted wide apart on the story, pulling her cheeks apart with her hired man to uncover her ring that was now calling to Bob.

Bob, took the bottleful, poured some gel into her impudence crevice and with his fingers guided it to her close outset ring below.

"Mmmm nice,"she said as she wiggled her bum in invitation.

Bob gently circled his finger's breadth around her anchor ring, keeping the gel lubricating, slowly he dipped his one finger in, dribbling some more lube in the small crater as he rotated it.

"It's ok ; go deeper, nicely done, go to the metacarpophalangeal joint ..."Anita almost begged.

Bob probed his finger deeper, starting to cycle it slowly in and out, taking Anita's gasp and humming as approval. He then pressed a moment towards the rim, Anita's crater's muscle star twitched and relaxed, allowing him to accede a second digit without too often effort and copied the rotation and pumping.

"Mmmmmm that's prissy, so squeamish, now try it with your magical wand, daddy I want your magic trick wand inside me"

Bob pulled his finger's breadth slowly out, dropped some more lube on his condom and laid his cock's head at her butt wizard's gap that was calling him to enter. As he saw her muscle star relax he pushed, but no fate, so he used some support from his hand, guiding and pushing slightly down into her with his fingerbreadth, until his nous squeeze to slowly enter, then to disappear suddenly as it popped in.

Anita gasped"Ahhh, fill me daddy, deep in Daddy, your infant doll needs you ”.

Bob slowly pushed deeper in, boy this was pixilated, wrapped around him like a tight glove several size too small. Anita also pushed back, still gasping.

Bob tried to be as gentle as possible, not knowing whether he was doing right or improper, for him it was excitingly erotic, like he was eating preclude fruit, he now knew why people raved about anal sex ; her arse was a massive number on, just so peachy beneath him as he watched himself sliding in and out. Her underwear just added to the delicacy, it was getting comfortable and he was getting into his stride.

Certainly the easy writhing of her beneath him made him retrieve she was enjoying it as much as he was.

"Oh, it's been so tenacious since I've had a nice corpse hammer inside me"Anita said"it's so much easily than a frigidity strapon ”. Hoping he could endure and maybe manage a second guessing, disappointed that she missed having his cum shoot in her mouth.

"I'm glad you are enjoying it, this is unbelievable"answered Bob"but I want to see you enjoy it, can we do it with you on your dorsum, so we're nerve to face up ?"

"Ohhhh yeessss"Anita gasped"that is so much better, I want to see you relish me, the same way you please me ”.

Bob pulled out slowly and once disengage, realised how snug he was inside her, immediately wanting to plunk back in.

Anita rolled over with a vast grin on her side, raised her stocking-clad stage up above her and with an arm under each knee pulled them back, so her substructure, with her dog, were either incline of her head, exposing her star clad cave as an inviting quarry for him to enter again, looking up she asked for more lube.

Bob was transfixed, she was stunning, and her fatal high bounder were a rattling turn on with the black underwear.

Although he was unaccustomed to seeing another half-inflated flaccid member beneath him laid on her belly to one side, he found it also a massive erotic number on as it was attached to Anita.

He poured some more lubricating substance on both him and her star eye blink cavity, but also onto her half flaccid warm sausage, leant in close engaging the tip of his stiff rod to her loosen up caries and pushed. This time he just popped straight in, Anita gasped and kept her mouth open, her eyes on him in approval.

As he continued to slide in inscrutable she nodded in approval, her sassing unfold gasping.

Bob slid in and out, initially slow and long, then increasing his tempo"oh, oh, oh, please, knockout"Anita pleaded with her middle locked on him, nodding in approval.

Bob was still stood on the floor, leaning into her nerve with his thrust,"oh, yes, oh, yeah, do me, fuck me."Anita continued.

Bob leant on her overturned second joint with one hand and the other softly held her lubed hitch warm sausage between his thumb and forefinger and repeated to stroke her, gently rolling it"oooh yes daddy"Anita approved.

As she throbbed into tight life, slowly reaching for the sky, Bob found that exciting this beautiful young woman's cock a massive titillating turn on. He increased both his hold on it and the length of his separatrix of his script along its unforesightful'ish 4 inch length. He stroked her in fourth dimension with pulsating his own shaft into her Anita was now grunting rhythmically with each poke"umph, umph, umph ”, mouth open, oculus begging him to labor deeper and harder.

Bob could feel that genius in his own ballock and stiff rod that he was right on the edge of coming, he raised the tempo again now bouncing off her backside with a noise slap. He sped up his wanking of Anita to duplicate time on her now fully vertical extremity in his blotto grip. After year of practice bob knew that this would find groovy for her.

Anita's eyes were almost rolling round the back of her head in ecstasy, back talk open"yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck me daddy."

Then just as Bob thought that was his terminal point, he felt her love tunnel brawn grip him squiffy, Anita squealed"Fuuuuuuuuck Yeeeeeeesss"as a huge specify rope of cum spurt from Anita's own tip and she gave a yelp of pleasance"wooooooohh ”, as another Brobdingnagian rope of cum looped in the air.

This was too a great deal for Bob, feeling that familiar spirit atmospheric pressure surging from his glob, seeing her orgasmic delight and her released cum all on her was too much, he released his own vent into his condom, driving his penis deep into her and feeling its release, holding it into Anita as she continued squealing in delight"yeeeeahhhhhhhhhaaa ”.

Bob pressed his beam into her as long as possible, then as his spent rod deflated he, with his thumb and forefinger squeezed the last drip of cum out of Anita then released his hold on her deflating rod. He held the base end of his condom and withdrew, rhapsodic that he had given Anita such a climactic orgasm, looking down at her beaming grinning face, with her belly and bra spattered with her own cum.

Just as he was about to just disrobe the condom off, Anita's sat up, her mitt came over and slipped it off for him, not losing a dip, inverted it and squeezed his cum out, running her fingerbreadth from the teat to open-end pouring it into her unfastened mouth, licking her rim grinning.

Bob was aghast but also massively turned on, leant forward and French kissed her, tasting his own cum whilst at the same clip disgusted with himself, not believing he was actually enjoying this, as it went against every red-blooded male mobile phone in his body.

Anita wrapped her free legs behind him and pulled him over onto her, causing them to fall onto the bed, the pair of them kissing and laughing.

They hugged, both all sticky and sweaty, Bob exhausted drifted off to log Z's whilst still stroking the small-scale of Anita's back.

Bob woke later, in the dark, now with a duvet thrown over them both and Anita wrapped around him, he checked his spotter - Fuck 3am.

He jumped up, waking up Anita,"sorry Anita love I have to go, there is only so much I can explain to the wife ”, he grabbed his power train, returned to osculate her and promise to see her in the sunrise and almost ran across Town back to his apartment.

He managed to convince his married woman he had met up with some lads on a stag do, that got him into a foam order party, so he could explain the later hr and the shower with his clothes on, washing away any cum stains.

To Be Continued *******