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You know what is good about being old ? You don't have to concern about what hoi polloi think of you. After nearly thirty years of marriage there isn't that pressure to perform, or even try to imprint or prevail resultant role from new relationships.

This trust of his age had brought Bob to this tinny fussy beach face pop up bar, plus it gave a outstanding view across the beach. He had chosen a quiet stool post to sit alone senior high school up at a shoal table window cill, on the short position of the ` L'shaped inside bar. This view included the groups of millennials partying on the veranda below. So whilst up out of the racket, hustle and bustle he could still herd sentry, soaking up their atmosphere whilst also quietly sip a beer, curb email, texts and Face book posts on his old smart sound.

Bob was quietly enjoying himself. There were still surfers out in the waves, crime syndicate on the beach for a belatedly walk and dog Zimmer frame. He could go out the top dog drinkers, musician, dancers and romancers in the laddie drinking below, plus the young lady, all exhibiting traits he and his mates all had seen and experienced in the past.

Slightly jealous of the young 20'something lads, maybe a little free, no longer having the pressures of performing to move mate or to court girls, although unlike them Bob had never had a material holiday love story in all his 55 years, he lamented.

A woman brushed passed behind him to gouge into the even more isolated spot in the corner, against the rampart on his left field. Bob looked one shot to smile. She was a nice thin habitus, wore a decent close fitting Black T-shirt, with a short yellow platted summer bird hanging over a nice tight bum.

She rested her soft drink and mobile sound down on the far end of the window cill, propping herself on the terminal dejection. She avoided any eye contact, her red hair with over-embellished colour highlights draped over black-rimmed eyeglasses, hiding her centre. Once settled, she didn't really front up at the conniption, just looked down and scrolled through her phone screen.

She appeared to be in her early twenties, her pert white meat not overly vauntingly but nice, trying to explode their way out of her tight T-shirt. Bob would sustain liked to have guessed their size of it, but he didn't even have it away his wife's bra size, so had no gauge to liken them against.

Bob's attention returned to his drunkenness, the view and a marvelous blond who had just appeared into view, walking her little dog down the route to the beach. She was wearing those recollective gym pant that showed off a irreverent duet of buttocks and lovely athletic legs.

After a short spell, Bob heard a asphyxiate sob to his left. He glanced across to affirm it was the woman sat in the corner. At first he ignored it, as she obviously didn't want liaison. But by the third stifled belch sob, he thought he should ; she was obviously upset.

She now had her forefront in her hands, murmuring to herself, in a pipe down whisper that Bob couldn't hear. Her tone was anger towards herself. He caught 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 lilliputian light conversation with a young charwoman and hopefully improve hers.

As a new man Bob couldn't talk to pretty lady friend, his tongue would just get in the way ; he could barely blurt out a few words in fear, let alone a wide-cut sentence. Now at his age he just had to think and Holy Writ just tumbled out.

She turned with a scolding look, her breasts swung slightly, showing she was bra-less. Bob tried to proceed his eyes upwards on her aspect ; he could just see her eyes burning through her over hanging fringe.

Her methamphetamine hydrochloride that were the type you expect teachers or blank lab coat wearing scientists in physical composition adverts to wear out. They were propped up on a lovely button nose, with intrude and brass speckled with freckles that confirmed she was a genuine red head.

Anita was used to being pestered and usually she enjoyed the attention, although tonight was the exception as she wanted to be left alone. But she was also used to living in the moment, taking what was in front of her as she didn't have any real long-term ally. So she was used to adapting to new friendly relationship, just like switching television receiver distribution channel, to chase the future relationship fix, no matter how shoal or superfluous.

Her temperament changed and relaxed as soon as she caught sight of him, Bob seemed that perfect condom non-threatening channel surf to pause on and see if the program was deserving watching.

Bob interpreted that softening in her glare as an opportunity to go along."Sorry, that was my best chat up line, if you want to blab out, glad to. You don't have to tell me your trouble, but with me being a stranger I will be none the wiser and you will sleep together your enigma will be safe with me. Or we could just gossip about Mr. Red Shirt down there, that is obviously mad about his beneficial mate Mr. Liverpool shirt and not his little girl friend ?"Bob persevered.

She blurted out a muffle laugh, brushed her fringe back and looked down to the veranda, trying to get"Mr. Red Shirt ”.

Bob held his right hired hand out to her"shall we set off again, Hi I'm Bob"

She turned to him, brushing her fuzz back to uncover her boldness, smiled, with tears still dribbling down her case,"Hi I'm Anita"she sniffed, grabbed a napkin off the table and wiped her face dry and blew her nose..

She held her hand out, and they lightly shook. She had delicate cool script compared to Bob's big bumpy detergent builder's custody. She even smiled Bob thought she was a lovely moderately twenty-something.

"He's down there on the right with a girl in a yellow top seems to be with him, but he is touching his mate at every chance. Obviously he would rather harry Mr. Liverpool shirt before Miss yellow dress."explained Bob.

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

"That I am, brilliant with former people's family relationship, 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, world-class prospect to talk to some lovely bird and you mention the married woman - you've just given her a cold shower ’.

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

"6 foot under the patio back home, no that's the ex."Bob joked, hoping to lighten the conversation.

"No honestly, she can meet from terribly migraines that often keeping her bed ridden suffering for two to three days. So I am kicking my heels on my own for a few days."He paused.

"So, do you want to sing about your bad news show ?"Bob pressed.

Anita looked back at Bob and smiled"As it's you and you may be capable to do me a deal on a terrace"her center sparkled.

Bob laughed and she blushed and explained ...

"My latest loser of a longsighted line of failures, I thought this was it after respective month and for once I had a human relationship, individual who loved me for what I am, but she arranged for her ex-boyfriend to just go on to be here with his fellow and tried to get me call for, I kicked her out of the vacation flat yesterday. That was a text dumping me and assassinating me with all my traits and bad habits."

"She ?"blurted Bob"oh, dark ”, whilst not completely unknowledgeable of innovative sexuality he was still shocked to find such a beauty as this to be a Lesbian. Not his archetypical picture of a butch, man-hating bearded lady, but the one actually sat next to him having a conversation.

"wellspring, I am Bi-sexual, I love both sex and a few mediate,"she smiled, wondering if she could tantalise the player in Bob out into the open, to queer any hidden desires and possibly change the course of the eventide, she then whispered,"but I do love a expert stiff cock,"giving Bob a wry smile.

Now it was Bob's turn of events to blush, although after a lifetime of mixing with extrovert bikers, this comment wasn't untoward nor out of character for some of his friends. But it stirred his own dick, with just the thought of it.

"Ha ha, I am getting better at this"she blurted & smiled with a quizzical facial expression, leaving Bob not exactly sure if she had joked or not.

Bob had nearly finished his swallow, drained it and lifted the empty chicken feed to offer"would you like one ?"

"I wasn't going to"she raised her soft potable to read him."I'm not a big toper, in the past it has led down bad itinerary that I am trying not to go down again, but as it is you and I am feeling happier, thanks, I'll have a Bombay gin and tonic"she beamed in reply.

Bob got up and went to the long end of the bar, got the barkeep's tending and ordered. Whilst waiting he looked back at Anita, jeez she was lovely, her hair's-breadth flowed nicely down her shoulders. He was delight to see she was trying to classify herself out, purse open and playing with physical composition and checking herself out in a stocky mirror, so hopefully she was feeling a petty good about herself.

Anita thought she would stay and talk, Bob wasn't the first splice man to engage with her. She could hold off and see how tenacious it would be before he tried to grope her in the quoin or advise a knee joint trembler in the car parking area. It was her best alternative for entertainment at the moment.

Although he was nice and being sweet to her, with a genuine interest in her, her comment on liking unwavering prick hadn't change his tacking of conversation, nor had he turned into a creepy, groping maniac, so she decided to stay on this picky pleasant channel surfed TV station.

Bob returned and placed the drinks down, unaired together, so he could pluck his faecal matter closer to her. The sun was very low on the horizon and even with the bar fag Inner Light on, they were in a twilight glow.

Bob looked down at the veranda again"Anita, forget the ex, there are plenty more fish in the sea, miss Yellow clothes may look for a shoulder to cry on when she catches Mr. & Mr. ravaging each other later ? What the athletic blonde just coming off the beach, the one carrying her dog ? She looks a cracker."

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

"No you are powerful, my chat-up strain were always corny, I was never lucky- until I met my wife Sue."he replied"but surely there are night club, chat room, singles dating apps that will get you in touch modality with other citizenry looking for the same."Said Bob, hoping he wasn't losing her by showing the coevals gap.

"It's not as easy as that, as I am also carrying a bit of extra luggage"answered Anita, grasping his amphetamine arm in a legal brief hug.

"Ok sorry, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, we can keep affair clear,"said Bob, trying not to lose such a nice engagement.

"What you need is a refreshing starting to like yourself, and someone will like you too, that is what Sue used to tell her Quaker,"Bob said, trying to sound as good-hearted as possible.

Bob and Anita continued to get on famously as the evening wore on, their conversation covering a wide range of subject. She enjoyed being with a father figure that she never had, and he enjoyed her attending. They shared a common sentiency of bodily fluid despite the multiplication gap.

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

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

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

She returned with a tray of 6 shot spectacles, 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 Sponge Bob and the sun going down"grinned as she downed it in one.

Now darker with the bar just dimly lit by the cheap queen lights they were in the shadows, the euphony had crept up louder, people 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 risible appreciative"Phworrr"interference, leaving them both chuckling.

During one yarn of conversation she accidentally called him pappa, which he found a slight discerning, but Bob did secretly like it. He and Anita got on to hand-holding, arm hugging condition, gradually increasing with frequency, as they sipped their way through the shots, as they giggled at their own sarcastic jokes, often at other hoi polloi's expense.

"Now come on Anita, anyone of these clubbers would know a pretty, gorgeous affair like you to be their lady friend, isn't your gay radar ringing at all this even"said Bob showing up the contemporaries gap.

"I wish it was as simple as that Bob,"said Anita"I wish I could explain ”.

"But you are stunning, your hair, your torso, especially with those freckles,"defended Bob grinning at her.

Anita couldn't believe her luck he really was so genuinely honest, he really was just talking to her for conversation. There was no groping or insinuation ; he was open about his desire for his wife. It was sweet how he tried to hearten her up by playing Amor with her now being single. His patriarchal care and conversation made her feel the void of that relationship she never had. Strangely, she wanted to share her hole-and-corner with him, to gain his approval and paternal support.

Anita leaned closer and her one hired hand lightly took Bob's left handwriting and drew it down between her leg, under her skirt to her genitals, Bob felt her manus fiddle with her underwear and then a small hitch warm cocktail sausage like extremity dropped into his finger.

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

Bob wasn't sure what she was doing, or what she expected him to do, but he knew what he was touching. He had never played with any other man's cock, let alone a beautiful woman with a hitch cocktail sausage. Not knowing what to do, wonder took hold, and he started twiddling his finger 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 pecker in his fingers, whist still a little in shock, he took it in between his quarter round and 2 finger, whilst growing but still limp, sliding his finger's breadth up and down along its growing length.

Anita's eyebrows dropped, and a smile broke out. She leaned in and pecked him on the cheek.

The ardent limp short sausage continued to originate and take with blood. He could soon undulate his hand around it and just lightly twinge it, as he continued to stroke it.

Yes, it was what he thought it was, but unlike all his male programming, he enjoyed holding it, knowing it was attached to this pretty, witty, gorgeous young woman.

"hem, Well I never expected that"said Bob as he now released his detainment on her and withdrew his hand"I can see how that constitutes extra baggage - Not that it is bad, but I think I understand your dilemma now."

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

Anita smiled"Trans cleaning woman is one but I like T-girl. I was born a boy, growing up without parents around, just me and my sister I found I only fitted in with missy. I loved their stake ; I fancied other boy, the feel of her dress and underwear, which she caught me wearing her best lingerie when young. sort of than her getting angry and ridiculing me, she supported me, helped me with sizing clothes, constitution, discussed other boys but also helped me to love my body. I got some drugs to discontinue the testosterone and grow breasts. I live my life as a cleaning lady but I just can't misplace that last thing. I do just love both mine and other men's cocks. I have managed to save some money along the way for some light surgery to avail and pluck things to turn what I wanted physically, but mentally it seems I am still not confident enough enjoy what I now want now, a one to one committed relationship."

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

The initiatory photo was stunning ; she was naked wearing full disgraceful suspenders, see-through Vee plunging knickers, pitch-dark see-through low cut bra, no looking glass, with a"come hither"look.

He flicked across a few Thomas More, some with penis tucked in or just poking out versatile step-in, the last one with her led on her back, with Anita looking down through her chest, between her legs high in the air ; dick loosely flopped to one side and anus on entire display.

Bob found himself turned on and his own penis stiffening to rock hard as he flicked through her album of titillating photo but surprised to realise Anita was stroking his hard on through his shorts.

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

"Do you need to ask, I think you are feeling the results. Those are stunning photos, thanks."Bob said, as he handed back the phone"So what are the design for tomorrow ? I'm loose"

Anita smiled, gave the header of his tool one last gentle power play and withdrew her hired man"fountainhead part of my architectural plan to be more confident is to do more outdoor stuff, so I had looked at surfing lessons ; I've never swum in the sea, let alone surfed.

I checked out the surf schoolhouse this good afternoon, but was too nervous to book anything ; the one I liked said they had availability from 11am tomorrow. They do the courting hire, boards and lessons all in."

Bob smiled and turned to her"right that is a date then, I can get around by your place at 9, we can both have breakfast then have surf deterrent example together. I've only body boarded but not full surfing, so you can't back out and I can be there for documentation ... ejaculate on Anita"Bob clapped his workforce lightly in a mock football game chant,"Anita surf those waves."

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

Anita was glad she had spent such a gracious even and now she wanted his desire and love, like all the others, just for a few hours, after all he will be gone later, back to his wife and it wouldn't mean anything except some meaningless fun.

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

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

Anita's vacation flat was the other side of town to Bob's. Once there Anita invited Bob in for a cup of tea or deep brown, which he accepted, guessing it means the same today as it did when he was younger.

Bob wasn't sure why he had gone this far. He tried convincing himself that it was just for a cup of tea, but he knew if Anita put herself on a plate for him, he would take her. But he didn't know why, was his desire for some interdict yield, or just an available vessel, or to help her, restore her loss in a protective bosom, or just a recent mid spirit crisis. He just didn't know, except he did lust after her and wanted carnal knowledge of her body.

Anita let him in and showed him around the nice holiday apartment, with one chamber reasonably sized with can and kitchenette in the lounge where she left him and disappeared.

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

"So what do you recollect ?"Bob heard Anita's articulation from the doorway. He looked up and gasped. She had changed.

Stood there provocatively framed in the doorway, glasses gone, in Black person lacing stockings that accentuated her leg length as they sat high up, almost to her crotch with self-holding tops, hip high pitch-dark see-through knee pants that dove in a vee to her penis, which was only just tucked in what little material there was at the base of the vee. She wore a black sheer bra, which gave her quite a segmentation, revealing nice pert teat through the pattern.

"Ahem"Bob cleared his pharynx, as his penis throbbed into living, then to hand him metre to charter it all in"give us a twirl baby dolly"( a full term he would never use with his married woman Sue ).

She stepped into the lounge, raised her limb up above her brain clasping her hands together, revealing her shaved armpit, in fact excluding her hair, there was not a single hair on the residuum of her soundbox as she slowly rotated, exaggerating her hip as her weightiness shifted from one human foot to the other, that Bob could now see were in 4"high shiny contraband heeled shoes.

Her drawers were spread out at the ass, with two straps coming from each hip at the waist, down, round each cheek, cupping them, to disappear in between her pegleg to her private parts, showing off her beautifully exposed rounded rear.

Bob let out a low whistle, She looked over her articulatio humeri"Daddy the likes of ?"

"pappa sure does"Answered Bob, trying not to drool ; his member was bursting at his short zip.

Anita smiled and rotated to face him and stepped across the way to him, as if she were on a fashion cat walk. Her weaponry dropped and her hands reached out to untie his whang, waist button then zip, pulling his shorts as wide as possible, reached in, she held his penis loosely with one bridge player and pushed his shorts and short circuit down enough to publish his throbbing member from its confines.

"Daddy has been so commodity to his sugar sister wench, she wants to reward him"she whispered as her lips touched his and softly kissed him. Her hired hand softly stroked his tool, once released from the osculation ; she dropped downwards until Bob felt her breath on his now stiffened, throbbing member.

Bob looked down and watched her put her paw on his shaft hard at the understructure. He felt her sass, cool and damp as they landed on the pelt at the end of his clay dig, wrapping her rima oris around his nigra end, gradually sinking her mouthpiece down his shaft, he could finger her tongue warmly licking him inside her rima oris.

Bob gasped, not having had a puff job since long before Sue. This was unbelievable. He watched and felt her suck, lap and lubricate his dick with her warm saliva, running her rima oris up and down it, in time with her thumb and forefinger masturbating him. He watched her caput bobbing up and down on his now wet stiff rod ; he laid his hired man on her top dog, enjoying it. She sped up with her free hand, lightly stroking his balls.

Feeling the comrade twinge in his balls and shaft, he needed to monish her."I can palpate I'm going to cum Anita if you continue, but I don't want to neutralize it. After all that drink I'll barely make one shot, I want to have more of you"stated Bob, knowing that at this former hour, as tipsy rummy as he was, if he came, it would be secret plan over and there was Sir Thomas More for them both to enjoy, he didn't lack just a of late night blow job or hand shandygaff, he wanted to be inside her, to ride her, for her to enjoy him and his manhood.

She pulled illuminate, stood up fully, now slightly higher on her hound, and wrapped her hand around his prick hard."cum with me big boy"as she led him out, through the hall, to the sleeping accommodation using his dick as a lead, holding on tight, walking that cat walking ...

Bob could bear come then, but was trying hard to call back of anything to appease the steaming volcano in his chunk ...

The bedroom was tidier 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 set up terminal and using her mouth unrolled it on his cadaver shaft.

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

Anita picked up a bottleful and poured some gel from it onto the stiffly erect fully filled safety"as it is your world-class time, don't be afraid to use tons of lube, first use your fingers lubed up to undo me up ”.

She rolled over, face down, beautiful bum up in the air, legs heterosexual person but spread apart. Her feet still in her high-heeled shoes planted broad apart on the level, pulling her cheeks apart with her hands to expose her halo that was now calling to Bob. Bob took the bottle, poured some gel into her impudence crevice and with his digit guided it to her tight starting line ring below.

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

Bob gently circled his finger around her ring, dribbling some more lube in the little crater. Slowly, he dipped his one finger in.

"It's ok to go deeper, nice ..."Anita almost begged.

Bob probed his digit deeper, starting to cycle it slowly in and out, taking Anita's pant and humming as approval. He then pressed a second base towards the rim, Anita's volcanic crater's muscular tissue star twitched and relaxed, allowing him to enter a second digit without too much movement and copied the rotation and pumping.

"Mmmmmm that's nice, so nice, now try it with your magic wand, daddy I want your magic scepter inside me"

Bob pulled his fingers slowly out, dropped some more lube on his condom and laid his cock's question at her aim star's opening that was calling him to enter. As he saw her muscular tissue star topology relax he pushed, but no luck, so he used some support from his hand, guiding and pushing slightly down into her with his finger's breadth, until his head squeezed, entering slowly, then to go away as it popped in.

Anita gasped,"Ahhh, fill me daddy, profoundly in Daddy, your baby bird needs you ”.

Bob slowly pushed deeper in. Boy, this was sloshed, wrapped around him like a besotted glove various sizes too modest. Anita also pushed back, still gasping.

Bob tried to be as gentle as possible, not knowing whether he was doing right or wrongfulness, for him it was excitingly titillating, it was interdict yield. He now knew why people raved about anal retentive sex ; her can was a massive number on, just so peachy beneath him as he watched himself sliding in and out. Her underwear just added to the fragility. It was getting easier, and he was getting into his stride.

The docile writhing of her beneath him made him call up she was enjoying it as much as he was.

"Oh, it's been so long since I've had a nice stiff putz inside me"Anita said"it's so much skillful than a cold strap-on ”. Hoping he could shoemaker's last and maybe manage a second shot, it disappointed her not having him cum 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 back, so we're look to face ?"

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

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

Anita rolled over with a huge grin on her case, removed her bra to unloose her bouncing pert breasts, led on her back, raised her stocking-clad legs up above her and with an arm under each knee joint pulled them back, so her metrical unit, with her heel, were either position of her read/write head, exposing her star clad cave as an inviting target for him to enter again, looking up she asked for more lube.

It transfixed Bob, she was stunning, and her contraband highschool heels were a real go on with the black underwear.

Although he was unaccustomed to seeing another half-inflated flaccid appendage beneath him lying on her belly to one side, he also found it a massive erotic turn on, being attached to Anita.

He poured some more lubricating substance on both him and her headliner winking cavity, but also onto her half flaccid ardent sausage, leaning in close, engaging the tip of his stiff rod to her relaxing dental caries and pushed. This time he just popped straight in, Anita gasped and kept her mouth unresolved, her eyes on him.

As he continued to slide in deeper she nodded in approval, her sassing open, gasping. Bob slid in and out, initially slow and long, then increasing his tempo"oh, oh, oh, delight, severely"Anita pleaded with her eyes locked on him.

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

Bob leaned on her upturned second joint with one hand and his other hand softly held her lubed hobble warm sausage balloon between his pollex and forefinger and repeated to stroke her, gently rolling it"oooh yes daddy"Anita approved.

It turned Bob on, exciting this beautiful young cleaning woman's cock throbbing into steady life, slowly reaching for the sky. He increased both his hold on it and the length of his stroking of his manus along its duration. He stroked her in time with pulsating his own dick into her Anita was now grunting rhythmically with each thrust"umph, umph, umph ”, mouth open, eyes begging him to drive deeper and severely inside her.

Bob could feel that hotshot in his own balls and stiff rod he was right on the boundary of coming. He raised the tempo again, now bouncing off her arse with a resounding slap. He sped up his wanking of Anita to double prison term on her now fully erect appendage in his tight grip. After years of recitation bob knew that this would feel great for her.

Anita's centre were almost rolling round the vertebral column of her headway in ecstasy, mouthpiece open"yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck me daddy."

Then just as Bob thought that was his limit, he felt her love tunnel heftiness grip him tighter, Anita squealed"Fuuuuuuuuck Yeeeeeeesss"as a huge nail down rope of cum squirt from Anita's own tip and she gave a yelp of pleasure"wooooooohh ”, as another huge forget me drug of cum looped in the air. With his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed the last drip of cum out of Anita and released his grip on her deflating rod.

This was too a lot for Bob, feeling that intimate press surging from his lump, watching her tit bounce, seeing her orgasmic joy proven by her released cum all on her stomach and knocker was too practically, he released his own volcano into her, driving his member deep into her and feeling its release and it was his go to phonate his delight"yeeeeahhhhhhhhhaaa ”.

Bob pressed his scape into her as long as possible, then as his spent rod deflated he, he held the base end of his condom and withdrew, ecstatic that he had given Anita such a climactic orgasm, looking down at her beaming, grinning face.

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

Bob was aghast but also massively turned on, leaning forward and French kissed her, tasting his own cum whilst at the like time disgusted with himself, not believing he was enjoying this, as it went against every red-blooded male cell in his trunk. Now not bothered about the value-system or the taste of cum, he lapped with his spit at her cum all over her breast and stomach, having to swallow it down.

Anita wrapped her liberate 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 slumber whilst still stroking the humble 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 watch–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 gear, returned to kiss her and promise to see her in the break of day and almost ran across townsfolk back to his apartment.

He convinced his wife he had met up with some lads on a stag do, that got him into a foam club party, so he could explicate the subsequently hour and the shower with his apparel on, washing away any cum stains.

To Be Continued *******