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You know what is in force about being old ? You don't have to worry about what mass think of you. After nearly xxx years of man and wife there isn't that imperativeness to perform, or even try to impress or obtain results from new relationships.

This confidence of his age had brought Bob to this inexpensive busy beach side pop up bar, plus it gave a great view across the beach. He had chosen a tranquil stool position to sit alone high up at a shallow table window cill, on the short side of meat of the ` L'shaped inside bar. This vista included the group of millennials partying on the veranda below. So whilst up out of the noise, bustle and bustle he could still herd watch, soaking up their ambiance whilst also quietly sip a beer, check e-mail, texts and typeface Scripture posts on his old smart phone.

Bob was quietly enjoying himself. There were still surfers out in the wafture, crime syndicate on the beach for a later walk and dog Zimmer frame. He could work out the top dog imbiber, players, dancer and romancers in the lads drinking below, plus the missy, all exhibiting traits he and his mates all had seen and experienced in the past.

Slightly jealous of the young 20'something sonny boy, maybe a fiddling relieved, no longer having the press of performing to shanghai spouse or to courtroom fille, although unlike them Bob had never had a real vacation romanticism in all his 55 years, he lamented.

A woman brushed passed behind him to embrace into the even more isolated spot in the nook, against the rampart on his leftfield. Bob looked round to smile. She was a courteous lose weight build, wore a nice close fitting bleak T-shirt, with a short yellow platted summer skirt hanging over a dainty cockeyed bum.

She rested her soft swallow and mobile telephone set down on the far end of the window cill, propping herself on the last throne. She avoided any eye middleman, her red hair's-breadth with purple gloss high spot draped over black-rimmed glasses, hiding her eyes. Once settled, she didn't really look up at the scene, just looked down and scrolled through her earphone screen.

She appeared to be in her early twenty, her pert knocker not overly large but gracious, trying to burst their way out of her tight jersey. Bob would ingest liked to have guessed their size, but he didn't even have intercourse his wife's bra size, so had no calibre to compare them against.

Bob's tending returned to his drink, the view and a tall blond who had just appeared into vista, walking her little dog down the road to the beach. She was wearing those recollective gym drawers that showed off a saucy dyad of tail and lovely athletic legs.

After a short while, Bob heard a smother sob to his leftfield. He glanced across to reassert it was the woman sat in the niche. At first he ignored it, as she obviously didn't want contact. But by the third gear stifled bubble sob, he thought he should ; she was obviously upset.

She now had her promontory in her hired man, murmuring to herself, in a hushed 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 amend his evening with a small clear conversation with a young woman and hopefully improve hers.

As a unseasoned man Bob couldn't talk to pretty young lady, his tongue would just get in the way ; he could barely blurt out a few words in fear, let alone a full conviction. Now at his age he just had to think and words just tumbled out.

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

Her crank that were the type you expect instructor or clean lab coat wearing scientists in makeup adverts to assume. They were propped up on a pin-up clit nose, with nose and buttock speckled with freckles that confirmed she was a echt red head.

Anita was used to being pestered and usually she enjoyed the aid, although tonight was the exception as she wanted to be left alone. But she was also used to living in the instant, taking what was in front of her as she didn't have any material long-term friends. So she was used to adapting to new friendships, just like switching television channels, to trail the next family relationship fix, no matter how shallow or superfluous.

Her disposition changed and relaxed as soon as she caught plenty of him, Bob seemed that perfect prophylactic non-threatening channel surf to break on and see if the programme was worth watching.

Bob interpreted that softening in her glare as an opportunity to continue."Sorry, that was my C. H. Best chat up business line, if you want to talk, happy to. You don't have to secernate me your bother, but with me being a unknown I will be none the wiser and you will cognise your secret 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 girl friend ?"Bob persevered.

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

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

She turned to him, brushing her fuzz back to uncover her face, smiled, with rip still dribbling down her human face,"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 soft sang-froid hands compared to Bob's big rough in constructor's hands. She even smiled Bob thought she was a pin-up pretty 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 Ilex paraguariensis at every chance. Obviously he would rather ravage Mr. Liverpool shirt before missy yellow dress."explained Bob.

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

"That I am, brilliant with early citizenry's kinship, 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 probability 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 feces closer, Bob seeing that as approval.

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

"No honestly, she can abide from terribly hemicrania 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 require to talk about your bad news ?"Bob pressed.

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

Bob laughed and she blushed and explained ...

"My a la mode failure of a recollective cable of bankruptcy, I thought this was it after several months and for once I had a relationship, someone 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 Byzantine, I kicked her out of the holiday flat yesterday. That was a text dumping me and assassinating me with all my traits and bad habits."

"She ?"blurted Bob"oh, sorry ”, whilst not completely unwitting of modernistic sex he was still shocked to find such a beauty as this to be a lesbian. Not his archetypical image of a butch, man-hating bearded noblewoman, but the one actually sat next to him having a conversation.

"Well, I am Bi-sexual, I love both genders and a few in-between,"she smiled, wondering if she could tease the thespian in Bob out into the open, to expose any hidden desires and possibly transfer the course of the even, she then whispered,"but I do love a good stiff cock,"giving Bob a wry smile.

Now it was Bob's good turn to redden, although after a lifetime of mixing with extravert rockers, this comment wasn't untoward nor out of theatrical role for some of his Friend. But it stirred his own gumshoe, with just the thought of it.

"Ha ha, I am getting better at this"she blurted & smiled with a mocking feel, leaving Bob not exactly trusted if she had joked or not.

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

"I wasn't going to"she raised her soft boozing to usher him."I'm not a big drinker, in the past it has led down bad paths 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 refreshing"she beamed in reply.

Bob got up and went to the foresightful end of the bar, got the bartender's attention and ordered. Whilst waiting he looked back at Anita, jeez she was lovely, her fuzz flowed nicely down her shoulder. He was pleased to see she was trying to sort herself out, handbag clear and playing with makeup and checking herself out in a powder compact mirror, so hopefully she was feeling a slight better about herself.

Anita thought she would stay and talk, Bob wasn't the first married man to engross with her. She could wait and see how long it would be before he tried to grope her in the corner or paint a picture a genu quaker in the car Mungo Park. It was her best option for entertainment at the moment.

Although he was nice and being sweetly to her, with a literal sake in her, her comment on liking stiff pecker hadn't change his stable gear of conversation, nor had he turned into a creepy, groping maniac, so she decided to stay on this particular pleasant channel surfed TV station.

Bob returned and placed the potable down, close together, so he could deplume his stool closer to her. The sun was very low on the horizon and even with the bar fairy lights on, they were in a fall glow.

Bob looked down at the veranda again"Anita, blank out the ex, there are plenty more Fish in the sea, young woman Yellow clothes may look for a shoulder to cry on when she catches Mr. & Mr. ravaging each former later ? What the acrobatic blond just coming off the beach, the one carrying her dog ? She looks a cracker."

"Oh Bob, it's not that well-heeled, surely even when you were Whitney Young it wasn't slowly to pull, even as a catch like you ?"replied Anita smiling.

"No you are right, my chat-up lines were always corny, I was never lucky- until I met my wife Sue."he replied"but surely there are clubs, chat rooms, singles dating apps that will get you in touch with former people looking for the same."Said Bob, hoping he wasn't losing her by showing the genesis gap.

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

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

"What you need is a smart start to wish yourself, and someone will like you too, that is what Sue used to say her friends,"Bob said, trying to go as sympathetic as possible.

Bob and Anita continued to get on famously as the evening wore on, their conversation covering a astray grasp of matter. She enjoyed being with a Padre figure that she never had, and he enjoyed her attention. They shared a common horse sense of temper despite the generation gap.

Anita giggled as she finished her gin"come on Bob drink up I'll buy this meter, so you won't tactile property insecure. Do you project some shots ; I'll mix and compeer if you don't know what you like ?"

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

She had a lovely flimsy hour glass soma, her hip and skirt swaying with each step. Bob lamented his older age, if only he was younger and she found him attractive.

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

Now darker with the bar just dimly lit by the cheap pansy ignitor they were in the dark, the medicine had crept up louder, people were coming and going off to clubs.

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

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

"Now come on Anita, anyone of these clubbers would love a pretty, gorgeous thing like you to be their girlfriend, isn't your gay radar ringing at all this eve"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 haircloth, your body, especially with those lentigo,"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 innuendo ; he was open about his desire for his married woman. It was confection how he tried to cheer her up by playing cupid with her now being single. His patriarchal care and conversation made her feel the vanity of that relationship she never had. Strangely, she wanted to share her secret with him, to gain his approval and paternal support.

Anita leaned closer and her one hand lightly took Bob's left manus and drew it down between her legs, under her skirt to her crotch, Bob felt her helping hand violin with her underwear and then a small limp ardent cocktail sausage like fellow member dropped into his finger.

She looked at him, brow 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 peter, let alone a beautiful woman with a hobble cocktail sausage. Not knowing what to do, oddity took clasp, and he started twiddling his fingers around the diminished flaccid dick that was now slowly waking up, like he was checking it was what he thought it was.

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

Gently rolling her growing shaft in his fingers, whist still a small in daze, he took it in between his quarter round and 2 digit, whilst growing but still limp, sliding his fingers 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 warm hobble short sausage continued to grow and fulfill with bloodline. He could soon roll 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 programing, he enjoyed 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 hold on her and withdrew his hand"I can see how that constitutes supernumerary 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 the right way 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 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 girls. I loved their interests ; I fancied other boys, the feel of her clothes and underwear, which she caught me wearing her salutary intimate apparel when young. kind of than her getting wild and ridiculing me, she supported me, helped me with sizing clothes, makeup, discussed other son but also helped me to be intimate my body. I got some drugs to stop the testosterone and grow breast. I live my lifetime as a charwoman but I just can't drop off that last-place affair. I do just love both mine and early men's putz. I have managed to preserve some money along the way for some light surgery to help and tweak things to become what I wanted physically, but mentally it seems I am still not surefooted enough enjoy what I now want now, a one to one committed relationship."

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

The showtime photo was stunning ; she was naked wearing full black suspenders, sheer Vee plunging breeches, sinister gossamer low cut bra, no glasses, with a"come hither"look.

He flicked across a few Thomas More, some with member tucked in or just poking out various panty, the last one with her led on her back, with Anita looking down through her titty, between her legs senior high in the air ; dick loosely flopped to one English and anus on replete display.

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

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

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

Anita smiled, gave the heading of his cock one last subdued squeeze and withdrew her hand"wellspring office of my plan to be more confident is to do more outdoor clobber, so I had looked at surfing lessons ; I've never swum in the sea, let alone surfed.

I checked out the surf schools this afternoon, but was too nervous to rule book anything ; the one I liked said they had availability from 11am tomorrow. They do the suit hire, control panel and lessons all in."

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

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

Anita was glad she had spent such a courteous evening and now she wanted his desire and love, like all the others, just for a few time of day, after all he will be gone later, back to his married woman and it wouldn't mean value anything except some meaningless fun.

"Today has been emotional, so I am gladiola you were here to jaw with me, it's been lovely spending prison term with my daddy and tomorrow would just be inspired. I assume you are going to take the air me habitation and then you'll know where to find me ?"

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

Anita's holiday apartment was the other side of town to Bob's. Once there Anita invited Bob in for a cup of tea or burnt umber, which he accepted, guessing it means the Sami 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 aim her. But he didn't know why, was his desire for some disallow fruit, or just an available vessel, or to serve her, repair her personnel casualty in a protective embrace, or just a late mid aliveness crisis. He just didn't know, except he did lust after her and wanted fleshly knowledge of her body.

Anita let him in and showed him around the overnice holiday apartment, with one bedroom reasonably sized with privy and kitchenette in the lounge where she left him and disappeared.

Bob filled & turned on the tympanum, busying himself finding loving cup, milk and tea bags.

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

Stood there provocatively framed in the door, glasses gone, in black lacing stockings that accentuated her leg length as they sat in high spirits up, almost to her crotch with self-holding upside, hip in high spirits black see-through knickers that dove in a vee to her penis, which was only just tucked in what fiddling stuff there was at the base of the vee. She wore a dim see-through bra, which gave her quite a cleavage, revealing nice pert tit through the pattern.

"Ahem"Bob cleared his throat, as his phallus throbbed into living, then to apply him clip to take it all in"give us a twisting child doll"( a term he would never use with his wife Sue ).

She stepped into the lounge, raised her arms up above her school principal clasping her hands together, revealing her plane armpit, in fact excluding her tomentum, there was not a single pilus on the rest period of her physical structure as she slowly rotated, exaggerating her hip as her weight unit shifted from one foot to the other, that Bob could now see were in 4"high shiny black heeled shoes.

Her knickerbockers were open at the derriere, with two straps coming from each hip at the waistline, down, round out each brass, cupping them, to vanish in between her legs to her genital organ, showing off her beautifully exposed rounded rear.

Bob let out a low whistle, She looked over her shoulders"pop the likes of ?"

"daddy sure does"Answered Bob, trying not to slobber ; his penis was bursting at his short zip.

Anita smiled and rotated to face him and stepped across the room to him, as if she were on a way cat walking. Her arms dropped and her hands reached out to undo his belt, waist clit then zip, pulling his shortstop as all-encompassing as potential, reached in, she held his penis loosely with one hand and pushed his boxers and shorts down enough to release his throbbing member from its confines.

"Daddy has been so in effect to his scratch baby bird, she wants to honor him"she whispered as her lips touched his and softly kissed him. Her hand softly stroked his dick, 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 hand on his dick hard at the stand. He felt her sass, assuredness and dampness as they landed on the cutis at the end of his stiff shaft, wrapping her mouth around his spade end, gradually sinking her mouth down his irradiation, he could sense her clapper warmly licking him inside her lip.

Bob gasped, not having had a setback job since long before Sue. This was incredible. He watched and felt her suck, lap and lube his dick with her warm spittle, running her rima oris up and down it, in time with her ovolo and forefinger masturbating him. He watched her promontory bobbing up and down on his now wet blotto rod ; he laid his hands on her head, enjoying it. She sped up with her loose helping hand, lightly stroking his balls.

Feeling the conversant twinge in his orb and shaft, he needed to admonish her."I can experience 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 guessing, I want to suffer more of you"stated Bob, knowing that at this tardily minute, 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 want just a lately nighttime reverse job or hand shandygaff, he wanted to be inside her, to ride her, for her to enjoy him and his manhood.

She pulled clear, stood up fully, now slightly higher on her cad, and wrapped her hand around his dick hard."seed with me big boy"as she led him out, through the vestibule, to the bedroom using his dick as a lead, holding on tight, walking that cat manner of walking ...

Bob could cause come then, but was trying difficult to reckon of anything to quell the steaming volcano in his balls ...

The bedroom was tidier than when she first showed it to him ; she sat on the bed, picked up a rubber that was already there, opened it, hung it on the peel clad tip of his erect celestial pole and using her mouth unrolled it on his clay prick.

Bob thought he could die now and be felicitous ; this was beyond his perverted dreams.

Anita picked up a bottle and poured some gel from it onto the stiffly erect fully filled safe"as it is your inaugural time, don't be afraid to use circumstances of lube, first use your finger lubed up to loosen me up ”.

She rolled over, face down, beautiful buttocks up in the air, legs straight but counterpane apart. Her human foot still in her high-heeled shoes planted astray apart on the storey, pulling her buttock apart with her mitt to unwrap her annulus that was now calling to Bob. Bob took the feeding bottle, poured some gel into her buttock crevice and with his fingers guided it to her loaded get-go ring below.

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

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

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

Bob probed his finger deeper, starting to rhythm it slowly in and out, taking Anita's gasps and humming as blessing. He then pressed a minute towards the rim, Anita's crater's muscle star twitched and relaxed, allowing him to enter a back fingerbreadth without too a great deal effort and copied the rotary motion and pumping.

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

Bob pulled his finger's breadth slowly out, dropped some more lubricator on his condom and laid his cock's head at her target area star's porta that was calling him to enter. As he saw her muscle star relax he pushed, but no luck, so he used some financial support from his hand, guiding and pushing slightly down into her with his digit, until his forefront squeezed, entering slowly, then to fell as it popped in.

Anita gasped,"Ahhh, fill me daddy, mystifying in daddy, your baby doll needs you ”.

Bob slowly pushed deeper in. Boy, this was tight, wrapped around him like a tight baseball glove respective sizes too pocket-sized. Anita also pushed back, still gasping.

Bob tried to be as assuage as possible, not knowing whether he was doing right or wrong, for him it was excitingly erotic, it was forbidden fruit. He now knew why people raved about anal sex ; her arse was a massive play on, just so peachy-colored beneath him as he watched himself sliding in and out. Her underwear just added to the diplomacy. It was getting easier, and he was getting into his stride.

The gentle writhing of her beneath him made him think she was enjoying it as much as he was.

"Oh, it's been so longsighted since I've had a nice remains peter inside me"Anita said"it's so much unspoilt than a cold strap-on ”. Hoping he could last-place and maybe manage a second base shot, it disappointed her not having him cum in her mouth.

"I'm glad you are enjoying it, this is unconvincing"answered Bob"but I want to see you savour it, can we do it with you on your back, so we're nerve to front ?"

"Ohhhh yeessss"Anita gasped,"that is so a great deal better, I want to see you enjoy me, the like way you please me ”.

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

Anita rolled over with a huge smiling on her fount, removed her bra to secrete her bouncing pert titty, 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 feet, with her blackguard, were either side of her head, exposing her ace clad cave as an inviting butt for him to enter again, looking up she asked for more lube.

It transfixed Bob, she was stunning, and her melanise high heels were a real spell on with the black underwear.

Although he was unaccustomed to seeing another half-inflated flaccid phallus beneath him lying on her belly to one English, he also found it a massive titillating twist on, being attached to Anita.

He poured some more lube on both him and her superstar winking caries, but also onto her one-half flaccid warm sausage, leaning in close, engaging the tip of his stiff rod to her relaxing cavity and pushed. This time he just popped straight in, Anita gasped and kept her mouth open, her middle on him.

As he continued to skid in mysterious she nodded in favorable reception, her backtalk open, gasping. Bob slid in and out, initially slow and long, then increasing his tempo"oh, oh, oh, please, harder"Anita pleaded with her heart locked on him.

Bob was still stood on the level, leaning into her brass with his thrusts,"oh, yes, oh, yeah, do me, fuck me."Anita continued.

Bob leaned on her upset thigh with one hand and his former bridge player softly held her lubed limp ardent blimp between his thumb and forefinger and repeated to stroke her, gently rolling it"oooh yes daddy"Anita approved.

It turned Bob on, exciting this beautiful Whitney Moore Young Jr. woman's cock throbbing into steady biography, slowly reaching for the sky. He increased both his hold on it and the length of his throw of his handwriting along its length. He stroked her in time with pulsating his own dick into her Anita was now grunting rhythmically with each poking"umph, umph, umph ”, mouth clear, middle begging him to tug deeper and severely inside her.

Bob could find that adept in his own ball and stiff rod he was right on the edge of coming. He raised the tempo again, now bouncing off her rump with a reverberating slap. He sped up his wanking of Anita to double over time on her now fully put up member in his tight grip. After years of practice bob knew that this would feel great for her.

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

Then just as Bob thought that was his limitation, he felt her love tunnel muscles grip him tight, Anita squealed"Fuuuuuuuuck Yeeeeeeesss"as a vast constrict rope of cum squirt from Anita's own tip and she gave a yelping of pleasance"wooooooohh ”, as another vast rope of cum looped in the air. With his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed the last drip of cum out of Anita and released his cargo deck on her deflating rod.

This was too much for Bob, feeling that familiar insistence surging from his balls, watching her chest spring, seeing her orgasmic delight proven by her released cum all on her tummy and breasts was too much, he released his own vent into her, driving his fellow member deep into her and feeling its release and it was his turn of events to sound his delight"yeeeeahhhhhhhhhaaa ”.

Bob pressed his shaft into her as long as potential, then as his spent rod deflated he, he held the base end of his rubber 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 unclothe the prophylactic off, Anita's sat up, her hands came over and slipped it off for him, not losing a drop, inverted it and squeezed his cum out, running her digit from the nipple to open-end, pouring it into her open backtalk, licking her sass grinning.

Bob was aghast but also massively turned on, leaning forward and French kissed her, tasting his own cum whilst at the Sami clip disgusted with himself, not believing he was enjoying this, as it went against every red-blooded male electric cell in his body. Now not bothered about the ethical code or the taste of cum, he lapped with his tongue at her cum all over her breasts and breadbasket, having to get down it down.

Anita wrapped her devoid ramification behind him and pulled him over onto her, causing them to diminish 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 pocket-sized of Anita's back.

Bob woke later, in the dark, now with a continental quilt 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 geared wheel, returned to snog her and promise to see her in the morning and almost ran across township back to his apartment.

He convinced his wife he had met up with some lads on a stag do, that got him into a froth cabaret political party, so he could explain the later hour and the cascade with his dress on, washing away any cum stains.

To Be Continued *******