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In the morn Bob convinced his wife he was getting out early to meet up with the"lads ”, for a surf lesson ( a example that oddly none would ready except for this one lovely Pres Young lady ... ). Thankfully, as normal for the second day of a migraine, she was still suffering, and she planned to appease in bed with drape drawn.

Bob made his way across town, all nighttime he thought of Anita and struggled with his intimate intimate identity. If someone had told him two daytime ago what he did last night, as an prototypic lusty male, he wouldn't have believed it. But he did it and surprisingly he had wanted to and loved it. She reminded him of what it was like to be young ; he also felt a hard maternal protective instinct over her. Was this his midlife crisis ? Oddly, as she had a hammer of her own, he didn't feel he was betraying his wife or cheated on her.

He arrived early at her door at 8:30am to surprise her, plus he just couldn't postponement. He knocked and after a legal brief wait he heard a squeal of joy from the inside. The room access opened with Anita's oral sex peering around it with a beaming smile, hiding her body behind the half-open door.

"Bob, I worried that you would not do back and I would be all on my own again"she said with a beaming smile"and it's great that you have come early, come in ”. Bob squeezed passed the door into the student residence. He turned to see her close the doorway, naked in the hallway, she turned and there she was in all her aura, boob pert and gumshoe hanging.

She was used to offer, barely even one-night pedestal, being bent over and rammed from behind in car commons, parks, pub booths, often nameless torso passing fleetingly. Whether just a chance meeting, as part of gang bangs, friends of friends brought over, never bothering to memorise their names, rarely even getting to sleep together them. She didn't have any semipermanent friends so she was used to living in the moment, without any regret, enjoying what was in nominal head of her at that particular meter and grasp it with both subdivision. To live for those fleeting mo of thinking someone cared, pretending to sleep together and protect her but gone in the winking of an eye.

Anita was rapturous to see Bob back this morning, Bob was different and here he was, she had spent the night missing his warmth, his smiling and aristocratical disposition, she really felt he cared. Unlike yesterday, today she can have him all day, his warm sort grimace, like the paternal begetter she never had, like her big brother and a fan.

She ran the few stairs to Bob, jumped up and wrapped herself around him with her arms and pegleg, kissing him on the mouth and cheeks.

"It's so good to see you, I thought it was too good to be true and you wouldn't come"she whispered in his ear and then she nibbled it. Although not heavy at all with her slight bod, she dropped back down onto her feet then held Bob's hand to draw him to the bath"I was about to take a shower, but now you can join me, discombobulate your stuff in the hallway ”.

He dropped his day sack with gearing in the hall as she stripped his T-shirt off over his head and promptly unmake his belt. Soon he was also au naturel and his shortstop, T-shirt and drown trunks were on the hallway storey. Both his turmoil and his member were growing as he watched her naked body's every move. Her small hitch dick wiggling almost hypnotized Bob, finding it unknown to be turned on by watching what should be taboo for a heterosexual man.

Bob walked into the toilet and ran the shower, standing light up of the initial common cold water, waiting for it to warm up. Anita jogged into perspective with tit and sausage balloon swaying, holding a condom in one script and lube in the other"we'll need these"as she put the lubricating substance onto the shower's grievous bodily harm shelf and kept the condom packet in her one hand.

She stepped up to adopt him with a immense kiss. It excited Bob to palpate her raw boob and dead body against his, even her warm relax small sausage, brushing against his body, teasing the base of his erect shaft and dangling testis. He grabbed her rigorous prat, pulling her tightly in close.

Anita's one handwriting gripped Bob's irradiation and tightly stroked it"I need you safe and surd for this cascade"she smiled wickedly. She then dropped onto one knee, looking at his erect rod, bent it down and once again she opened the safety swiftly and Anita's mouth applied it. She stood, turned to test the weewee with her manus and adjusted it slightly.

She then leaned against the shower head paries thrusting her arse backwards ; legs spread wide apart inviting Bob to enter her. Bob ran his middle finger down her spine until he reached her twinkling genius rimmed entryway, she shuddered ; he applied the gel lubricant and slid his finger in, sliding it in easier than last night

"Mmmmm oh that is squeamish, you've study quickly"whispered Anita.

He added a secondment, just lightly rotating. She was soft and quick ; seeing the water running down her hair and back, trickling either side of her hips, bum crevice and her long pegleg, was sensuous. He needed to be inside her once more and his cock was throbbing.

He slowly pulled his digit out, Anita wiggled her tooshie, enticing him, he applied some more lube to his condom wrapped potent flag pole and engaged his tip to her little lovemaking cave and when he saw her hotshot relax, he gently pushed with his hips and his pecker slipped in.

"OOoooohhhhh yeeeessss, that's it"Anita almost purred as she pushed her bum further back onto him.

His hands caught her hip, and they began slowly driving into each other and separating back, connected only by Bob's flag pole. Bob's prick was not massive, but inside her she was tight around him. She waggled her berm and bum slightly, which transferred to Bob.

Bob found by lowering slightly and driving upwards he got a slightly smoother crusade into her and her response seemed to be approval. He in this view could up the tempo, with Anita gasping"Oh, oh, oh, oh"in time with each drive, he was now starting to bound off her, with each of his cause forward being matched by her driving her ass back.

Bob reached around with one bridge player and felt her almost hard peter and wanked her. With a lifetime's experience of this, he knew his technique was goodness being rewarded by it growing in stiffness.

Anita slapped her hands on the wall"Yes, fuck your little babe doll dad, she's been bad"

"No, she's been good, daddy motive to reward her"Bob responded as he tightened his grip and tug on her now hard cock."Is that rewarding ?"

"Yes, yes, yes pop, I must be suuuuuuch a good girl, oh, oh, oh"said Anita, her vocalization revealing she was nearing climax.

Then he felt her cock pulsing and she let out a Brobdingnagian gasping"arghhhhh"as she came, he milked the tip of her shaft, squeezing the juice out of her, Bob being turned on by feeling her warm cum on his script proving he had satisfied her.

Building his own orgasm up, he looked down to see himself Irish pound into this beautiful creatures arse, feeling his lust for the fruit of this taboo and knowing she was done, he just had to release his own pressurize orgasm. Bob just drove forward onto her cheeks and released his erupting loading, holding his shaft hard in, until it began deflating to then withdraw from her.

As soon as he was out, Anita turned around and sucked her cum off his wanking hand, her face beaming. She slipped his condom off and again, running her digit along from tip to open-end, poured what cum he had into her oral fissure, holding it on her tongue, Bob grabbed her and they kissed, open-mouthed so Bob could taste both his & her cum.

Bob pushed her against the side wall, his hobble dick against hers, her breasts on his chest, both kissing and holding each former, her paw grabbing his ass pulling him into her.

Bob pulled back and got some cascade gel and applied some to Anita's hair, shoulder joint, hips and a new spirt on her prick and balls. Being out of the cascade stream, she soaped up quickly, laughing.

She reciprocated by lathering Bob up, washing his peter. She bent over for him to rinse her bum, teasing and tickling her wet relaxed ring.

Bob couldn't believe how sensuous this was as they rinsed off, grabbed towels as they switched off the shower and exited.

They dried themselves and each other, laughing, smiling. Anita stepped to near the door where the hairsbreadth drier was. She stood there naked, booby and dick swaying as she ruffled her fingers through her hair to dry it. She spellbound Bob with her beauty. She then wound her tomentum up into a bun and fixed it there.

Bob put his swim short pants back on, shorts, sandals and jersey as Anita popped in the chamber and returned in a delicate purple one-piece swimsuit, no camel toe, but no hawkshaw apparent either, she waggled her hips smiling for approval.

As soon as he had nodded and returned her smile, she slipped on a pull up short pleated orange wench and matching lily-white plunging invest type T-shirt, showing her cleavage. Bob was again mesmerised ; she looked gorgeous with her hair's-breadth up.

"I think we need breakfast short one"said Bob gathering up his day firing and sunglasses. Looking into the bedroom, Anita was gathering up a towel, shades, hat & sun cream, then waved her purse, and they walked to the door.

Just before opening the door, Anita turned bob around to Daniel Chester French osculation him lovingly"lowest candy kiss, as it won't looking at full in public for daddy and daughter to be kissing like that ”.

They found a prissy café and ordered a light breakfast. Chatting lightly in the sun then walked down the beach to regain the breaker school.

Bob couldn't believe the looks Anita was getting from people as they passed. With his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses he could see she was being appreciated by men and by the odd woman.

At the breaker school they were given cabinet to use, sized up for boards & wet case, met an instructor and signed some forms. Initially they had some instruction on the sand on the beach, then just in the shallows, gradually getting deep and great wave.

Outwardly they were just father and daughter enjoying life, laughing, chatting, but Bob was enjoying every minute of being with this beautiful fair sex that he was having sex with, whilst continuing his paternal care for her. This was his summertime romance with kinky bells and tin whistle on, but tomorrow his wife would be better and it will all hold to change.

Throughout the day Bob could see how timid and unconfident Anita was, even for mildly elementary adventures as jumping waves, then diving through bigger ones, even though she could swim well, he realised what she had previously meant, although with encouragement she got braver as the day wore on.

Anita loved being with a confident Male, definitely the sire or big brother she never had. His bearing made her confident, even when terrified, his approving look and nod and his sarcastic jape that broke the ice when she wasn't sure.

They had stopped for a few breaks with the instructor, for stop ups and revisions, who was very affected role, giving them both hints and peak, explaining how tide affect the surf and what to look for to bewitch the best waves.

They were soon in thick water, sat on boards, waiting for waves. The instructor had moved onto other classes but was monitoring them, as they had paid for a good day's letting after the initial two-hour lesson.

Bobbing on the sea together chatting, not too far from shoring, a few meter they held hands, once when floating tread watering adjacent to their boards, Anita dove under weewee and nibbled Bob's dick through his wet suit.

Finally, they were both surfed out, so they called it a day, walked back up the beach handed in their hired appurtenance, showered in the undefendable beach faucet's, Bob hoped they had changing rooms so they could ploughshare but they just had bantam cubicles. So they quickly changed and headed back to a beach bar for a beer and food.

They sat in the sun in the bar, chatting whilst eating and drinking, Bob was so proud of that Anita felt so relaxed with him and that she was getting admiring looks from male and female passersby. She was still on a high gear, talking through and repeating each little adventure, every nipper mishap, teasing Bob over his own mishaps. Bob loved listening and chirping in, laughing. She was glorious company, if only he could sustain met her 30 old age ago.

By of late afternoon, after a nice Warren Earl Burger, beer and ice ointment to end up, Anita leaned over and whispered,"If daddy is gear up, how would he care to return to the compressed to service his daughter ?"Bob was both blow out of the water and excited. They paid the bill and walked back.

Upon entering the holiday flatbed, Bob dropped his day-sack and Anita scampered to the bedroom"pop the kettle on Bob"she shouted. So Bob returned to the couch and kitchenette to fill the boiler, wondering how she would appear tonight.

He poured the tea and sat on the sofa, just as Anita appeared defenseless carrying the bottle of lubricant, he watched her walk across to him, tit and dick swaying"dada, I've been bad and I need to be spanked"she smiled..

"No Anita, we've had a wonderful day, and you have been tremendous, in fact you have been so brave today, it's been groovy fun, dada is proud of his sugar baby doll and wants to reward her"he said"but she needs to recite him how she wants her payoff ”.

She knelt down, placed the lube next to Bob and lowered herself across his lap, face down, ass brass facing upwards"I want to be spanked, so my cheeks glow ”.

Bob, was now not nearly as surprised by her requests as he would ingest been a few daylight ago, so with the flat of his hands he slapped her one cheek, which wobbled in response, then again on the other"a little harder, I want nice rosy impudence daddy ”.

So he obliged, slightly harder, trying not to hurt, but she didn't seem too bothered, so he increased the strength, giving a resounding smack upon impact, Bob again was surprised he was enjoying this ; his stopcock was rising with his blood.

Anita was now gasping at each strike, and her cheeks were reddening. Being right-handed, Bob kept the slaps up with his right hired hand whilst his left dropped and felt for her one breast, found her nipple was stiff and erect, so he tweaked it tough between his thumb and forefinger, hearing Anita gasp.

He felt a light touch on his leg, realising that Anita was growing too, he squeezed his script between her thigh and held onto her stopcock, stroking her balls with his thumb he gave a duad of tugs on her growing extremity. As he felt her stiffen, he released to return to spanking her again, to revert to teasing her shaft, alternating between the two.

He synchronized each slap with each pinch or a teasing of her nipple and she responded with a gasp but no request to stop, even with her face now glowing brightly.

He couldn't go further, he didn't want to ache her, but he knew another way to excite her, so he leaned forward and kissed each nerve whilst stroking her one nipple softly.

Then he dribbled lube directly onto her star ringed cave and watch it twitch and Anita flinch with the touch of the cold gel. Bob stroked her hotshot with his finger's breadth, teasing around it then as soon as it relaxed he inserted his finger, popping it in, then out, slowly repeatedly. Anita flexed with each insertion and gasped,"oh, oh, oh"with joy.

Bob then pushed a moment finger in, rotating the two whilst driving them in and out. He bent over and kissed her boldness, to which she responded with"Mmmmmm ”. Whilst close to her pleasance tintinnabulation, Bob felt drawn in he wanted to cross another taboo doorway before the day was out, he extended his tongue and licked her star muscle rim teasing it around his prang up finger, Anita squirmed in pleasure and exhaled an"oooooh that's lovely ”.

Then with his own dick throbbing he wanted to give her Thomas More, to satisfy her before he was, to try her groan with pleasance, he withdrew his fingerbreadth and commanded"stand up Anita ”. She raised herself up, kissing him and stood up just away from him, looking down, with Bob floor with her sausage balloon at half-mast and throbbing.

Bob thought, it's now or never. Tomorrow it could all be different and he may regret never having experienced this with this beautiful, sexy, exotic woman. The opportunity was there for him, like it or loath it he wanted to. Ignoring his heterosexual male programming, he wanted to get across this major threshold of taboo.

He grabbed her by her buttock and pulled her forwards ; he opened his mouthpiece and with his lips gathered her affectionate throb sausage into his mouthpiece, wrapped his lips around it and sucked until it filled his backtalk, his sass touching her hairless body and ball firing at the base.

Anita responded with a huge"wooowww ... just like that, oh pa, suck me"

Initially he was incertain, worried he would taste relieve oneself, but she tasted of sea Strategic Arms Limitation Talks and a little deodorant but nothing bad. He sucked her growing shaft between the roof of his mouthpiece and his tongue, sucking on it between the two, it was getting large. This strong heterosexual person taboo credit line was well and truly crossed, Bob found it turning him on, ` how could he be finding this so shake up'he thought shockingly. He was enjoying this forestall fruit.

Anita's men were on his head, stroking his hair as Bob pulled back, so her little nigger was just inside his lips and licked around it. Her hands then pulled him inwards, driving her now stiffened rod into him. He sucked and her peter hit his nauseated trigger tonsils and he gagged, coughing spittle and strangely enjoyed it.

He pulled his head back until once again only the swaged lip on the head of her turncock was in his mouthpiece, he teasingly licked and sucked at her tip, then her paw pulled him back onto her again, her cock drove to the back of his mouth, now cook for it he could curb the gag reflex.

Anita's putz was now severely, thankfully not too long, but expectant than his oral fissure the way it was hitting the spine of his throat. He didn't intellect ; he was enjoying hearing her groan and pant in pleasure. His spittle lubricating her beam, so he bobbed his own chief along her now hard shaft.

Bob gripped her buttock, remembering she had sizable lubricating substance, he pulled her cheeks apart and worked a finger's breadth around, teased the rim of her little love cave and then engaged and entered in time with a driving force of his principal to souse her footling scape into him.

Anita squealed in delight"that is sooooo fucking good Bob, suck my dick dad, suck me"as her manpower encouraged him to go down her dick trench into his mouth, whilst sucking and squeezing it with his glossa, his finger probing into her rear, the pacing of the pumping cycles/second was getting faster.

Bob was now vigorous head bobbing, so he added a second base finger to Anita's anus and that was it,"Wwwooooooowww Yeeeessss"Anita squealed as a discernment of salty juice indicated what must be pre-cum in his rima oris as her cock withdrew over his clapper and as he trapped her swaged coon end inside his lips a hot shot of cum bickering out into the back of his throat and she thrust him deep onto her cock as another spurt came out.

Anita squealed in delight"OOOooooo BBBobbbbb ”, Bob gagged with his mouth full of rooster and cum down his throat, he swallowed some salty fluid and pulled half way back still sucking, to get some pressure off his faucial tonsil, licking her now slippery hose and consecrate her hanker slow apoplexy, feeling her relax and deflate.

Anita's hands pulled him up upwards by the hair. He released his fingers from her anus and let her half limp hosepipe flop out of his lip as he stood. As soon as they were level, she plunged her spit into his mouth and kissed him passionately and hugged him hard.

"Oy Myyy GGggooodddd Bob, you give great head teacher that was just about the honest blow job ever"Anita finally confirmed"I wish I could own lasted farseeing but your digit just POW set me off. You are the honorable daddy any girl could ever have"as she returned to kissing him, enjoying tasting her own cum in his mouth.

Bob was relieved she didn't last any longer, but was at first shocked and disgusted at the tabu he had broken, felt he should be ashamed but then surprised and elated that he had sucked her cock, the one attached to this beautiful, funny soul and he had amply satisfied a highly sexually experienced erotic body.

Not just that but he had enjoyed it, he had been turned on by it ; he wanted it ; he wasn't sure whether it was her climactic orgasm or how huge a raft it was to enjoy this foreclose yield, or a mix of both. He was beyond caring ; he was euphoric.

Now his own dick was bursting at the seams and begging for satisfaction and his balls for release. Anita ‘ s workforce fought to bare him of his T-shirt and shorts, almost tearing his bagger off. Once his dick was exposed, she dropped and plunged her mouth onto it, giving it several quickly thrust before releasing it.

She stood up and once again grabbed him and led him to the bedroom with his tool, he had to do a straightaway saltation to release his understructure from his shorts without falling over,"It's meter for daughter to allow daddy his pleasure, now she is satisfied"Anita promised.

In the bedroom she immediately slipped on a safe on him, climbed onto the bed, on her human knee and script on the bed, presenting her cycle impertinence to him"ejaculate inside me again ”.

Bob almost jumped on the bed, on his human knee and brought his engorged member up to her entry and drove in. She was as mean and affectionate as he remembered, Anita squealed in pleasure and a fiddling pain.

Bob started pounding her arse grueling, his hands on her coxa, bouncing off her rear with a slap and gasp from her, she was gripping him with her muscles, making her a tighter fit as he pulled back to unsay, relaxing to ease his plunge forward.

Bob's knee slipped, dropping all his weight on her, which caused her to hang flat on the bed"Don't stop daddy, stay inside ”.

Anita was flat on the bed now, Bob led on top. She widened her legs to ease things, but Bob was loving feeling her rump boldness pressing on the tops of his thigh. Resting on her back, he put his weight on his articulatio cubiti, slid his hands under her to find her breast to stroke and fine-tune her nipples.

Raising his knee off the bed, balancing on his toes, he restarted pumping into her arse, she felt so good. This was completely different to his wife's pussy ; Anita was again tense up and relaxing her sinew in time with his thrusts.

Her capitulum turned sideways, so he could osculate her cheek and nuzzle her whisker and neck ; she was gasping with his jab and giving light squeals of pleasure as he twisted her nipples.

Bob was in carnal overload, pumping faster, hearing a cacophony of Anita's representative and skin on skin smack whilst feeling her soft physical body outside and her pulsating muscular tissue inside, he felt his balls twitch with his own orgasm rise, then his beam of light muscle twitching and he exploded into the condom again, holding the thrust and wiggling his waist into her buttocks, staying to empty his glob, holding there for a short pause then relaxed.

He withdrew and rolled onto his cover, alongside Anita, who slid sideways onto him, kissing him"you are such a entire daddy ; I am one favourable lucre doll ”.

She again removed his condom and squeezed his cum into her lip, then returned to Bob to kiss. They wrapped around each other, cuddling, kissing and stroking. It was strangely exciting for Bob to experience her minuscule warm hitch hose against him.

He got up to make a cup of tea, returned to detect Anita curled up under the continental quilt, with it still too soon evening, they still had a lot of time before Bob would have to make his apologies and leave, he felt a pang of letdown at the loss of this erotic holiday romance full of forbidden yield and wear taboos.

So as they sat in bed, sipping tea, Bob explained that his married woman would be more than likely in force tomorrow and so whilst they could still channel-surf and do other things together, under the guise of his archetype story, as just accidental friends, he couldn't risk 30 years of marriage.

Anita responded"I know, it was the most wonderful thing, I have never felt so stopping point to anyone or felt so rewarded in return by a gentle, kind, comical man, I know this has taken a great leap of faith from yourself, being an old straight fart"Anita giggled.

"Don't trouble, you won't be the first gear married man to leave me to run back to his married woman, but you are the first to cause a vacation Latinian language with me, the first I really care for and the first that I want to see again. I can't ask you to give that up, nor risk of infection you losing it, if we meet I will be careful with anything I say, I would wish to remain in touch as this has been such a Revelation for me, delight can we remain protagonist ?"Anita asked.

"I would like that, as far as Sue is concerned we met as surf crony by accident, if you meet her tomorrow I know she will like you, she always wanted a daughter after our son, but unfortunately sons run in both our families, so we stuck to one. Lets swap phone number then if I can't sports meeting you for 9 in the break of the day for another surf lesson I can let you know - plus you can share your in style picture with me, please ?"

Tea cupful set aside, they swapped act, curled up, kissed and cuddled and dozed.

Bob came fill out dozily, feeling Anita's hand stroking his swelling blimp, as it responded to his waking from slumber."Sorry I didn't mean to wake you Bob, it is just so nice to lie with someone so caring and gentle. If this is what a genuine relationship is like, then I definitely want one now, my group sex cum bucket day are over."Anita stated as she gently worked her soft hand on his now enlarging shaft.

Anita leaned over to kiss him, continuing to jack off his throb and growing shaft stiff. Once buckram Anita dropped her head and began sucking his flag rod that pointing to the ceiling. She pulled up then he felt a small tickling on the end of his prick and her mouth roll down again–she had loaded him with another safe !

"Top girlfriend, you cheeky potter,"chuckled Bob.

She led on top, leg straddling him and kissed him and with a impish smile said"wellspring, I couldn't miss one Thomas More chance for daddy to fuck me ”. Pecked a candy kiss on his lips and sat up, he could feel her dampness from former on his torso.

She raised herself up, tilt backwards, squatting just over his flagstaff. He felt her fingers guide her onto the tip and hung there for a unawares while, as she got into a well-off stance. She then slowly slip down his shaft,"Mmmmmm ”. Once again her tight love cave slid on Bob's lance until her ass bottomed out on him"How does that finger ?"

"Oh, bloody rattling you gorgeous young lady you"Bob said looking up at her, her hair flowing down her shoulders over her bosom and there resting on his lower belly was her hitch little sausage again. Bob was feeling Sir Thomas More at relief seeing it, being aroused, excited and attracted by it and her shrunk piddling Ball sac and the imagination sat on him. Bob thanked god it wasn't 8 inches with a shopping bag dangling with two Brobdingnagian Orange in it.

Anita rocked back and Forth, Bob could find him sliding inside her and she beamed with pleasure at the mollify rocking.

Bob couldn't resist, his one hand quietly stroked and fondled her breasts and his other twiddled her hitch sausage, teasing it back into life, still slimy from her earlier coming, he enjoyed feeling the profligate pumping back into it as she rocked on his own shaft.

As her shaft filled, he changed his handling of it, he was now lightly stroking it, pulling the skin forwards and backwards until it was stiff, so he wrapped his hand on it tightly, pushing and pulling in meter with her grinding their rosehip. Anita let out a whispered"mmmmMMMmm"with her headland tilted back, her hair falling off her berm to round behind her, her eyelids half-closed as she focused on the pleasure of their physical contact.

Bob felt her love tunnel muscles tighten, and she rose up, then down slowly on his ranging pole. This was lovely as he matched her rhythm on her own now stiff shaft, hoping to see her erupt again.

She was now quietly gasping with each cryptic insertion into her"oh, oh, oh, oh"rising herself high but making certainly Bob's tip always remained inside her. She reached her weapons system behind her, rested her paw on Bob's human knee so she could back her weight as she increased her pacing. Her pilus waved freely behind her."Umph, umph, umph, umph"she grunted as her cheeks slapped onto Bob's dampness crotch.

Bob dropped her beam out of his script to fondle both of her flattened breasts and it landed on his lower belly with a slap repeatedly in unison with each landing. This excited him, having a hammer slapping on him, whilst he fucked her up the arse. Breaking all those heterosexual taboos again but it he no longer cared, he had now scrapped his manful heterosexual person computer programming looking up at this rattling woman and was now excited with renewed energy and adrenalin pumping through him.

As Anita dropped herself once more, Bob raised his articulatio coxae up, the two met in the middle, Bob grunted and Anita squealed, Bob felt her tunnel muscles grip him, then relax as they separated, then tighten as they pounded together again with the duple slap.

The two of them repeatedly pounded their hips together, Bob was grabbing her hips, wanting to see her bosom bounce in unison with her slam bounciness and slap on his abdomen whilst feeling her tight stroke as they met, then rise separate and repeat and repeat and repeat. He felt that shudder in his set flag pole with his sexual climax climaxing, he wanted to pleasure this wonderful woman but couldn't cargo area back, at their next participation he held onto her, releasing into her, grinding her"AAaarrrrgggghhhhh oh Anita"he exclaimed.

But she hadn't cum, he hadn't satisfied her ; he was frustrated with himself, disappointed, gutted ; he wanted to see her cum ; he needed her to cum to essay his manhood, that he could satisfy her. In desperation he withdrew his relaxing member, lifted her up whilst he slid down the bed, for her to sit high onto his chest and with one hand masturbated her into his mouth. Holding her short staff, wanking her fast and firmly, whilst defeat and sucking on her tip.

Anita exclaimed, her spokesperson rising with each discussion"Bob, Oh Bob, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming ”. Bob released his grip, grabbed her waist and pulled her higher up his chest, with his back talk open so her stiff shaft entered inside and he closed his sassing tightly and sucked hard.

Anita fell forwards over his head holding onto the headboard of the bed but thrust her hips into his font, pulling up, just enough to celebrate her inside his mouth, then driving back down, fucking his face. Anita grabbed and screamed into a pillow"Aaaaaaaaaa"and Bob felt the pulse of her rod then a spurt of salty cum in his sass, he gripped her seat and held her fuddled onto his cheek, sucking hard as a endorsement blob of cum entered his mouth. He sucked her to her live bead and then as her shaft deflated, he released her.

Anita rolled off of Bob, who climbed up the bed, to lie alongside her and they kissed passionately"fucking pit Bob, for one old fart you can get down and dirty, you are the in effect ”, she kissed him with a close hug then dropped down and removed his rubber, once again drinking his cum out of it.

She snuggled up half on him, lying on his forget side, head on his shoulder, kissing him. Bob wrapped his left arm around her, stroking her rear, feeling shocked. Has he really just been face fucked by a charwoman with a hammer and not only enjoyed it but he instigated it ! Slowly he drifted off to catch some Z's, listening to her breathing.

Bob's alarm rang at 10pm and they had one last foresighted lingering kiss and he got dressed, gathered his gear and headed out, back to Sue, his wife, signaling the end of their holiday love story ...

To Be Continued *******