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In the forenoon Bob convinced his wife he was getting out early to run into up with the"lads ”, for a breakers deterrent example ( a lesson that oddly none would shit except for this one lovely young lady ... ). Thankfully, as normal for the second day of a migraine, she was still suffering, and she planned to bide in bed with curtains drawn.

Bob made his way across township, all night he thought of Anita and struggled with his intimate sexual identity. If someone had told him two days ago what he did end Night, as an archetypical red-blooded 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 strong paternal protective instinct over her. Was this his midlife crisis ? Oddly, as she had a cock of her own, he didn't feel he was betraying his wife or cheated on her.

He arrived early at her doorway at 8:30am to storm her, plus he just couldn't wait. He knocked and after a abbreviated postponement he heard a squeal of joy from the inside. The door opened with Anita's head peering around it with a beaming smile, hiding her trunk behind the half-open door.

"Bob, I worried that you would not come in back and I would be all on my own again"she said with a beaming smile"and it's keen that you have come early, add up in ”. Bob squeezed passed the door into the entrance hall. He turned to see her close the door, naked in the hallway, she turned and there she was in all her nimbus, boob pert and dick dangling.

She was used to flings, barely even one-night rack, being bent over and rammed from behind in car parks, parks, pub stall, often nameless dead body passing fleetingly. Whether just a chance merging, as voice of gang smash, protagonist of Friend brought over, never bothering to acquire their epithet, rarely even getting to sleep together them. She didn't have any long-run friends so she was used to living in the moment, without any ruefulness, enjoying what was in presence of her at that finical time and grasp it with both arms. To experience for those fleeting instant of thinking someone cared, pretending to have a go at it and protect her but gone in the blink of an eye.

Anita was rapt to see Bob back this aurora, Bob was different and here he was, she had spent the night missing his warmth, his smiling and gentle disposition, she really felt he cared. Unlike yesterday, today she can have him all day, his warm kind aspect, like the paternal father she never had, like her big brother and a lover.

She ran the few steps to Bob, jumped up and wrapped herself around him with her arms and legs, kissing him on the sass and cheeks.

"It's so good to see you, I thought it was too safe to be true and you wouldn't seminal fluid"she whispered in his ear and then she nibbled it. Although not dense at all with her slim build, she dropped back down onto her feet then held Bob's hand to conduct him to the bathroom"I was about to train a shower, but now you can get together me, switch your material in the hallway ”.

He dropped his day poke with power train in the hallway as she stripped his jersey off over his head and promptly loosen his belt. Soon he was also naked and his shorts, T-shirt and drown trunks were on the hallway level. Both his excitement and his member were growing as he watched her naked trunk's every move. Her small hitch cock wiggling almost hypnotized Bob, finding it strange to be turned on by watching what should be taboo for a heterosexual man.

Bob walked into the bathroom and ran the shower, standing clear of the initial cold pee, waiting for it to warm. Anita jogged into sentiment with boobs and sausage swaying, holding a rubber in one hand and lube in the early"we'll need these"as she put the lube onto the shower down's soap ledge and kept the condom mailboat in her one hand.

She stepped up to sweep up him with a huge kiss. It excited Bob to find her naked boob and body against his, even her warm loose footling sausage, brushing against his body, teasing the base of his erect beam and dangling balls. He grabbed her tight cheek, pulling her tightly in close.

Anita's one script gripped Bob's pecker and tightly stroked it"I need you safe and hard for this shower"she smiled wickedly. She then dropped onto one knee, looking at his erect rod, hang it down and once again she opened the condom swiftly and Anita's mouth applied it. She stood, turned to essay the water with her hand and adjusted it slightly.

She then leaned against the shower point wall thrusting her rear backwards ; legs spread broad apart inviting Bob to record her. Bob ran his heart digit down her sticker until he reached her twinkling headliner rimmed ingress, she shuddered ; he applied the gel lubricator and slid his finger's breadth in, sliding it in promiscuous than last night

"Mmmmm oh that is overnice, you've learnt quickly"whispered Anita.

He added a 2nd, just lightly rotating. She was easygoing and warm ; seeing the water running down her whisker and back, trickling either side of her pelvic arch, bum crevice and her long branch, was sensuous. He needed to be inside her once more and his prick was throbbing.

He slowly pulled his fingers out, Anita wiggled her rear, enticing him, he applied some more lube to his condom wrapped pie-eyed flag pole and engaged his tip to her little erotic love cave and when he saw her star relax, he gently pushed with his hips and his cock 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 iris Pole. Bob's dick was not massive, but inside her she was tight around him. She waggled her shoulders and bum slightly, which transferred to Bob.

Bob found by lowering slightly and driving upwards he got a slightly smoother private road into her and her reply seemed to be approval. He in this situation could up the tempo, with Anita gasping"Oh, oh, oh, oh"in time with each effort, he was now starting to bounce off her, with each of his thrust forward being matched by her driving her ass back.

Bob reached around with one hand and felt her almost unvoiced turncock and wanked her. With a lifetime's experience of this, he knew his technique was good being rewarded by it growing in stiffness.

Anita slapped her hands on the bulwark"Yes, eff your trivial infant bird daddy, she's been bad"

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

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

Then he felt her cock pulse and she let out a immense 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 hand proving he had satisfied her.

construction his own sexual climax up, he looked down to see himself hammering into this beautiful fauna arse, feeling his lecherousness for the yield of this taboo and knowing she was done, he just had to unloosen his own supercharge coming. Bob just beat back forward onto her cheeks and released his erupting warhead, holding his shaft hard in, until it began deflating to then sequester from her.

As soon as he was out, Anita turned around and sucked her cum off his wanking bridge player, her face beaming. She slipped his condom off and again, running her fingers along from tip to open-end, poured what cum he had into her mouth, 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 of meat wall, his wilted dick against hers, her bosom on his chest of drawers, both kissing and holding each other, her hands grabbing his rump pulling him into her.

Bob pulled back and got some cascade gel and applied some to Anita's hair, articulatio humeri, hips and a new spurt on her cock and ballock. Being out of the cascade watercourse, she soaped up quickly, laughing.

She reciprocated by lathering Bob up, washing his cock. 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 former, laughing, smiling. Anita stepped to near the door where the hair drier was. She stood there naked, boobs and peter swaying as she ruffled her fingers through her fuzz to dry it. She spellbound Bob with her beauty. She then wound her hair's-breadth up into a bun and fixed it there.

Bob put his swim tree trunk back on, shorts, sandals and T-shirt as Anita popped in the bedroom and returned in a delicate purple one-piece swimsuit, no camel toe, but no dick 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 annulus and rival Andrew Dickson White plunging singlet type T-shirt, showing her segmentation. Bob was again transfixed ; she looked gorgeous with her hair up.

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

Just before opening the door, Anita turned bob around to French people kiss him lovingly"net kiss, as it won't look thoroughly in world for daddy and girl to be kissing like that ”.

They found a nice café and ordered a light breakfast. Chatting lightly in the sun then walked down the beach to find the surf school.

Bob couldn't believe the expression Anita was getting from the great unwashed 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 Surf school they were given cabinet to use, sized up for boards & wet cause, met an instructor and signed some forms. Initially they had some pedagogy on the sand on the beach, then just in the shoal, gradually getting deeper and larger waves.

Outwardly they were just father and daughter enjoying life-time, laughing, chatting, but Bob was enjoying every min of being with this beautiful woman that he was having sex with, whilst continuing his parental care for her. This was his summer romance with kinky bells and whistles on, but tomorrow his wife would be better and it will all consume to change.

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

Anita loved being with a confident male, definitely the father or big chum she never had. His mien made her surefooted, even when terrified, his approving look and nod and his sarcastic gag that broke the ice when she wasn't sure.

They had stopped for a few breaks with the instructor, for catch ups and revisions, who was very patient, giving them both tinge and tips, explaining how tides affect the surf and what to look for to catch the best waves.

They were soon in deeply H2O, sat on boards, waiting for wafture. The instructor had moved onto other course but was monitoring them, as they had paid for a full day's rental after the initial two-hour lesson.

Bobbing on the sea together chatting, not too far from shore, a few times they held hands, once when floating tread watering adjacent to their gameboard, Anita plunge under water supply 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 lease power train, showered in the heart-to-heart beach faucet's, Bob hoped they had changing rooms so they could contribution but they just had petite cubicle. 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 pleased that Anita felt so relaxed with him and that she was getting admiring facial expression from male and female passersby. She was still on a mellow, talking through and repeating each picayune adventure, every minor mishap, teasing Bob over his own mishaps. Bob loved hearing and chirping in, laughing. She was brainy company, if only he could have met her 30 days ago.

By tardily afternoon, after a nice burger, beer and ice emollient to fetch up, Anita leaned over and whispered,"If daddy is set, how would he care to riposte to the flat to service his daughter ?"Bob was both shocked and excited. They paid the notice and walked back.

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

He poured the tea and sat on the lounge, just as Anita appeared naked carrying the bottle of lube, he watched her walk across to him, breasts and pecker swaying"daddy, I've been bad and I need to be spanked"she smiled..

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

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

Bob, was now not nearly as surprise by her requests as he would take in been a few Clarence Day ago, so with the flat of his hands he slapped her one impertinence, which wobbled in reaction, then again on the other"a picayune harder, I want nice rosy brass dada ”.

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

Anita was now gasping at each ten-strike, and her brass were reddening. Being right-handed, Bob kept the slaps up with his right hand whilst his left dropped and felt for her one titty, found her pap was rigid and erect, so he tweaked it hard 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 hand between her thigh and held onto her cock, stroking her Ball with his ovolo he gave a distich of towboat on her growing member. As he felt her stiffen, he released to return to spanking her again, to return to teasing her calamus, alternating between the two.

He synchronized each slap with each tweak or a tantalization of her nipple and she responded with a pant but no requests to stop, even with her face now glowing brightly.

He couldn't go further, he didn't want to hurt her, but he knew another way to shake up her, so he leaned forward and kissed each cheek whilst stroking her one pap softly.

Then he dribbled lube directly onto her champion ringed cave and watch it twitch and Anita flinch with the touch of the cold gel. Bob stroked her star with his digit, 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 delight.

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

Then with his own dick throbbing he wanted to establish her to a greater extent, to satisfy her before he was, to find out her moan with delight, he withdrew his finger and commanded"stand up Anita ”. She raised herself up, kissing him and stood up just away from him, looking down, with Bob story with her sausage 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 cleaning lady. The opportunity was there for him, like it or loath it he wanted to. Ignoring his heterosexual person male computer programming, he wanted to sweep this Major threshold of taboo.

He grabbed her by her impertinence and pulled her forwards ; he opened his mouth and with his lips gathered her quick throbbing sausage into his sassing, wrapped his lips around it and sucked until it filled his oral cavity, his brim touching her hairless torso and ball sacking at the base.

Anita responded with a Brobdingnagian"wooowww ... just like that, oh daddy, suck me"

Initially he was shy, worried he would taste piss, but she tasted of sea salt and a little deodorant but nothing bad. He sucked her growing shaft of light between the roof of his lip and his spit, sucking on it between the two, it was getting bigger. This strong heterosexual taboo line was well and truly foil, Bob found it turning him on, ` how could he be finding this so arouse'he thought shockingly. He was enjoying this forbidden fruit.

Anita's hands were on his nous, stroking his hair as Bob pulled back, so her little spade was just inside his lips and licked around it. Her helping hand then pulled him inwards, driving her now stiffened rod into him. He sucked and her cock hit his sick trigger faucial tonsil and he gagged, coughing spittle and strangely enjoyed it.

He pulled his capitulum back until once again only the swaged lip on the head of her cock was in his rima oris, he teasingly licked and sucked at her tip, then her hands pulled him back onto her again, her turncock drove to the back of his back talk, now ready for it he could contain the gag reflex.

Anita's cock was now hard, thankfully not too long, but larger than his back talk the way it was hitting the rachis of his throat. He didn't mind ; he was enjoying hearing her groan and pant in joy. His saliva lubricating her cock, so he bobbed his own brain along her now hard shaft.

Bob gripped her cheeks, remembering she had plenteous lube, he pulled her impudence 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 thrust of his heading to dip her little shaft into him.

Anita squealed in delectation"that is sooooo fucking safe Bob, suck my pecker pa, take in me"as her work force encouraged him to sink her dick deep into his oral cavity, whilst sucking and squeezing it with his glossa, his finger probing into her hindquarters, the tempo of the pumping cycle was getting faster.

Bob was now vigorous caput bobbing, so he added a second finger to Anita's anus and that was it,"Wwwooooooowww Yeeeessss"Anita squealed as a taste of salty juice indicated what must be pre-cum in his back talk as her dick withdrew over his tongue and as he trapped her swaged nigger end inside his lips a hot shot of cum spat out into the back of his throat and she thrust him deep onto her prick as another spurt came out.

Anita squealed in delight"OOOooooo BBBobbbbb ”, Bob gagged with his sassing full of cock and cum down his throat, he swallowed some salty fluid and pulled half way back still sucking, to get some pressure off his tonsils, licking her now slippery hosepipe and give her long slow chance event, 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 wilted hose flop out of his backtalk as he stood. As soon as they were level, she plunged her natural language into his mouth and kissed him passionately and hugged him hard.

"Oy Myyy GGggooodddd Bob, you give dandy foreland that was just about the skillful blow job ever"Anita finally confirmed"I wish I could stimulate lasted longer but your fingers just POW set me off. You are the best pop any daughter could ever induce"as she returned to kissing him, enjoying tasting her own cum in his mouth.

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

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 muckle it was to savour this forbidden yield, or a mix of both. He was beyond caring ; he was euphoric.

Now his own pecker was bursting at the seams and begging for satisfaction and his nut for release. Anita ‘ s hands fought to strip him of his T-shirt and shorts, almost tearing his drawers off. Once his putz was exposed, she dropped and plunged her back talk onto it, giving it several quick thrusts before releasing it.

She stood up and once again grabbed him and led him to the bedchamber with his prick, he had to do a quick dance to eject his feet from his shorts without falling over,"It's fourth dimension for daughter to allow daddy his delight, now she is satisfied"Anita promised.

In the bedroom she immediately slipped on a condom on him, climbed onto the bed, on her knees and hands on the bed, presenting her unit of ammunition cheeks to him"Come inside me again ”.

Bob almost jumped on the bed, on his knees and brought his engorged member up to her entry and swarm in. She was as loaded and warm as he remembered, Anita squealed in delight and a little pain.

Bob started pounding her rear end hard, his hands on her articulatio coxae, 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 retire, relaxing to ease his plunge forward.

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

Anita was two-dimensional on the bed now, Bob led on top. She widened her legs to ease things, but Bob was loving feeling her tooshie nerve pressing on the tops of his thighs. Resting on her back, he put his weight unit on his elbows, slid his hands under her to find her chest to stroke and fine-tune her nipples.

Raising his knees off the bed, balancing on his toes, he restarted pumping into her backside, she felt so skilful. This was completely different to his married woman's pussy ; Anita was again tense up and relaxing her brawn in clock time with his thrusts.

Her head turned sideways, so he could kiss her cheek and nuzzle her hair and neck ; she was gasping with his thrusts and giving Inner Light squeals of delight as he twisted her nipples.

Bob was in sensual overload, pumping faster, hearing a din of Anita's vocalisation and cutis on skin slaps whilst feeling her balmy flesh outside and her pulsating muscles inside, he felt his ball twitch with his own climax ascent, then his shaft muscle twitch and he exploded into the condom again, holding the thrust and wiggling his waistline into her hind end, staying to vacate his balls, holding there for a curtly pause then relaxed.

He withdrew and rolled onto his cover, alongside Anita, who slid sideways onto him, kissing him"you are such a stallion daddy ; I am one lucky sugar chick ”.

She again removed his condom and squeezed his cum into her back talk, then returned to Bob to osculate. They wrapped around each other, cuddling, kissing and stroking. It was strangely exciting for Bob to feel her piddling warm limp hosepipe against him.

He got up to stimulate a cup of tea, returned to incur Anita curled up under the duvet, with it still early eventide, they still had a lot of fourth dimension before Bob would cause to make his apologies and leave, he felt a twinge of disappointment at the expiration of this erotic holiday Romance entire of forbidden yield and broken taboos.

So as they sat in bed, sipping tea, Bob explained that his wife would be Thomas More than likely intimately tomorrow and so whilst they could still surf and do other things together, under the guise of his original history, as just accidental champion, he couldn't risk 30 years of marriage.

Anita responded"I know, it was the most rattling thing, I have never felt so fill up to anyone or felt so rewarded in return by a gentle, kind, suspect man, I know this has taken a great jump of religion from yourself, being an old full-strength fart"Anita giggled.

"Don't vexation, you won't be the first conjoin man to leave me to run back to his wife, but you are the first to have a holiday romance with me, the first I really worry for and the first that I want to see again. I can't ask you to sacrifice that up, nor risk you losing it, if we meet I will be careful with anything I say, I would like to remain in tactual sensation as this has been such a revelation for me, please can we remain friends ?"Anita asked.

"I would like that, as far as Sue is concerned we met as breaker buddies 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 family, so we stuck to one. Lets swap phone numbers then if I can't meet you for 9 in the morning for another surf lesson I can let you make out - plus you can part your belated photos with me, delight ?"

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

Bob came round off dozily, feeling Anita's helping hand stroking his swelling sausage, as it responded to his waking from slumber."Sorry I didn't mean to wake you Bob, it is just so prissy to lie with someone so care and conciliate. If this is what a genuine relationship is like, then I definitely want one now, my chemical group sex cum bucket days are over."Anita stated as she gently worked her soft hired hand on his now enlarging shaft.

Anita leaned over to buss him, continuing to masturbate his throbbing and growing rotating shaft remains. Once plastered Anita dropped her head and began sucking his flag pole that pointing to the ceiling. She pulled up then he felt a little tickle on the end of his shaft and her mouth wrap down again–she had loaded him with another condom !

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

She led on top, wooden leg straddling him and kissed him and with a wicked smile said"Well, I couldn't miss one Sir Thomas More opportunity for pa to roll in the hay me ”. Pecked a osculation on his lips and sat up, he could finger her dampness from too soon on his torso.

She raised herself up, shifted backwards, squatting just over his flagpole. He felt her fingers guide her onto the tip and hung there for a dead while, as she got into a well-situated emplacement. She then slowly slew down his shaft,"Mmmmmm ”. Once again her blind drunk love cave slid on Bob's shaft until her bum bottomed out on him"How does that experience ?"

"Oh, bloody marvellous you gorgeous young lady you"Bob said looking up at her, her tomentum flowing down her shoulders over her breasts and there resting on his lower belly was her limp little sausage again. Bob was feeling more at ease seeing it, being aroused, excited and attracted by it and her shrunk short ball sacque and the vision sat on him. Bob thanked god it wasn't 8 inches with a shopping bag dangling with two vast orange tree in it.

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

Bob couldn't resist, his one hired man quietly stroked and fondled her breasts and his early twiddled her hitch sausage, teasing it back into life, still slimy from her earlier coming, he enjoyed feeling the blood 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 pie-eyed, so he wrapped his helping hand on it tightly, pushing and pulling in time with her grinding their pelvic girdle. Anita let out a whispered"mmmmMMMmm"with her head tilted back, her tomentum falling off her shoulder joint to brush up behind her, her eyelids half-closed as she focused on the joy of their strong-arm contact.

Bob felt her love life burrow muscles tighten, and she rose up, then down slowly on his flagpole. This was lovely as he matched her rhythm on her own now rigid shaft, hoping to see her irrupt again.

She was now quietly gasping with each thick interpolation into her"oh, oh, oh, oh"rising herself higher but making sure Bob's tip always remained inside her. She reached her coat of arms behind her, rested her bridge player on Bob's stifle so she could support her exercising weight as she increased her tempo. Her hair waved freely behind her."Umph, umph, umph, umph"she grunted as her cheeks slapped onto Bob's damp crotch.

Bob dropped her diaphysis out of his hands to fondle both of her flattened breasts and it landed on his low belly with a smacking repeatedly in unison with each landing place. This excited him, having a turncock 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 male heterosexual programming looking up at this fantastic woman and was now excited with renewed vigour and adrenalin pumping through him.

As Anita dropped herself once more, Bob raised his hips up, the two met in the centre, Bob grunted and Anita squealed, Bob felt her tunnel heftiness grip him, then relax as they separated, then tighten as they pounded together again with the repeat slap.

The two of them repeatedly pounded their pelvis together, Bob was grabbing her hips, wanting to see her bosom leaping in unison with her diaphysis leap and slap on his stomach whilst feeling her slopped stroke as they met, then move up branch and repeat and repetition and repeat. He felt that shiver in his rigid fleur-de-lis terminal with his climax climaxing, he wanted to pleasure this wonderful woman but couldn't clench back, at their next engagement 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 reposeful member, lifted her up whilst he slid down the bed, for her to sit high onto his chest and with one helping hand masturbated her into his mouth. Holding her short faculty, wanking her fast and hard, whilst licking and sucking on her tip.

Anita exclaimed, her part rising with each word"Bob, Oh Bob, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming ”. Bob released his hairgrip, grabbed her waist and pulled her high-pitched up his chest, with his oral fissure open so her stiff shaft entered inside and he closed his lips tightly and sucked hard.

Anita fell forwards over his head holding onto the headboard of the bed but thrust her hips into his face, pulling up, just enough to restrain her inside his mouth, then driving back down, fucking his boldness. Anita grabbed and screamed into a pillow"Aaaaaaaaaa"and Bob felt the pulsation of her rod then a spurt of salty cum in his sassing, he gripped her buttocks and held her close onto his fount, sucking hard as a second blob of cum entered his oral cavity. He sucked her to her finis drop and then as her beam of light deflated, he released her.

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

She snuggled up half on him, lying on his unexpended position, head on his articulatio humeri, kissing him. Bob wrapped his pass on arm around her, stroking her back, tone shocked. Has he really just been face fucked by a woman with a cock and not only enjoyed it but he instigated it ! Slowly he drifted off to sleep, listening to her breathing.

Bob's alarm clock rang at 10pm and they had one conclusion prospicient lingering buss and he got dressed, gathered his gear and headed out, back to Sue, his wife, signaling the end of their holiday romance ...

To Be Continued *******