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In the break of the day Bob convinced his married woman he was getting out early to cope with up with the"lads ”, for a surf lesson ( a lesson that oddly none would make except for this one lovely young dame ... ). Thankfully, as convention for the endorse day of a hemicrania, she was still suffering, and she planned to stay in bed with drape drawn.

Bob made his way across town, all Night he thought of Anita and struggled with his inner sexual personal identity. If individual had told him two days ago what he did finale Night, as an archetypical 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 Edward 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 spirit 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 hold. He knocked and after a brief postponement he heard a squeal of delight from the interior. The door opened with Anita's capitulum peering around it with a beaming grinning, hiding her body behind the half-open door.

"Bob, I worried that you would not come 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 hall. He turned to see her close the threshold, naked in the hallway, she turned and there she was in all her aureole, boobs pert and hawkshaw suspension.

She was used to spree, barely even one-night stands, being bent over and rammed from behind in car parks, commons, pub John Wilkes Booth, often unidentified consistence passing fleetingly. Whether just a chance meeting, as constituent of mob bangs, friends of friends brought over, never bothering to acquire their names, rarely even getting to be intimate them. She didn't have any long-term supporter so she was used to living in the moment, without any ruefulness, enjoying what was in front end of her at that picky time and apprehend it with both blazonry. To live for those momentaneous minute of thinking person cared, pretending to sleep together and protect her but gone in the winking of an eye.

Anita was rhapsodic to see Bob back this first light, Bob was different and here he was, she had spent the night missing his warmth, his smile and gentle disposition, she really felt he cared. Unlike yesterday, today she can give birth him all day, his lovesome kind face, like the paternal Church Father she never had, like her big comrade 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 mouth and cheeks.

"It's so good to see you, I thought it was too good to be true and you wouldn't ejaculate"she whispered in his ear and then she nibbled it. Although not heavy at all with her slim build, she dropped back down onto her foundation then held Bob's hand to guide him to the bathroom"I was about to bring a shower, but now you can join me, throw your stuff in the hallway ”.

He dropped his day sack with gear in the hallway as she stripped his T-shirt off over his head and promptly unwrap his belt. Soon he was also defenseless and his short, T-shirt and swim trunks were on the hallway floor. Both his excitement and his member were growing as he watched her naked trunk's every move. Her minor limp rooster wiggling almost hypnotized Bob, finding it unusual to be turned on by watching what should be taboo for a heterosexual man.

Bob walked into the toilet and ran the shower, standing unclutter of the initial cold water, waiting for it to warm. Anita jogged into view with breast and sausage swaying, holding a rubber in one hand and lube in the other"we'll need these"as she put the lube onto the shower's soap shelf and kept the condom packet in her one hand.

She stepped up to encompass him with a huge kiss. It excited Bob to finger her bare tit and body against his, even her warm loose little sausage, brushing against his body, teasing the base of his erect shaft and dangling balls. He grabbed her tight buns, pulling her tightly in close.

Anita's one hand gripped Bob's shaft and tightly stroked it"I need you good and hard for this shower"she smiled wickedly. She then dropped onto one articulatio genus, looking at his erect rod, bent it down and once again she opened the condom swiftly and Anita's mouth applied it. She stood, turned to try out the piddle with her hired hand and adjusted it slightly.

She then leaned against the shower chief rampart thrusting her rear backwards ; legs spread wide apart inviting Bob to enter her. Bob ran his middle finger down her spikelet until he reached her twinkling asterisk rimmed entrance, she shuddered ; he applied the gel lubricating substance and slid his finger in, sliding it in easier than in conclusion night

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

He added a second, just lightly rotating. She was flaccid and warmly ; seeing the piddle running down her fuzz and back, trickling either face of her hips, bum crevice and her hanker legs, was sensuous. He needed to be inside her once more and his dick was throbbing.

He slowly pulled his digit out, Anita wiggled her rear end, enticing him, he applied some more lube to his rubber wrapped stiff signal flag perch and engaged his tip to her little sexual love cave and when he saw her wizard relax, he gently pushed with his hip joint and his cock slipped in.

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

His handwriting caught her hip, and they began slowly driving into each other and separating back, connected only by Bob's flag perch. 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 drum sander drive into her and her response seemed to be approval. He in this position could up the tempo, with Anita gasping"Oh, oh, oh, oh"in time with each movement, he was now starting to reverberate off her, with each of his drives forward being matched by her driving her ass back.

Bob reached around with one mitt and felt her almost hard rooster and wanked her. With a lifetime's experience of this, he knew his proficiency was unspoilt being rewarded by it growing in stiffness.

Anita slapped her hands on the wall"Yes, hump your little baby bird pop, she's been bad"

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

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

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

building his own orgasm up, he looked down to see himself pound into this beautiful animal arse, feeling his luxuria for the fruit of this taboo and knowing she was done, he just had to release his own pressurised climax. Bob just aim forward onto her brass and released his erupting payload, holding his gibe 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 helping hand, her face beaming. She slipped his safe off and again, running her finger's breadth along from tip to open-end, poured what cum he had into her backtalk, 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 wilted dick against hers, her breasts on his chest, both kissing and holding each other, her workforce grabbing his buttocks 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 ball. Being out of the cascade stream, she soaped up quickly, laughing.

She reciprocated by lathering Bob up, washing his cock. She bent over for him to wash 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 hair dryer was. She stood there raw, boobs and peter swaying as she ruffled her finger through her hair to dry it. She spellbound Bob with her beauty. She then wound her hair up into a bun and fixed it there.

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

As soon as he had nodded and returned her smile, she slipped on a wrench up short pleated orange dame and matching white plunging undershirt case T-shirt, showing her cleavage. Bob was again transfixed ; she looked gorgeous with her hair up.

"I think we need breakfast piffling one"said Bob gathering up his day shift and sunglass. Looking into the sleeping accommodation, Anita was gathering up a towel, sunglasses, hat & sun emollient, then waved her pocketbook, and they walked to the door.

Just before opening the door, Anita turned bob around to French kiss him lovingly"last candy kiss, as it won't flavour good in public for daddy and daughter to be kissing like that ”.

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

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

At the breaker school they were given footlocker to use, sized up for boards & wet case, met an instructor and signed some forms. Initially they had some instruction on the George Sand on the beach, then just in the shallows, gradually getting abstruse 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 adult female that he was having sex with, whilst continuing his agnate care for her. This was his summer Romance language with kinky bells and pennywhistle on, but tomorrow his wife would be better and it will all give to change.

Throughout the day Bob could see how shy and unconfident Anita was, even for mildly unsubdivided adventures as jumping waves, then diving through bigger 1, even though she could drown 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 Church Father or big brother she never had. His presence made her positive, even when terrified, his approving looking and nod and his sarcastic jocularity that broke the ice when she wasn't sure.

They had stopped for a few breaks with the instructor, for pinch ups and rewrite, who was very patient, giving them both confidential information and tips, explaining how tide affect the breaker and what to calculate for to trance the best waves.

They were soon in deeper urine, sat on boards, waiting for waves. The instructor had moved onto other classes 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 shoring, a few multiplication they held hands, once when floating tread watering adjacent to their boards, Anita dove under piddle 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 leased gear, showered in the open beach faucet's, Bob hoped they had changing elbow room so they could part but they just had tiny 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 crapulence, Bob was so pleased that Anita felt so relaxed with him and that she was getting admiring looking at from male and female passersby. She was still on a senior high, talking through and repeating each short dangerous undertaking, every tyke mishap, teasing Bob over his own mishaps. Bob loved hearing and chirping in, laughing. She was splendid company, if only he could experience met her 30 years ago.

By previous afternoon, after a skillful Warren E. Burger, beer and ice cream to eat up, Anita leaned over and whispered,"If dad is cook, how would he care to riposte to the level to service his daughter ?"Bob was both shocked and excited. They paid the bill and walked back.

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

He poured the tea and sat on the couch, just as Anita appeared naked carrying the bottle of lubricant, he watched her walk across to him, breasts 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 wonderful, in fact you have been so dauntless today, it's been great fun, dad is lofty of his pelf baby doll and wants to reward her"he said"but she needs to evidence him how she wants her payoff ”.

She knelt down, placed the lubricating substance next to Bob and lowered herself across his lap, face down, arse cheeks facing upwards"I want to be spanked, so my nerve lambency ”.

Bob, was now not nearly as surprised by her requests as he would cause been a few days ago, so with the flat of his custody he slapped her one cheek, which wobbled in response, then again on the early"a small harder, I want nice rosy cheeks daddy ”.

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

Anita was now gasping at each work stoppage, and her impudence were reddening. Being right-handed, Bob kept the slaps up with his right on hand whilst his left dropped and felt for her one breast, found her mammilla was stiff and erect, so he tweaked it firmly between his thumb and index finger, hearing Anita gasp.

He felt a brushing on his leg, realising that Anita was growing too, he squeezed his hand between her thighs and held onto her cock, stroking her balls with his thumb he gave a twosome of jerk on her growing member. As he felt her stiffen, he released to recall to spanking her again, to return to teasing her shaft, alternating between the two.

He synchronized each slap with each tweak or a tease of her mammilla and she responded with a pant but no requests to blockade, even with her cheeks now glowing brightly.

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

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

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

Then with his own dick throbbing he wanted to give her to a greater extent, to satisfy her before he was, to hear her groan with pleasure, he withdrew his digit and commanded"stand up Anita ”. She raised herself up, kissing him and stood up just away from him, looking down, with Bob level with her blimp at half-mast and throbbing.

Bob thought, it's now or never. Tomorrow it could all be dissimilar and he may rue 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 computer programing, he wanted to get over this major threshold of taboo.

He grabbed her by her buttock and pulled her forwards ; he opened his mouth and with his lips gathered her quick throbbing blimp into his mouth, wrapped his lip around it and sucked until it filled his oral cavity, his lips touching her hairless torso and ball carrier bag at the base.

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

Initially he was shy, worried he would try out piss, but she tasted of sea salt and a little deodorant but nothing bad. He sucked her growing shaft between the cap of his backtalk and his clapper, sucking on it between the two, it was getting bad. This firm straight taboo line was well and truly span, Bob found it turning him on, ` how could he be finding this so turn on'he thought shockingly. He was enjoying this forbidden fruit.

Anita's bridge player were on his head teacher, stroking his hair as Bob pulled back, so her footling spade was just inside his mouth and licked around it. Her hand then pulled him inwards, driving her now stiffened rod into him. He sucked and her cock hit his sick trigger tonsilla and he gagged, coughing spittle and strangely enjoyed it.

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

Anita's cock was now hard, thankfully not too long, but adult than his mouth the way it was hitting the back of his pharynx. He didn't mind ; he was enjoying hearing her moan and gasp in joy. His spittle lubricating her cock, so he bobbed his own point along her now hard shaft.

Bob gripped her face, remembering she had ample lube, he pulled her cheeks apart and worked a finger's breadth around, teased the rim of her piddling passion cave and then engaged and entered in time with a thrust of his head to immerse her slight shot into him.

Anita squealed in delight"that is sooooo fucking good Bob, suck my pecker dada, suck in me"as her hands encouraged him to pass her dick trench into his lip, whilst sucking and squeezing it with his spit, his digit probing into her tush, the tempo of the pumping cycle was getting faster.

Bob was now vigorous head bobbing, so he added a 2d digit to Anita's anus and that was it,"Wwwooooooowww Yeeeessss"Anita squealed as a gustation of salty juice indicated what must be pre-cum in his mouth as her cock withdrew over his tongue and as he trapped her swaged spade end inside his sass a hot shot of cum spat out into the rachis of his throat and she thrust him deep onto her peter as another spurt came out.

Anita squealed in delight"OOOooooo BBBobbbbb ”, Bob gagged with his mouth entire of cock and cum down his pharynx, he swallowed some salty fluid and pulled half way back still sucking, to get some pressure off his tonsils, licking her now slippery hose and yield her longsighted wearisome strokes, feeling her relax and deflate.

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

"Oy Myyy GGggooodddd Bob, you give great head that was just about the intimately blow job ever"Anita finally confirmed"I wish I could experience lasted longer but your fingers just POW set me off. You are the best pop any daughter could ever ingest"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 kickoff shocked and disgusted at the taboo he had broken, felt he should be ashamed but then surprised and elated that he had sucked her stopcock, the one attached to this beautiful, funny story someone and he had amply satisfied a highly sexually experienced erotic consistence.

Not just that but he had enjoyed it, he had been turned on by it ; he wanted it ; he wasn't sure enough whether it was her climactic coming or how immense a deal it was to delight this forbidden fruit, or a mix of both. He was beyond lovingness ; he was euphoric.

Now his own dick was bursting at the crease and begging for satisfaction and his balls for vent. Anita ‘ s hands fought to plunder him of his tee shirt and shorts, almost tearing his boxers off. Once his dick was exposed, she dropped and plunged her mouth onto it, giving it several nimble poke before releasing it.

She stood up and once again grabbed him and led him to the bedroom with his dick, he had to do a immediate dance to unfreeze his feet from his drawers without falling over,"It's time for daughter to allow daddy his pleasure, now she is satisfied"Anita promised.

In the chamber she immediately slipped on a rubber on him, climbed onto the bed, on her knees and paw on the bed, presenting her round cheeks to him"Come inside me again ”.

Bob almost jumped on the bed, on his knees and brought his engorged extremity up to her entry and drove in. She was as fast and warm as he remembered, Anita squealed in joy and a little pain.

Bob started pounding her keister hard, his hands on her pelvic arch, bouncing off her rear with a smack and pant from her, she was gripping him with her muscles, making her a tighter fit as he pulled back to retire, relaxing to ease his dip forward.

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

Anita was flat on the bed now, Bob led on top. She widened her ramification to relieve things, but Bob was loving feeling her arse cheek pressing on the tops of his thighs. Resting on her back, he put his weight on his elbow joint, slid his mitt under her to find her breast to stroke and fine-tune her nipples.

Raising his genu off the bed, balancing on his toes, he restarted pumping into her tooshie, she felt so effective. This was completely different to his wife's kitty ; Anita was again tensing and relaxing her muscleman in time with his thrusts.

Her read/write head turned sideways, so he could kiss her cheek and nestle her fuzz and neck opening ; she was gasping with his poke and giving lightsome squeals of pleasure as he twisted her nipples.

Bob was in fleshly overload, pumping faster, hearing a cacophony of Anita's spokesperson and skin on pelt smack whilst feeling her cushy flesh outside and her pulsating muscle inside, he felt his clump twitch with his own orgasm rising, then his shaft muscular tissue twitch and he exploded into the safety again, holding the thrust and wiggling his waist into her prat, staying to empty his balls, holding there for a short intermission then relaxed.

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

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

He got up to make a cup of tea, returned to find Anita curled up under the eiderdown, with it still ahead of time evening, they still had a lot of clock time before Bob would induce to make his excuse and leave, he felt a pang of dashing hopes at the personnel casualty of this erotic holiday romance full of forbidden fruit and ruin taboos.

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

Anita responded"I know, it was the most wonderful affair, I have never felt so close to anyone or felt so rewarded in tax return by a gentle, variety, mirthful man, I know this has taken a great bounce of organized religion from yourself, being an old straight fart"Anita giggled.

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

"I would care that, as far as Sue is concerned we met as breakers chum by chance event, 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 crime syndicate, so we stuck to one. Lets swap phone numbers then if I can't meet you for 9 in the dawn for another surf object lesson I can let you cognise - plus you can part your previous pic with me, please ?"

Tea cups set aside, they swapped identification number, curled up, kissed and cuddled and dozed.

Bob came round dozily, feeling Anita's handwriting stroking his swelling sausage, as it responded to his waking from sleep."Sorry I didn't mean value to wake you Bob, it is just so gracious to lie with someone so care 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 flabby bridge player on his now enlarging shaft.

Anita leaned over to kiss him, continuing to masturbate his throbbing and growing shaft cadaver. Once pixilated Anita dropped her point and began sucking his flag terminal that pointing to the ceiling. She pulled up then he felt a slight tickling on the end of his shaft and her oral cavity wrap up down again–she had loaded him with another prophylactic !

"Top girl, you cheeky monkey,"chuckled Bob.

She led on top, legs straddling him and kissed him and with a disgusting smile said"fountainhead, I couldn't miss one more than opportunity for dad to fuck me ”. Pecked a kiss on his lips and sat up, he could feel her dampness from early on his torso.

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

"Oh, bloody marvelous you gorgeous little girl you"Bob said looking up at her, her hair flowing down her articulatio humeri over her breasts and there resting on his lower belly was her limp little sausage again. Bob was feeling Thomas More at informality seeing it, being aroused, excited and attracted by it and her shrunk little lump sack and the visual sense sat on him. Bob thanked god it wasn't 8 inches with a shopping bag dangling with two huge orangeness in it.

Anita rocked back and forth, Bob could sense him sliding inside her and she beamed with pleasure at the docile rocking.

Bob couldn't resist, his one hired man quietly stroked and fondled her breasts and his former twiddled her hitch sausage, teasing it back into life, still slimy from her earlier orgasm, he enjoyed feeling the blood line 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 corpse, so he wrapped his hand on it tightly, pushing and pulling in time with her grinding their rosehip. Anita let out a whisper"mmmmMMMmm"with her capitulum tilted back, her hair falling off her articulatio humeri to round behind her, her eyelids half-closed as she focused on the joy of their physical contact.

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

She was now quietly gasping with each deeply insertion into her"oh, oh, oh, oh"rising herself higher but making trusted Bob's tip always remained inside her. She reached her weapon system behind her, rested her helping hand on Bob's knees so she could support her weight as she increased her tempo. Her pilus waved freely behind her."Umph, umph, umph, umph"she grunted as her buttock slapped onto Bob's damp crotch.

Bob dropped her pecker out of his hands to fondle both of her flattened tit and it landed on his down belly with a slap repeatedly in unison with each landing. This excited him, having a cock slapping on him, whilst he fucked her up the arse. Breaking all those heterosexual person taboos again but it he no longer cared, he had now scrapped his male heterosexual programming looking up at this marvelous cleaning woman and was now excited with renewed DOE and adrenaline pumping through him.

As Anita dropped herself once more, Bob raised his pelvic girdle up, the two met in the midsection, Bob grunted and Anita squealed, Bob felt her burrow muscles grip him, then relax as they separated, then tighten as they pounded together again with the two-base hit slap.

The two of them repeatedly pounded their pelvic arch together, Bob was grabbing her hips, wanting to see her chest bounce in unison with her shaft bounce and slap on his tummy whilst feeling her tight stroke as they met, then rise separate and repeat and repeat and repetition. He felt that thrill in his rigid flag pole with his climax climaxing, he wanted to pleasure this grand woman but couldn't cargo area back, at their future 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 prove his manhood, that he could satisfy her. In despair he withdrew his relaxing extremity, lifted her up whilst he slid down the bed, for her to sit high onto his chest and with one mitt masturbated her into his mouth. Holding her short staff, wanking her fast and heavy, whilst licking and sucking on her tip.

Anita exclaimed, her interpreter rising with each word"Bob, Oh Bob, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming ”. Bob released his bobby pin, grabbed her waistline and pulled her gamey up his pectus, with his mouthpiece afford so her stiff shaft entered inside and he closed his lips tightly and sucked hard.

Anita fell forwards over his question holding onto the headboard of the bed but thrust her pelvic arch into his human face, pulling up, just enough to hold open 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 mouth, he gripped her nates and held her close onto his face, sucking hard as a second blob of cum entered his mouth. He sucked her to her last free fall 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 hell Bob, for one old breaking wind you can get down and dirty, you are the best ”, she kissed him with a mean hug then dropped down and removed his safe, once again drinking his cum out of it.

She snuggled up half on him, lying on his forget face, head on his shoulder, kissing him. Bob wrapped his result arm around her, stroking her back, feeling shocked. Has he really just been face fucked by a charwoman 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 rang at 10pm and they had one go long lingering osculation 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 *******