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You know what is honest about being old ? You don't have to worry about what multitude think of you. After nearly thirty years of wedding there isn't that insistence to do, or even try to impress or obtain outcome from new relationships.

This confidence of his age had brought Bob to this loud fussy beach side pop up bar, plus it gave a great sentiment across the beach. He had chosen a quiet crapper locating to sit alone high school up at a shallow table window cill, on the little incline of the ` L'shaped inside bar. This panorama included the groups of millennials partying on the veranda below. So whilst up out of the randomness, hustle and hustle he could still crowd scout, soaking up their ambiance whilst also quietly sip a beer, check e-mail, textbook and Face Good Book postal service on his old chic telephone.

Bob was quietly enjoying himself. There were still surfers out in the waving, families on the beach for a late walk and dog Zimmer frame. He could process out the top dog drinkers, thespian, dancer and romancers in the lads drinking below, plus the girls, all exhibiting traits he and his spouse all had seen and experienced in the past.

Slightly jealous of the Brigham Young 20'something lads, maybe a little relieved, no longer having the pressures of performing to move fellow or to motor hotel fille, although unlike them Bob had never had a real holiday Romance language in all his 55 eld, he lamented.

A woman brushed passed behind him to squeeze into the even more set-apart blot in the quoin, against the rampart on his left wing. Bob looked cycle to smile. She was a nice thin build, wore a nice close fitting contraband T-shirt, with a scant yellow platted summer dame hanging over a dainty tight bum.

She rested her soft boozing and mobile earpiece down on the far end of the window cill, propping herself on the last stool. She avoided any eye contact, her red hair with purple gloss highlights draped over black-rimmed crank, hiding her eyes. Once settled, she didn't really await up at the tantrum, just looked down and scrolled through her sound screen.

She appeared to be in her ahead of time XX, her pert breast not overly large but nice, trying to burst their way out of her loaded T-shirt. Bob would have liked to have got guessed their size of it, but he didn't even screw his wife's bra size, so had no gage to compare them against.

Bob's attention returned to his crapulence, the opinion and a tall blond who had just appeared into thought, walking her slight dog down the route to the beach. She was wearing those longsighted gym pants that showed off a pert pair of buttocks and lovely athletic legs.

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

She now had her fountainhead in her hands, murmuring to herself, in a quiet whisper that Bob couldn't hear. Her tone was wrath towards herself. He caught the odd"Why ..."and"again."

"Hi, I'm Bob, are you ok ? Lovely weather we're having"Bob just couldn't resist trying to improve his evening with a piffling light conversation with a young woman and hopefully better hers.

As a youth man Bob couldn't talk to pretty girls, his tongue would just get in the way ; he could barely blurt out a few words in care, let alone a full judgment of conviction. Now at his age he just had to think and word of honor just tumbled out.

She turned with a scolding tone, her white meat swung slightly, showing she was bra-less. Bob tried to keep back his middle upwards on her case ; he could just see her eyes burning through her over hanging fringe.

Her glasses that were the type you expect teacher or white lab pelage wearing scientists in makeup adverts to wear. They were propped up on a cover girl push olfactory organ, with nose and cheeks speckled with freckles that confirmed she was a genuine red head.

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

Her temperament changed and relaxed as soon as she caught great deal of him, Bob seemed that perfect safe non-threatening channel breaker to break on and see if the program was worth watching.

Bob interpreted that softening in her glare as an opportunity to preserve."Sorry, that was my best chat up line, if you want to talk, glad to. You don't have to recount me your hassle, but with me being a stranger I will be none the wiser and you will know your secrets will be secure with me. Or we could just gossip about Mr. Red Shirt down there, that is obviously mad about his best partner Mr. Liverpool shirt and not his girl admirer ?"Bob persevered.

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

Bob held his right paw out to her"shall we bug out again, Hi I'm Bob"

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

She held her hand out, and they lightly shook. She had gentle cool manus compared to Bob's big rough builder's hired man. She even smiled Bob thought she was a lovely pretty twenty-something.

"He's down there on the right with a young lady in a yellowish top seems to be with him, but he is touching his better half at every opportunity. Obviously he would rather desolate Mr. Liverpool shirt before Miss yellow dress."explained Bob.

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

"That I am, superb with other people's family relationship, knowing all, always right, but never with my own, I am useless at that, or so the wife tells me ..."said Bob. Then angrily to himself, ` for fuck's sake bob, first chance to talk to some lovely bird and you mention the wife - you've just given her a common cold shower ’.

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

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

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

"So, do you require to talk about your bad news ?"Bob pressed.

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

Bob laughed and she blushed and explained ...

"My latest failure of a long line of failures, I thought this was it after several calendar month and for once I had a human relationship, someone who loved me for what I am, but she arranged for her ex-boyfriend to just come about to be here with his couple and tried to get me postulate, I kicked her out of the holiday level yesterday. That was a text dumping me and assassinating me with all my traits and bad habits."

"She ?"blurted Bob"oh, good-for-naught ”, whilst not completely unlearned of Modern sexuality he was still shocked to find such a beauty as this to be a lesbian. Not his prototypal picture of a butch, man-hating bearded gentlewoman, but the one actually sat adjacent to him having a conversation.

"fountainhead, I am Bi-sexual, I love both genders and a few in-between,"she smiled, wondering if she could tease the player in Bob out into the open, to let out any hidden desires and possibly change the course of the evening, she then whispered,"but I do love a unspoilt clay dick,"giving Bob a wry smile.

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

"Ha ha, I am getting advantageously at this"she blurted & smiled with a questioning looking, leaving Bob not exactly for sure if she had joked or not.

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

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

Bob got up and went to the long end of the bar, got the bartender's tending and ordered. Whilst waiting he looked back at Anita, jeez she was lovely, her hair flowed nicely down her berm. He was please to see she was trying to sort herself out, pocketbook unresolved and playing with makeup and checking herself out in a thickset mirror, so hopefully she was feeling a little ripe about herself.

Anita thought she would stay and talk, Bob wasn't the first married man to engage with her. She could wait and see how long it would be before he tried to grope her in the corner or suggest a stifle trembler in the car park. It was her substantially alternative for entertainment at the moment.

Although he was Nice and being sweet to her, with a actual pursuit in her, her comment on liking potent tool hadn't change his tack of conversation, nor had he turned into a creepy, groping madman, so she decided to stay on this special pleasant channel surfed TV station.

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

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

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

"No you are right, my chat-up business line were always corny, I was never lucky- until I met my married woman Sue."he replied"but surely there are club, Old World chat room, singles dating apps that will get you in speck with other the great unwashed looking for the same."Said Bob, hoping he wasn't losing her by showing the propagation gap.

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

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

"What you need is a fresh starting signal to like yourself, and someone will care you too, that is what Sue used to tell her friends,"Bob said, trying to go as sympathetic as possible.

Bob and Anita continued to get on famously as the evening wore on, their conversation covering a wide-cut range of subject. She enjoyed being with a begetter physique that she never had, and he enjoyed her attention. They shared a common sense of humour despite the generation gap.

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

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

She had a lovely thin hour crank shape, her hip and skirt swaying with each stride. Bob lamented his older age, if only he was younger and she found him attractive.

She returned with a tray of 6 injection glasses, placed the tray between them, sat down and offered Bob one, as he took it she picked up one toasting Bob"here's to you Sponge Bob and the sun going down"grinned as she downed it in one.

Now darker with the bar just dimly lit by the gaudy poove lights they were in the shadower, the music had crept up louder, citizenry were coming and going off to clubs.

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

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

"Now come on Anita, anyone of these clubbers would love a pretty, gorgeous thing like you to be their girl, isn't your gay radar ringing at all this evening"said Bob showing up the propagation gap.

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

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

Anita couldn't believe her destiny he really was so genuinely good, he really was just talking to her for conversation. There was no groping or innuendo ; he was open about his desire for his married woman. It was afters how he tried to cheer her up by playing cupid with her now being single. His patriarchal attention and conversation made her feel the vacuum of that relationship she never had. Strangely, she wanted to share her surreptitious with him, to gain his approval and paternal support.

Anita leaned closer and her one hand lightly took Bob's left hand and drew it down between her leg, under her skirt to her privates, Bob felt her paw fiddle with her underwear and then a pocket-size limp strong cocktail sausage balloon like member dropped into his fingers.

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

Bob wasn't sure what she was doing, or what she expected him to do, but he knew what he was touching. He had never played with any former man's peter, let alone a beautiful woman with a hobble cocktail sausage. Not knowing what to do, oddity took hold, and he started twiddling his fingerbreadth around the modest flaccid tool that was now slowly waking up, like he was checking it was what he thought it was.

Looking into her eye, she was waiting for some form of response, but he didn't know what to say.

Gently rolling her growing hawkshaw in his fingers, long whist still a little in seismic disturbance, he took it in between his thumb and 2 fingers, whilst growing but still limp, sliding his fingers up and down along its growing length.

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

The quick limp light sausage continued to acquire and fill with blood. He could soon roll his hired man around it and just lightly compact it, as he continued to stroke it.

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

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

Bob went on,"So for an old wind, what is the veracious term, you know ? Are you gay, Lesbian, transgender or hybridisation bureau, I have noticed those aren't just socks stuffed down there"as he nodded to her breasts.

Anita smiled"Trans fair sex is one but I like T-girl. I was born a boy, growing up without parents around, just me and my sister I found I only fitted in with girlfriend. I loved their interests ; I fancied early boys, the feel of her apparel and underwear, which she caught me wearing her expert lingerie when new. Rather than her getting angry and ridiculing me, she supported me, helped me with sizing clothes, war paint, discussed other son but also helped me to have sex my dead body. I got some drugs to stop the testosterone and grow knocker. I live my lifespan as a woman but I just can't lose that last thing. I do just love both mine and former men's rooster. I have managed to save some money along the way for some spark surgical operation to help and pull off things to become what I wanted physically, but mentally it seems I am still not sure-footed enough enjoy what I now want now, a one to one committed relationship."

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

The first pic was stunning ; she was naked wearing full black brace, sheer Vee plunging knickers, black see-through low cut bra, no glasses, with a"ejaculate hither"look.

He flicked across a few more, some with penis tucked in or just poking out diverse panties, the last one with her led on her back, with Anita looking down through her breasts, between her pegleg high in the air ; dick loosely flopped to one side and anus on full display.

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

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

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

Anita smiled, gave the header of his dick one last soft squeeze play and withdrew her hand"Well role of my plan to be more convinced is to do more outdoor stuff, so I had looked at surfing lessons ; I've never swum in the sea, let alone surfed.

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

Bob smiled and turned to her"right that is a appointment then, I can swing by your seat at 9, we can both sustain breakfast then have surf moral together. I've only body boarded but not to the full surfing, so you can't back out and I can be there for backup ... come on Anita"Bob clapped his hands lightly in a mock football chant,"Anita surf those waves."

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

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

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

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

Anita's holiday apartment was the former incline of townspeople to Bob's. Once there Anita invited Bob in for a cup of tea or coffee, which he accepted, guessing it means the Saame today as it did when he was younger.

Bob wasn't sure why he had gone this far. He tried convincing himself that it was just for a cup of tea, but he knew if Anita put herself on a plate for him, he would take her. But he didn't know why, was his desire for some nix fruit, or just an uncommitted vessel, or to help her, repair her loss in a protective embrace, or just a late mid life crisis. He just didn't know, except he did lust after her and wanted carnal noesis of her body.

Anita let him in and showed him around the dainty holiday apartment, with one sleeping room reasonably sized with bathroom and kitchenette in the waiting area where she left him and disappeared.

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

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

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

"hem"Bob cleared his throat, as his penis throbbed into life, then to open him time to take it all in"give us a twirl sister wench"( a term he would never use with his married woman Sue ).

She stepped into the waiting area, raised her arms up above her headway clasping her hands together, revealing her shaved armpits, in fact excluding her tomentum, there was not a single tomentum on the rest of her torso as she slowly rotated, exaggerating her hip as her weight shifted from one groundwork to the early, that Bob could now see were in 4"high-pitched shiny black heeled shoes.

Her drawers were unresolved at the tush, with two strap coming from each hip at the waist, down, flesh out each cheek, cupping them, to disappear in between her ramification to her crotch, showing off her beautifully exposed rounded rear.

Bob let out a low whistle, She looked over her berm"pop likes ?"

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

Anita smiled and rotated to face him and stepped across the elbow room to him, as if she were on a fashion cat walk. Her arms dropped and her hands reached out to untie his belt, waist button then zip, pulling his shorts as wide as possible, reached in, she held his member loosely with one helping hand and pushed his bagger and shorts down enough to release his throbbing member from its confines.

"dada has been so good to his bread baby doll, she wants to honor him"she whispered as her lips touched his and softly kissed him. Her hand softly stroked his shaft, once released from the kiss ; she dropped downwards until Bob felt her breathing space on his now stiffened, throbbing member.

Bob looked down and watched her put her hand on his shaft hard at the base. He felt her lips, poise and damp as they landed on the skin at the end of his stiff peter, wrapping her mouth around his spade end, gradually sinking her backtalk down his shaft, he could finger her lingua warmly licking him inside her oral fissure.

Bob gasped, not having had a blow job since long before Sue. This was unbelievable. He watched and felt her suction, lap and lubricate his dick with her lovesome spit, running her rima oris up and down it, in meter with her thumb and forefinger masturbating him. He watched her head bobbing up and down on his now wet stiff rod ; he laid his script on her capitulum, enjoying it. She sped up with her free deal, lightly stroking his balls.

Feeling the familiar twinge in his balls and shaft, he needed to monish her."I can feel I'm going to cum Anita if you continue, but I don't want to waste it. After all that drink I'll barely make one slam, I want to have more of you"stated Bob, knowing that at this late hour, as tipsy drunkard as he was, if he came, it would be secret plan over and there was more for them both to enjoy, he didn't want just a recent night shock job or manus shandy, he wanted to be inside her, to ride her, for her to savor him and his manhood.

She pulled clear, stood up fully, now slightly mellow on her heel, and wrapped her hand around his dick hard."Come with me big boy"as she led him out, through the student residence, to the bedroom using his putz as a lead, holding on tight, walking that cat walk ...

Bob could accept come then, but was trying concentrated to retrieve of anything to quell the steaming vent in his balls ...

The bedroom was tidier than when she first showed it to him ; she sat on the bed, picked up a condom that was already there, opened it, hung it on the peel adorn tip of his erect pole and using her backtalk unrolled it on his stiff shaft.

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

Anita picked up a nursing bottle and poured some gel from it onto the stiffly erect fully filled safety"as it is your get-go sentence, don't be afraid to use loads of lube, first use your fingers lubed up to untie me up ”.

She rolled over, face down, beautiful buttocks up in the air, legs straight but spread apart. Her feet still in her high-heeled shoes planted wide apart on the floor, pulling her brass apart with her hands to expose her ring that was now calling to Bob. Bob took the bottleful, poured some gel into her impertinence crevice and with his fingerbreadth guided it to her tight get-go ring below.

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

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

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

Bob probed his finger deeper, starting to cycle it slowly in and out, taking Anita's gasps and humming as favourable reception. He then pressed a second towards the rim, Anita's crater's heftiness headliner twitched and relaxed, allowing him to participate a second finger without too much campaign and copied the rotation and pumping.

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

Bob pulled his finger's breadth slowly out, dropped some more lubricator on his safety and laid his cock's head teacher at her target headliner's opening that was calling him to go in. As he saw her muscle star relax he pushed, but no luck, so he used some support from his hand, guiding and pushing slightly down into her with his finger, until his read/write head squeezed, entering slowly, then to fly as it popped in.

Anita gasped,"Ahhh, fulfill me daddy, deeper in dada, your baby doll needs you ”.

Bob slowly pushed deeper in. Boy, this was tight, wrapped around him like a closely glove several sizes too humble. Anita also pushed back, still gasping.

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

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

"Oh, it's been so foresightful since I've had a nice cadaver tool inside me"Anita said"it's so much better than a stale strap-on ”. Hoping he could last and maybe manage a second jibe, it disappointed her not having him cum in her mouth.

"I'm glad you are enjoying it, this is incredible"answered Bob"but I want to see you revel it, can we do it with you on your vertebral column, so we're face to face up ?"

"Ohhhh yeessss"Anita gasped,"that is so much serious, I want to see you savour me, the same way you please me ”.

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

Anita rolled over with a huge grin on her cheek, removed her bra to release her bouncing impertinent titty, led on her back, raised her stocking-clad legs up above her and with an arm under each human knee pulled them back, so her feet, with her cad, were either side of her foreland, exposing her sensation clad cave as an inviting butt for him to enter again, looking up she asked for more lube.

It transfixed Bob, she was stunning, and her black in high spirits heels were a existent turn on with the disgraceful underwear.

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

He poured some more lube on both him and her wizard winking cavity, but also onto her half flaccid warm sausage, leaning in close, engaging the tip of his remains rod to her make relaxed cavity and pushed. This clip he just popped straight in, Anita gasped and kept her mouth heart-to-heart, her eyes on him.

As he continued to slue in deep she nodded in approval, her mouth open, gasping. Bob slid in and out, initially dumb and long, then increasing his tempo"oh, oh, oh, please, firmly"Anita pleaded with her eyes locked on him.

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

Bob leaned on her retrousse thigh with one hand and his other hand softly held her lubed limp warm sausage between his thumb and forefinger and repeated to stroke her, gently rolling it"oooh yes daddy"Anita approved.

It turned Bob on, exciting this beautiful young fair sex's peter throbbing into pie-eyed life, slowly reaching for the sky. He increased both his hold on it and the length of his stroke of his hand along its duration. He stroked her in clock time with pulsating his own dick into her Anita was now grunting rhythmically with each stab"umph, umph, umph ”, mouth assailable, eyes begging him to drive deeply and harder inside her.

Bob could palpate that sensation in his own balls and stiff rod he was right on the edge of coming. He raised the tempo again, now bouncing off her tooshie with a resounding slap. He sped up his wanking of Anita to double over time on her now fully raise appendage in his blotto grip. After geezerhood of drill bob knew that this would feel capital for her.

Anita's eyes were almost rolling round the backbone of her head in ecstasy, sassing capable"yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck me daddy."

Then just as Bob thought that was his limit, he felt her love tunnel muscles grip him tighter, Anita squealed"Fuuuuuuuuck Yeeeeeeesss"as a vast narrow rope of cum jet from Anita's own tip and she gave a yelp of pleasure"wooooooohh ”, as another huge rope of cum looped in the air. With his pollex and forefinger, he squeezed the finish drip of cum out of Anita and released his grip on her deflating rod.

This was too much for Bob, feeling that comrade pressure surging from his balls, watching her breasts leap, seeing her orgasmic joy proven by her released cum all on her venter and breasts was too much, he released his own volcano into her, driving his appendage deep into her and feeling its release and it was his turn to vocalise his pleasure"yeeeeahhhhhhhhhaaa ”.

Bob pressed his dick into her as long as potential, then as his spent rod deflated he, he held the base end of his safe and withdrew, enraptured that he had given Anita such a climactic coming, looking down at her beaming, grinning face.

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

Bob was aghast but also massively turned on, leaning forward and French kissed her, tasting his own cum whilst at the Same time disgusted with himself, not believing he was enjoying this, as it went against every red-blooded male mobile phone in his body. Now not bothered about the ethics or the taste of cum, he lapped with his tongue at her cum all over her breasts and belly, having to swallow it down.

Anita wrapped her free branch behind him and pulled him over onto her, causing them to hang onto the bed, the twain of them kissing and laughing.

They hugged, both all sticky and sweaty, Bob exhausted drifted off to catch some Z's whilst still stroking the small of Anita's back.

Bob woke later, in the nighttime, now with a eiderdown thrown over them both and Anita wrapped around him, he checked his watch–Fuck 3am.

He jumped up, waking up Anita,"sorry Anita love I have to go, there is only so much I can explain to the wife ”, he grabbed his gear, returned to kiss her and hope to see her in the dayspring and almost ran across Ithiel Town back to his apartment.

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

To Be Continued *******