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You know what is good about being old ? You don't have to interest about what mass think of you. After nearly thirty eld of marriage there isn't that pressure sensation to do, or even try to print or obtain results from new kinship.

This confidence of his age had brought Bob to this cheap busy beach incline pop up bar, plus it gave a great vista across the beach. He had chosen a silence stool position to sit alone high gear up at a shallow table windowpane cill, on the unretentive side of the ` L'shaped inside bar. This aspect included the groups of millennials partying on the veranda below. So whilst up out of the noise, con and bustle he could still crowd lookout man, soaking up their atmosphere whilst also quietly sip a beer, baulk electronic mail, texts and Face Good Book posts on his old smart telephone set.

Bob was quietly enjoying himself. There were still surfers out in the waves, families on the beach for a recent base on balls and dog footer. He could function out the top dog toper, players, dancers and romancers in the lads drinking below, plus the missy, all exhibiting traits he and his match all had seen and experienced in the past.

Slightly jealous of the Brigham Young 20'something lads, maybe a footling save, no longer having the pressures of performing to affect fellow or to court girls, although unlike them Bob had never had a real holiday romance in all his 55 years, he lamented.

A woman brushed passed behind him to force into the even more apart spot in the quoin, against the paries on his left wing. Bob looked round to smile. She was a nice lose weight human body, wore a prissy close agree black tee shirt, with a short yellow platted summertime skirt suspension over a nice tight bum.

She rested her soft boozing and Mobile River telephone down on the far end of the windowpane cill, propping herself on the last fecal matter. She avoided any eye contact, her red hair with majestic gloss highlights draped over black-rimmed looking glass, hiding her eyes. Once settled, she didn't really calculate up at the view, just looked down and scrolled through her speech sound screen.

She appeared to be in her early twenty, her pert bosom not overly large but squeamish, trying to bust their way out of her tight jersey. Bob would have liked to own guessed their size, but he didn't even know his married woman's bra sizing, so had no gauge to compare them against.

Bob's attention returned to his boozing, the sentiment and a tall blonde who had just appeared into view, walking her slight dog down the road to the beach. She was wearing those farsighted gym knickers that showed off a pert duo of buttocks and lovely athletic legs.

After a myopic while, Bob heard a repress sob to his left. He glanced across to reassert it was the woman sat in the recession. 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 caput in her hired man, murmuring to herself, in a quiet whisper that Bob couldn't hear. Her tone was anger towards herself. He caught the odd"Why ..."and"again."

"Hi, I'm Bob, are you ok ? Lovely weather we're having"Bob just couldn't resist trying to ameliorate his evening with a little light conversation with a offspring fair sex and hopefully better hers.

As a Young man Bob couldn't talk to pretty little girl, his natural language would just get in the way ; he could barely blunder out out a few row in fear, let alone a full conviction. Now at his age he just had to think and words just tumbled out.

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

Her looking glass that were the case you expect teachers or white lab pelage wearing scientists in makeup adverts to weary. They were propped up on a lovely button nozzle, with wind and face speckled with freckle that confirmed she was a genuine red head.

Anita was used to being pestered and usually she enjoyed the attending, 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 strawman of her as she didn't have any real long-term protagonist. So she was used to adapting to new friendships, just like switching telly distribution channel, to track the next relationship fix, no subject how shallow or superfluous.

Her temperament changed and relaxed as soon as she caught hatful of him, Bob seemed that gross prophylactic non-threatening channel surf to hesitate on and see if the program was deserving watching.

Bob interpreted that softening in her glare as an chance to continue."Sorry, that was my best chat up line, if you want to talk, happy to. You don't have to differentiate me your trouble, but with me being a unknown I will be none the wiser and you will know your arcanum will be condom with me. Or we could just chatter about Mr. Red Shirt down there, that is obviously mad about his in effect mate Mr. Liverpool shirt and not his girl Quaker ?"Bob persevered.

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

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

She turned to him, brushing her hairsbreadth back to uncover her case, smiled, with rent still dribbling down her face,"Hi I'm Anita"she sniffed, grabbed a napkin off the board and wiped her side dry and blew her nose..

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

"He's down there on the right hand with a girl in a yellow-bellied top seems to be with him, but he is touching his mate at every opportunity. Obviously he would rather waste Mr. Liverpool shirt before girl yellow dress."explained Bob.

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

"That I am, brainy with other people's relationships, 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 hoot and you mention the wife - you've just given her a cold cascade ’.

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

"6 understructure under the patio back family, no that's the ex."Bob joked, hoping to relieve the conversation.

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

"So, do you need to peach about your bad news ?"Bob pressed.

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

Bob laughed and she blushed and explained ...

"My latest failure of a yearn line of failures, I thought this was it after various calendar month and for once I had a relationship, mortal who loved me for what I am, but she arranged for her ex-boyfriend to just happen to be here with his married person and tried to get me involved, I kicked her out of the vacation flat 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 unknowing of mod sex he was still shocked to find such a stunner as this to be a gay woman. Not his archetypical picture of a dyke, man-hating bearded lady, but the one actually sat next to him having a conversation.

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

Now it was Bob's turn to crimson, although after a lifetime of mixing with extrovert bikers, this remark wasn't untoward nor out of character for some of his friends. But it stirred his own shaft, with just the persuasion of it.

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

Bob had nearly finished his drink, drained it and lifted the discharge shabu to offer"would you like one ?"

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

Bob got up and went to the long end of the bar, got the bartender's attending and ordered. Whilst waiting he looked back at Anita, jeez she was lovely, her hair's-breadth flowed nicely down her berm. He was pleased to see she was trying to sieve herself out, handbag undecided and playing with makeup and checking herself out in a compact mirror, so hopefully she was feeling a little undecomposed about herself.

Anita thought she would stay and talk, Bob wasn't the first get hitched with man to engage with her. She could wait and see how prospicient it would be before he tried to grope her in the corner or suggest a knee trembler in the car park. It was her in force option for amusement at the present moment.

Although he was nice and being sweet to her, with a genuine interest in her, her input on liking stiff cocks hadn't variety his tack of conversation, nor had he turned into a creepy, groping maniac, so she decided to quell on this item pleasant channel surfed TV station.

Bob returned and placed the drinks down, closer together, so he could pull his feces closer to her. The sun was very low on the horizon and even with the bar faggot lights on, they were in a fall glow.

Bob looked down at the verandah again"Anita, leave the ex, there are plenty more Fish in the sea, missy Yellow Dress may look for a shoulder to cry on when she catches Mr. & Mr. ravaging each other 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 Danton True Young it wasn't leisurely to rip, even as a pinch like you ?"replied Anita smiling.

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

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

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

"What you need is a fresh showtime to like yourself, and mortal will like you too, that is what Sue used to tell her protagonist,"Bob said, trying to sound as sympathetic as possible.

Bob and Anita continued to get on famously as the eve wore on, their conversation covering a wide range of mountains of topics. She enjoyed being with a father figure that she never had, and he enjoyed her attending. They shared a common good sense of mood despite the generation gap.

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

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

She had a lovely thin hour ice shape, her hip and bird swaying with each step. Bob lamented his former age, if only he was younger and she found him attractive.

She returned with a tray of 6 shot spyglass, 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 cheap faerie illumination they were in the shadows, the music had crept up louder, people were coming and going off to clubs.

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

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

"Now come on Anita, anyone of these clubbers would sleep with a pretty, gorgeous affair like you to be their lady friend, isn't your gay radar ringing at all this even"said Bob showing up the contemporaries gap.

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

"But you are stunning, your tomentum, your organic structure, especially with those lentigo,"defended Bob grinning at her.

Anita couldn't believe her portion he really was so genuinely honest, he really was just talking to her for conversation. There was no groping or innuendo ; he was open about his desire for his wife. It was angelical how he tried to cheer her up by playing cupid with her now being single. His patriarchal upkeep and conversation made her flavour the emptiness of that relationship she never had. Strangely, she wanted to share her secret with him, to gain ground his approval and paternal support.

Anita leaned closer and her one deal lightly took Bob's left deal and drew it down between her legs, under her skirt to her crotch, Bob felt her hand fiddle with her underwear and then a little limp warm cocktail sausage like member dropped into his finger's breadth.

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

Bob wasn't sure what she was doing, or what she expected him to do, but he knew what he was touching. He had never played with any other man's prick, let alone a beautiful woman with a hitch cocktail sausage. Not knowing what to do, curio took wait, and he started twiddling his fingers around the small flaccid dick that was now slowly waking up, like he was checking it was what he thought it was.

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

Gently rolling her growing dick in his fingers, whist still a little in shock, he took it in between his thumb and 2 finger, whilst growing but still limp, sliding his finger's breadth up and down along its growing length.

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

The strong hobble inadequate sausage continued to grow and fill with pedigree. He could soon drift his manus around it and just lightly squeeze it, as he continued to stroke it.

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

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

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

Anita smiled"Trans cleaning woman is one but I like T-girl. I was born a boy, growing up without parents around, just me and my sister I found I only fitted in with girls. I loved their stake ; I fancied other boys, the feel of her dress and underclothes, which she caught me wearing her best lingerie when Lester Willis Young. quite than her getting furious and ridiculing me, she supported me, helped me with sizing wearing apparel, war paint, discussed other boys but also helped me to love my torso. I got some drugs to stop the testosterone and grow titty. I live my animation as a cleaning woman but I just can't lose that cobbler's last thing. I do just love both mine and other men's prick. I have managed to save some money along the way for some light surgical procedure to help and fine-tune thing to suit what I wanted physically, but mentally it seems I am still not confident enough enjoy what I now want now, a one to one committed relationship."

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

The showtime photo was stunning ; she was naked wearing wax black suspenders, see-through Vee plunging knickers, black see-through low cut bra, no field glass, with a"semen hither"look.

He flicked across a few Thomas More, some with penis tucked in or just poking out several scanty, the live on one with her led on her back, with Anita looking down through her breasts, between her legs high up in the air ; dick loosely flopped to one face and anus on full display.

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

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

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

Anita smiled, gave the head of his dick one last subdued power play and withdrew her deal"wellspring constituent of my design to be more surefooted is to do more outdoor stuff, so I had looked at surfing example ; I've never swum in the sea, let alone surfed.

I checked out the surf schools this afternoon, but was too nervous to book anything ; the one I liked said they had handiness from 11am tomorrow. They do the wooing hire, boards and deterrent example all in."

Bob smiled and turned to her"rightfield that is a date then, I can swing out by your berth at 9, we can both own breakfast then have surf deterrent example together. I've only body boarded but not total surfriding, so you can't back out and I can be there for support ... 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 arms around Bob in a hug, kissing him on the cheek.

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

"Today has been worked up, so I am glad you were here to chat with me, it's been lovely drop time with my daddy and tomorrow would just be godly. I assume you are going to take the air me home and then you'll know where to find me ?"

"Obviously I can't have a girl 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 flat was the other side of townsfolk to Bob's. Once there Anita invited Bob in for a cup of tea or coffee berry, which he accepted, guessing it means the same 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 collection plate for him, he would convey her. But he didn't know why, was his desire for some forbidden fruit, or just an available vessel, or to avail her, repair her loss in a protective embrace, or just a deep mid life crisis. He just didn't know, except he did lust after her and wanted carnal knowledge of her body.

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

Bob filled & turned on the kettledrum, busying himself finding cups, Milk and tea bagful.

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

Stood there provocatively framed in the doorway, glasses gone, in bleak lace stockings that accentuated her leg length as they sat high up up, almost to her crotch with self-holding height, hip high black see-through knickers that dove in a vee to her penis, which was only just tucked in what little textile there was at the theme of the vee. She wore a blackamoor see-through bra, which gave her quite a segmentation, revealing nice pert nipples through the pattern.

"Ahem"Bob cleared his pharynx, as his penis throbbed into sprightliness, then to kick in him prison term to take it all in"give us a twist infant doll"( a term he would never use with his wife Sue ).

She stepped into the lounge, raised her weapon system up above her head clasping her hands together, revealing her shaved armpits, in fact excluding her hair, there was not a individual hair on the rest of her consistency as she slowly rotated, exaggerating her hip as her weight shifted from one infantry to the other, that Bob could now see were in 4"high shining black heeled shoes.

Her knee pants were out-of-doors at the behind, with two shoulder strap coming from each hip at the waist, down, round each cheek, cupping them, to disappear in between her leg to her private parts, showing off her beautifully exposed rounded rear.

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

"Daddy sure does"Answered Bob, trying not to drivel ; his penis was bursting at his short circuit zip.

Anita smiled and rotated to face him and stepped across the room to him, as if she were on a fashion cat walk. Her arms dropped and her bridge player reached out to undo his belt, waist push button then zip, pulling his shorts as wide as possible, reached in, she held his penis loosely with one hand and pushed his boxers and shorts down enough to let go his throbbing member from its confines.

"Daddy has been so good to his sugar baby skirt, she wants to reward him"she whispered as her lips touched his and softly kissed him. Her hand softly stroked his putz, once released from the kiss ; she dropped downwards until Bob felt her breathing place 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, cool and damp as they landed on the skin at the end of his clay prick, wrapping her sass around his nigger end, gradually sinking her mouth down his shaft, he could feel her clapper warmly licking him inside her oral fissure.

Bob gasped, not having had a setback job since long before Sue. This was incredible. He watched and felt her suck, lap and lube his putz with her warm saliva, running her mouth up and down it, in clock time with her thumb and index finger masturbating him. He watched her head bobbing up and down on his now wet stiff rod ; he laid his manus on her head, enjoying it. She sped up with her free hired hand, lightly stroking his balls.

Feeling the companion pang in his balls and shaft, he needed to warn her."I can palpate I'm going to cum Anita if you continue, but I don't want to pine away it. After all that drink I'll barely make one stroke, I want to possess more of you"stated Bob, knowing that at this previous hour, as potty drunk as he was, if he came, it would be game over and there was Sir Thomas More for them both to enjoy, he didn't want just a lately night blow job or hired hand shandygaff, he wanted to be inside her, to devolve on her, for her to enjoy him and his manhood.

She pulled clear, stood up fully, now slightly higher on her heels, and wrapped her helping hand around his dick hard."Come with me big boy"as she led him out, through the hall, to the bedroom using his dick as a lede, holding on tight, walking that cat paseo ...

Bob could have come then, but was trying gruelling to recollect of anything to stay the steaming vent in his balls ...

The sleeping accommodation was tidier than when she first showed it to him ; she sat on the bed, picked up a safety that was already there, opened it, hung it on the skin clothed tip of his erect perch and using her mouth unrolled it on his remains shaft.

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

Anita picked up a bottleful and poured some gel from it onto the stiffly erect fully filled condom"as it is your commencement prison term, don't be afraid to use lots of lube, first use your fingers lubed up to undo me up ”.

She rolled over, face down, beautiful buttocks up in the air, legs straight but disseminate apart. Her ft still in her high-heeled shoes planted wide apart on the floor, pulling her cheeks apart with her hand to expose her ring that was now calling to Bob. Bob took the bottle, poured some gel into her cheek crevice and with his fingerbreadth guided it to her stiff start ring below.

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

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

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

Bob probed his finger deeper, starting to oscillation it slowly in and out, taking Anita's gasp and hum as approving. He then pressed a second towards the rim, Anita's crater's muscle star topology twitched and relaxed, allowing him to enter a second digit without too practically effort and copied the rotation and pumping.

"Mmmmmm that's gracious, so gracious, now try it with your magic baton, daddy I want your sorcerous scepter inside me"

Bob pulled his finger's breadth slowly out, dropped some more lube on his condom and laid his rooster's head at her target star's possible action that was calling him to record. As he saw her muscle sensation relax he pushed, but no hazard, so he used some support from his hired hand, guiding and pushing slightly down into her with his finger, until his head squeezed, entering slowly, then to vanish as it popped in.

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

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

Bob tried to be as gentle as possible, not knowing whether he was doing right or wrongly, for him it was excitingly erotic, it was forbidden fruit. He now knew why people raved about anal retentive sex ; her arse was a monolithic bit on, just so peachy beneath him as he watched himself sliding in and out. Her underwear just added to the delicacy. It was getting well-off, and he was getting into his stride.

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

"Oh, it's been so long since I've had a nice stiff cock inside me"Anita said"it's so much better than a frigidity strap-on ”. Hoping he could concluding and maybe manage a secondment jibe, it disappointed her not having him cum in her mouth.

"I'm sword lily you are enjoying it, this is incredible"answered Bob"but I want to see you bask it, can we do it with you on your back, so we're face to face ?"

"Ohhhh yeessss"Anita gasped,"that is so lots better, I want to see you enjoy 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 immense smile on her face, removed her bra to release her bouncing pert chest, led on her back, raised her stocking-clad legs up above her and with an arm under each knee pulled them back, so her feet, with her heels, were either side of her head, exposing her star clad cave as an inviting target for him to enter again, looking up she asked for more lube.

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

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

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

As he continued to slide in deeper she nodded in approval, her sass open, gasping. Bob slid in and out, initially slow and long, then increasing his pace"oh, oh, oh, please, voiceless"Anita pleaded with her optic locked on him.

Bob was still stood on the trading floor, leaning into her impertinence with his push,"oh, yes, oh, yeah, do me, fuck me."Anita continued.

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

It turned Bob on, exciting this beautiful untried char's cock throbbing into stiffer life-time, slowly reaching for the sky. He increased both his detainment on it and the duration of his stroke of his hand along its length. 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 undefendable, eyes begging him to drive deeper and harder inside her.

Bob could feel that aesthesis in his own balls and stiffly rod he was right on the edge of coming. He raised the tempo again, now bouncing off her tush with a echo smacking. He sped up his wanking of Anita to double time on her now fully erect member in his tight grip. After geezerhood of recitation bob knew that this would feel dandy for her.

Anita's optic were almost rolling round the rachis of her head in ecstasy, sass candid"yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck me daddy."

Then just as Bob thought that was his limit, he felt her do it burrow muscles grip him loaded, Anita squealed"Fuuuuuuuuck Yeeeeeeesss"as a huge narrow rope of cum jet from Anita's own tip and she gave a yelp of joy"wooooooohh ”, as another huge circle of cum looped in the air. With his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed the lowest drip of cum out of Anita and released his delay on her deflating rod.

This was too very much for Bob, feeling that fellow force per unit area surging from his balls, watching her tit bounce, seeing her orgasmic joy proven by her released cum all on her abdomen and bosom was too very much, he released his own volcano into her, driving his member deep into her and feeling its release and it was his spell to vocalise his joy"yeeeeahhhhhhhhhaaa ”.

Bob pressed his tool into her as long as possible, then as his spent rod deflated he, he held the Base end of his condom and withdrew, ecstatic that he had given Anita such a climactic orgasm, looking down at her beaming, grinning face.

Just as he was about to just unclothe the safe off, Anita's sat up, her hand came over and slipped it off for him, not losing a drop, inverted it and squeezed his cum out, running her digit from the tit to open-end, pouring it into her open rima oris, 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 cell 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 tit and stomach, having to swallow it down.

Anita wrapped her free peg behind him and pulled him over onto her, causing them to come down onto the bed, the pair of them kissing and laughing.

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

Bob woke later, in the wickedness, now with a duvet 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 a great deal I can excuse to the wife ”, he grabbed his gear, returned to kiss her and promise to see her in the dawn and almost ran across town back to his apartment.

He convinced his wife he had met up with some sonny boy on a stag do, that got him into a foam club company, so he could explain the former hour and the exhibitioner with his clothes on, washing away any cum stains.

To Be Continued *******