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You know what is good about being old ? You don't have to worry about what hoi polloi think of you. After nearly thirty years of matrimony there isn't that pressing to perform, or even try to ingrain or receive results from new kinship.

This sureness of his age had brought Bob to this loud meddlesome beach side pop up bar, plus it gave a neat view across the beach. He had chosen a quiet toilet billet to sit alone high-pitched up at a shallow table window cill, on the short side of the ` L'shaped inside bar. This persuasion included the mathematical group of millennials partying on the veranda below. So whilst up out of the randomness, hustle and hustle he could still crowd together watch, soaking up their atmosphere whilst also quietly sip a beer, check emails, texts and font rule book posts on his old impudent phone.

Bob was quietly enjoying himself. There were still surfers out in the moving ridge, folk on the beach for a late walk of life and dog Zimmer. He could figure out out the top dog juicer, players, dancers and romancers in the lad drinking below, plus the girl, all exhibiting traits he and his Ilex paraguariensis all had seen and experienced in the past.

Slightly overjealous of the young 20'something bloke, maybe a little salve, no longer having the force per unit area of performing to strike spouse or to court girls, although unlike them Bob had never had a veridical holiday romance in all his 55 years, he lamented.

A woman brushed passed behind him to squeeze into the even more isolated spot in the corner, against the bulwark on his left. Bob looked round to smile. She was a nice thin shape, wore a decent close fitting Negroid T-shirt, with a short yellow platted summer skirt hanging over a Nice tight bum.

She rested her soft drinkable and mobile speech sound down on the far end of the windowpane cill, propping herself on the final stage stool. She avoided any eye contact lens, her red hair with purple polish highlights draped over black-rimmed spectacles, hiding her eyes. Once settled, she didn't really look up at the scene, just looked down and scrolled through her sound screen.

She appeared to be in her ahead of time twenties, her pert white meat not overly large but nice, trying to burst their way out of her plastered T-shirt. Bob would have liked to give guessed their size, but he didn't even know his wife's bra size, so had no bore to compare them against.

Bob's attention returned to his drink, the view and a improbable blond who had just appeared into view, walking her little dog down the road to the beach. She was wearing those long gym pants that showed off a pert pair of fundament and lovely gymnastic legs.

After a poor spell, Bob heard a repress sob to his left field. He glanced across to confirm it was the 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 heading in her hands, 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 meliorate his evening with a little light conversation with a new woman and hopefully improve hers.

As a young man Bob couldn't public lecture to pretty girlfriend, his tongue would just get in the way ; he could barely blurt out a few Word in fear, let alone a full condemnation. Now at his age he just had to think and quarrel just tumbled out.

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

Her glasses that were the type you expect teacher or white lab coating wearing scientists in makeup adverts to tire. They were propped up on a lovely push nose, 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 man of her as she didn't have any substantial semipermanent friends. So she was used to adapting to new friendly relationship, just like switching video channels, to chamfer the side by side relationship fix, no affair how shoal or superfluous.

Her temperament changed and relaxed as soon as she caught sight of him, Bob seemed that perfect safe non-threatening channel surf to pause on and see if the programme was worth watching.

Bob interpreted that softening in her glare as an opportunity to carry on."Sorry, that was my best chat up line, if you want to talk, happy to. You don't have to separate me your hassle, but with me being a stranger I will be none the wiser and you will roll in the hay your closed book will be safety with me. Or we could just chaffer about Mr. Red Shirt down there, that is obviously mad about his best first mate Mr. Liverpool shirt and not his little girl protagonist ?"Bob persevered.

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

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

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

She held her helping hand out, and they lightly shook. She had soft cool off men compared to Bob's big gravelly builder's hands. She even smiled Bob thought she was a lovely middling twenty-something.

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

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

"That I am, brilliant 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 fortune to spill to some lovely bird and you mention the wife - you've just given her a cold shower ’.

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

"6 pes under the patio back home plate, no that's the ex."Bob joked, hoping to lighten the conversation.

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

"So, do you want to spill 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 raft on a patio"her eyes sparkled.

Bob laughed and she blushed and explained ...

"My later unsuccessful person of a long line of failures, I thought this was it after several calendar month and for once I had a relationship, person who loved me for what I am, but she arranged for her ex-boyfriend to just occur to be here with his mate and tried to get me mired, I kicked her out of the holiday compressed yesterday. That was a text dumping me and assassinating me with all my traits and bad habits."

"She ?"blurted Bob"oh, dreary ”, whilst not completely ignorant of modern sexuality he was still shocked to find such a dish as this to be a sapphic. Not his prototypal picture of a dike, 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 in-between,"she smiled, wondering if she could tease the thespian in Bob out into the open, to expose any hidden desires and possibly shift the trend of the eve, she then whispered,"but I do love a good cadaver cock,"giving Bob a wry smile.

Now it was Bob's play to blush, although after a life-time of mixing with extraverted rockers, this comment wasn't untoward nor out of character for some of his friends. But it stirred his own prick, with just the thought of it.

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

Bob had nearly finished his potable, drained it and lifted the abandon meth to tender"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 way of life 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 barkeeper's attention and ordered. Whilst waiting he looked back at Anita, jeez she was lovely, her fuzz flowed nicely down her shoulder joint. He was pleased to see she was trying to sieve herself out, purse open and playing with makeup and checking herself out in a compact mirror, so hopefully she was feeling a little in effect about herself.

Anita thought she would stay and lecture, Bob wasn't the first married man to betroth with her. She could expect and see how long it would be before he tried to grope her in the niche or advise a knee trembler in the car park. It was her best option for entertainment at the instant.

Although he was nice and being sweet to her, with a genuine involvement in her, her comment on liking soaked turncock hadn't change his tack of conversation, nor had he turned into a creepy, groping maniac, so she decided to stay on this especial pleasant groove surfed TV station.

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

Bob looked down at the veranda again"Anita, forget the ex, there are plenty more fish in the sea, fille Yellow garb may look for a shoulder joint to cry on when she catches Mr. & Mr. ravaging each other later ? What the acrobatic blond 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 offspring it wasn't well-fixed to root for, even as a catch like you ?"replied Anita smiling.

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

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

"Ok sorry, you don't have to enjoin me if you don't want to, we can keep thing light,"said Bob, trying not to miss such a nice engagement.

"What you need is a fresh start to like yourself, and someone will wish you too, that is what Sue used to tell her friends,"Bob said, trying to sound as good-hearted as possible.

Bob and Anita continued to get on famously as the evening wore on, their conversation covering a wide grasp of topic. She enjoyed being with a father figure that she never had, and he enjoyed her tending. They shared a vernacular horse 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 visualise some stroke ; I'll mix and match if you don't know what you like ?"

She stood up ; Bob nodded and finished his pint, turning so he could watch her walkway away. A few measure down the bar she turned to fascinate him watching her, cheekily smiled and wagged her digit at him, like a gamy boy, then continued on once she saw him blush.

She had a lovely thin hour glass pattern, her hip and skirt swaying with each stride. Bob lamented his erstwhile age, if only he was jr. and she found him attractive.

She returned with a tray of 6 snapshot 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 parazoan Bob and the sun going down"grinned as she downed it in one.

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

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

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

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

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

"But you are stunning, your haircloth, your body, especially with those lentigo,"defended Bob grinning at her.

Anita couldn't believe her fate he really was so genuinely fair, he really was just talking to her for conversation. There was no groping or insinuation ; he was open air about his desire for his wife. It was scented how he tried to exhort her up by playing cupid with her now being I. His patriarchal caution and conversation made her feel the void of that relationship she never had. Strangely, she wanted to parcel her cloak-and-dagger with him, to gain his commendation and paternal support.

Anita leaned closer and her one mitt lightly took Bob's left helping hand and drew it down between her stage, under her skirt to her genital organ, Bob felt her hand violin with her underclothing and then a modest limp warm cocktail blimp like member dropped into his finger's breadth.

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 other man's cock, let alone a beautiful womanhood with a limp cocktail sausage. Not knowing what to do, curio took handle, and he started twiddling his finger around the small flaccid shaft 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 putz in his fingerbreadth, whist still a small in seismic disturbance, he took it in between his pollex and 2 fingers, whilst growing but still limp, sliding his fingers 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 warm hobble short sausage continued to raise and fill with ancestry. He could soon roll his handwriting around it and just lightly squash it, as he continued to stroke it.

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

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

Bob went on,"So for an old farting, what is the redress condition, you know ? Are you gay, lesbian, transgender or cross chest of drawers, I have noticed those aren't just socks stuffed down there"as he nodded to her breasts.

Anita smiled"Trans woman is one but I like T-girl. I was born a boy, growing up without parents around, just me and my baby I found I only fitted in with missy. I loved their interestingness ; I fancied former boys, the feel of her clothes and underwear, which she caught me wearing her best lingerie when Young. sort of than her getting raging and ridiculing me, she supported me, helped me with sizing clothes, makeup, discussed former boys but also helped me to be intimate my body. I got some drugs to stop the testosterone and grow breast. I live my living as a woman but I just can't suffer that last matter. I do just get it on both mine and other men's shaft. I have managed to save some money along the way for some wakeful operation to serve and pull off thing to get 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 want to see me in all my glory"Anita continued, wanting to up the stakes, as she flicked with her earpiece and showed Bob the screen.

The outset photo was stunning ; she was bare wearing replete black suspenders, filmy Vee plunging drawers, bleak vapourous low cut bra, no glasses, with a"come hither"look.

He flicked across a few More, some with penis tucked in or just poking out several panties, the lowest one with her led on her back, with Anita looking down through her knocker, between her legs high in the air ; dick loosely flopped to one slope and anus on wide-cut display.

Bob found himself turned on and his own phallus stiffening to rock hard as he flicked through her album of erotic photograph but surprised to see 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 photograph, thanks."Bob said, as he handed back the phone"So what are the plans for tomorrow ? I'm rid"

Anita smiled, gave the head of his dick one last soft wring and withdrew her hand"Well percentage of my plan to be more confident is to do more outdoor stuff, so I had looked at surfing object lesson ; I've never swum in the sea, let alone surfed.

I checked out the surf shoal this afternoon, but was too neural to book anything ; the one I liked said they had availableness from 11am tomorrow. They do the wooing hire, boards and lessons all in."

Bob smiled and turned to her"rightfield that is a date then, I can drop by your place at 9, we can both have breakfast then have surf moral together. I've only body boarded but not full surfing, 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 game chant,"Anita surf those waves."

"Oh, that would be lovely,"Squealed Anita in joy, wrapping her arms around Bob in a hug, kissing him on the cheek.

Anita was gladiola she had spent such a overnice evening and now she wanted his desire and love, like all the others, just for a few 60 minutes, 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 gladiolus you were here to gossip with me, it's been lovely spending time with my daddy and tomorrow would just be divine. I assume you are going to walk me nursing 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 commode, 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 tree, 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 scale for him, he would take her. But he didn't know why, was his desire for some forbidden yield, or just an uncommitted watercraft, or to help her, repair her passing in a protective embracement, or just a late mid life-time crisis. He just didn't know, except he did lust after her and wanted animal noesis of her body.

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

Bob filled & turned on the kettle, busying himself finding cups, milk and tea bags.

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

Stood there provocatively framed in the room access, glasses gone, in black lace stockings that accentuated her leg duration as they sat eminent up, almost to her genitalia with self-holding tops, hip senior high black-market diaphanous knickers that dove in a vee to her penis, which was only just tucked in what little material there was at the al-Qaeda of the vee. She wore a Shirley Temple Black vapourous bra, which gave her quite a segmentation, revealing nice pert nipples through the pattern.

"Ahem"Bob cleared his throat, as his penis throbbed into life-time, then to hand him time to subscribe it all in"give us a whirl sister doll"( a condition he would never use with his married woman Sue ).

She stepped into the waiting room, raised her weapons system up above her head clasping her script together, revealing her shaved axillary fossa, in fact excluding her whisker, there was not a single hair on the rest of her consistence as she slowly rotated, exaggerating her hip as her weight shifted from one foot to the other, that Bob could now see were in 4"richly shiny black heeled shoes.

Her drawers were receptive at the fundament, with two shoulder strap coming from each hip at the waistline, down, round out each boldness, cupping them, to disappear in between her leg to her crotch, showing off her beautifully exposed rounded rear.

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

"Daddy sure does"Answered Bob, trying not to dribble ; his penis was bursting at his shorts zip.

Anita smiled and rotated to face him and stepped across the room to him, as if she were on a fashion cat base on balls. Her arms dropped and her helping hand reached out to unmake his whack, waist clit then zip, pulling his boxershorts as wide as possible, reached in, she held his member loosely with one hired man and pushed his boxers and shorts down enough to release his throbbing fellow member from its confines.

"papa has been so good to his sugar baby chick, she wants to honour him"she whispered as her mouth touched his and softly kissed him. Her hand softly stroked his dick, 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, cool and damp as they landed on the skin at the end of his stiff shaft, wrapping her lip around his nigra end, gradually sinking her lip down his rotating shaft, he could palpate her tongue warmly licking him inside her oral cavity.

Bob gasped, not having had a blow job since long before Sue. This was unlikely. He watched and felt her suck, lap and lube his shaft with her warm spittle, running her mouthpiece up and down it, in time with her quarter round and forefinger masturbating him. He watched her oral sex bobbing up and down on his now wet unbendable rod ; he laid his workforce on her headway, enjoying it. She sped up with her unloose hand, lightly stroking his balls.

Feeling the fellow stab in his balls and shaft, he needed to warn her."I can feel I'm going to cum Anita if you continue, but I don't want to rot it. After all that drink I'll barely make one guesswork, I want to accept more of you"stated Bob, knowing that at this late time of day, as tiddly inebriate as he was, if he came, it would be game over and there was Thomas More for them both to savor, he didn't want just a late night blow job or hand shandygaff, he wanted to be inside her, to razz her, for her to savor him and his manhood.

She pulled clear, stood up fully, now slightly higher on her dog, and wrapped her bridge player around his gumshoe hard."seminal fluid with me big boy"as she led him out, through the hall, to the bedroom using his gumshoe as a lead, holding on tight, walking that cat walk of life ...

Bob could experience come then, but was trying hard to think of anything to quench the steaming volcano in his testis ...

The sleeping room 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 cutis clad tip of his erect pole and using her oral cavity unrolled it on his stiff shaft.

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

Anita picked up a feeding bottle and poured some gel from it onto the stiffly erect fully filled condom"as it is your beginning time, don't be afraid to use lots of lubricant, first use your finger lubed up to tease me up ”.

She rolled over, face down, beautiful buttocks up in the air, leg heterosexual but disseminate apart. Her feet still in her high-heeled brake shoe planted full apart on the story, pulling her boldness apart with her workforce to let on her ring that was now calling to Bob. Bob took the bottle, poured some gel into her buttock crevice and with his finger guided it to her tight starting time ring below.

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

Bob gently circled his digit around her closed chain, dribbling some more lube in the picayune crater. Slowly, he dipped his one finger's breadth in.

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

Bob probed his finger deeper, starting to cycle it slowly in and out, taking Anita's gasp and humming as approving. He then pressed a secondly towards the rim, Anita's crater's muscularity star twitched and relaxed, allowing him to come in a second finger without too practically exertion and copied the rotation and pumping.

"Mmmmmm that's Nice, so squeamish, now try it with your wizard wand, daddy I want your magic wand inside me"

Bob pulled his fingers slowly out, dropped some more lube on his condom and laid his peter's foreland at her target asterisk's opening that was calling him to enter. As he saw her muscle star relax he pushed, but no luck, so he used some supporting from his hand, guiding and pushing slightly down into her with his fingerbreadth, until his head squeezed, entering slowly, then to disappear as it popped in.

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

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

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

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

"Oh, it's been so foresighted since I've had a nice stiff rooster inside me"Anita said"it's so much best than a cold strap-on ”. Hoping he could in conclusion and maybe manage a irregular shooter, it disappointed her not having him cum in her mouth.

"I'm glad you are enjoying it, this is unbelievable"answered Bob"but I want to see you relish it, can we do it with you on your dorsum, so we're face to front ?"

"Ohhhh yeessss"Anita gasped,"that is so much comfortably, I want to see you enjoy me, the Sami 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 Brobdingnagian grin on her side, removed her bra to release her bouncing irreverent breasts, led on her back, raised her stocking-clad peg up above her and with an arm under each knee pulled them back, so her feet, with her bounder, were either side of her head, exposing her star clad cave as an inviting fair game for him to get in again, looking up she asked for more lube.

It transfixed Bob, she was stunning, and her black-market high up blackguard were a real turn on with the smuggled underwear.

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

He poured some more lubricant on both him and her star winking cavity, but also onto her half flaccid ardent blimp, leaning in close, engaging the tip of his stiff rod to her unwind cavity and pushed. This time he just popped straight in, Anita gasped and kept her sass undecided, her eyes on him.

As he continued to slither in deeper she nodded in approval, her mouth unfold, gasping. Bob slid in and out, initially tedious and long, then increasing his tempo"oh, oh, oh, please, unvoiced"Anita pleaded with her eyes locked on him.

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

Bob leaned on her tip-tilted thigh with one script and his former helping hand softly held her lubed limp warm sausage 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 Pres Young womanhood's hammer throbbing into stiffer life, slowly reaching for the sky. He increased both his hold on it and the length of his stroking of his mitt along its length. He stroked her in time with pulsating his own cock into her Anita was now grunting rhythmically with each poke"umph, umph, umph ”, oral cavity clear, center begging him to drive deeper and harder inside her.

Bob could finger that sensation in his own balls and potent rod he was right on the sharpness 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 time on her now fully rear member in his tight clasp. After years of practice bob knew that this would feel neat for her.

Anita's oculus were almost rolling round the back of her header in ecstasy, oral cavity outdoors"yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck me daddy."

Then just as Bob thought that was his boundary, he felt her love tunnel sinew grip him mingy, Anita squealed"Fuuuuuuuuck Yeeeeeeesss"as a huge narrow circle of cum jet from Anita's own tip and she gave a yelp of pleasure"wooooooohh ”, as another immense rope of cum looped in the air. With his ovolo and forefinger, he squeezed the last drip of cum out of Anita and released his clench on her deflating rod.

This was too much for Bob, feeling that intimate pressure surging from his Lucille Ball, watching her titty bouncing, seeing her orgasmic delight proven by her released cum all on her stomach and tit was too much, he released his own volcano into her, driving his appendage deep into her and feeling its release and it was his turning to vocalise his joy"yeeeeahhhhhhhhhaaa ”.

Bob pressed his shaft into her as long as possible, then as his spent rod deflated he, he held the pedestal 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 strip down the safety off, Anita's sat up, her custody came over and slipped it off for him, not losing a bead, inverted it and squeezed his cum out, running her fingers from the teat to open-end, pouring it into her open mouth, licking her backtalk 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 cubicle in his dead 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 tum, having to swallow it down.

Anita wrapped her spare legs behind him and pulled him over onto her, causing them to fall down onto the bed, the twosome of them kissing and laughing.

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

Bob woke later, in the dark, 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 very much I can explain to the wife ”, he grabbed his gear, returned to kiss her and promise to see her in the morning and almost ran across 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 clubhouse party, so he could explain the late hour and the shower with his clothes on, washing away any cum stains.

To Be Continued *******