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In the forenoon Bob convinced his wife he was getting out early to meet up with the"lads ”, for a surf lesson ( a lesson that oddly none would micturate except for this one lovely young ma'am ... ). Thankfully, as normal for the 2d day of a migraine, she was still suffering, and she planned to stay in bed with drape drawn.

Bob made his way across town, all night he thought of Anita and struggled with his internal sexual identity. If individual had told him two twenty-four hours ago what he did last night, as an archetypical hearty male person, he wouldn't have believed it. But he did it and surprisingly he had wanted to and loved it. She reminded him of what it was like to be Whitney Moore Young Jr. ; he also felt a warm paternal protective instinct over her. Was this his midlife crisis ? Oddly, as she had a cock of her own, he didn't feel he was betraying his wife or cheated on her.

He arrived early at her doorway at 8:30am to surprise her, plus he just couldn't delay. He knocked and after a brief delay he heard a squeal of delight from the interior. The room access opened with Anita's header peering around it with a beaming smile, hiding her consistence behind the half-open door.

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

She was used to flings, barely even one-night tie-up, being bent grass over and rammed from behind in car parks, parks, pub booth, often unknown torso passing fleetingly. Whether just a chance meeting, as part of gang thrill, Friend of friends brought over, never bothering to learn their public figure, rarely even getting to bonk them. She didn't have any semipermanent friends so she was used to living in the moment, without any regrets, enjoying what was in strawman of her at that fussy time and grasp it with both arms. To live for those pass off mo of thinking someone cared, pretending to enjoy and protect her but gone in the blinking of an eye.

Anita was ecstatic to see Bob back this cockcrow, Bob was dissimilar and here he was, she had spent the Nox missing his warmheartedness, his smile and gentle disposition, she really felt he cared. Unlike yesterday, today she can have him all day, his warm form typeface, like the paternal father she never had, like her big pal and a lover.

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

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

He dropped his day sack with gear in the hall as she stripped his tee shirt off over his psyche and promptly undid his belted ammunition. Soon he was also naked and his short circuit, T-shirt and swim shorts were on the hallway trading floor. Both his upheaval and his member were growing as he watched her naked body's every movement. Her pocket-sized hitch cock wiggling almost hypnotized Bob, finding it strange to be turned on by watching what should be taboo for a heterosexual man.

Bob walked into the can and ran the shower, standing clean-cut of the initial inhuman body of water, waiting for it to warm up. Anita jogged into view with booby and sausage balloon swaying, holding a rubber in one hand and lubricant in the former"we'll need these"as she put the lube onto the shower's soap shelf and kept the condom packet in her one hand.

She stepped up to encompass him with a huge osculation. It excited Bob to feel her raw breasts and consistency against his, even her warm promiscuous little blimp, brushing against his body, teasing the base of his erect gibe and dangling balls. He grabbed her pissed tush, pulling her tightly in close.

Anita's one manus gripped Bob's shaft of light and tightly stroked it"I need you practiced and hard for this shower"she smiled wickedly. She then dropped onto one human knee, looking at his erect rod, bent it down and once again she opened the condom swiftly and Anita's mouth applied it. She stood, turned to test the piss with her hand and adjusted it slightly.

She then leaned against the shower headway wall thrusting her rear end backwards ; pegleg spread all-inclusive apart inviting Bob to embark her. Bob ran his middle finger's breadth down her spine until he reached her twinkling star rimmed entrance, she shuddered ; he applied the gel lubricator and slid his finger in, sliding it in prosperous than last night

"Mmmmm oh that is courteous, you've learnt quickly"whisper Anita.

He added a indorse, just lightly rotating. She was soft and warmly ; seeing the water running down her hair's-breadth and back, trickling either face of her hip joint, bum crevice and her foresightful pegleg, was sensuous. He needed to be inside her once more and his shaft was throbbing.

He slowly pulled his fingerbreadth out, Anita wiggled her rear, enticing him, he applied some more lube to his condom wrapped stiff flag pole and engaged his tip to her minuscule love life cave and when he saw her star relax, he gently pushed with his hips and his cock slipped in.

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

His manpower caught her hip, and they began slowly driving into each other and separating back, connected only by Bob's flag celestial pole. Bob's peter was not massive, but inside her she was tight around him. She waggled her berm and bum slightly, which transferred to Bob.

Bob found by lowering slightly and driving upwards he got a slightly still effort into her and her answer seemed to be approval. He in this position could up the tempo, with Anita gasping"Oh, oh, oh, oh"in time with each cause, he was now starting to take a hop off her, with each of his driveway forward being matched by her driving her ass back.

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

Anita slapped her hands on the rampart"Yes, know your little baby wench daddy, she's been bad"

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

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

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

Building his own orgasm up, he looked down to see himself Egyptian pound into this beautiful beast arse, feeling his lustfulness for the fruit of this taboo and knowing she was done, he just had to release his own pressurise climax. Bob just beat back forward onto her cheeks and released his erupting load, holding his tool hard in, until it began deflating to then retire from her.

As soon as he was out, Anita turned around and sucked her cum off his wanking manus, her nerve beaming. She slipped his safe off and again, running her finger's breadth along from tip to open-end, poured what cum he had into her mouth, holding it on her clapper, Bob grabbed her and they kissed, open-mouthed so Bob could taste both his & her cum.

Bob pushed her against the side of meat wall, his limp pecker against hers, her breasts on his chest, both kissing and holding each other, her hands grabbing his buttocks pulling him into her.

Bob pulled back and got some shower gel and applied some to Anita's whisker, articulatio humeri, coxa and a new spurt on her rooster and balls. Being out of the exhibitioner flow, she soaped up quickly, laughing.

She reciprocated by lathering Bob up, washing his cock. She bent over for him to wash her bum, teasing and tickling her wet relaxed ring.

Bob couldn't believe how sensuous this was as they rinsed off, take hold of towels as they switched off the shower and exited.

They dried themselves and each other, laughing, smiling. Anita stepped to near the door where the pilus dryer was. She stood there naked, boob and dick swaying as she ruffled her digit through her hair's-breadth to dry it. She spellbound Bob with her beauty. She then wound her hair up into a bun and fixed it there.

Bob put his swim trunks back on, trunks, sandals and T-shirt as Anita popped in the bedroom and returned in a frail purple one-piece bathing costume, no camel toe, but no dick apparent either, she waggled her hips smiling for commendation.

As soon as he had nodded and returned her grinning, she slipped on a pull up short pleated Orange River skirt and gibe Elwyn Brooks White plunging vest type tee shirt, showing her cleavage. Bob was again transfixed ; she looked gorgeous with her hair up.

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

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

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

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

At the Surf school they were given locker to use, sized up for boards & wet suit, met an instructor and signed some forms. Initially they had some program line on the sand on the beach, then just in the shallows, gradually getting thick and with child moving ridge.

Outwardly they were just father and daughter enjoying spirit, laughing, chatting, but Bob was enjoying every minute of being with this beautiful woman that he was having sex with, whilst continuing his paternal charge for her. This was his summer romance with kinky bells and whistle on, but tomorrow his wife would be better and it will all have to change.

Throughout the day Bob could see how shy and unconfident Anita was, even for mildly round-eyed escapade as jumping Wave, then diving through with child single, even though she could swim well, he realised what she had previously meant, although with encouragement she got braver as the day wore on.

Anita loved being with a confident Male, definitely the begetter or big Brother she never had. His mien made her confident, even when terrified, his approving look and nod and his sarcastic jape that broke the ice when she wasn't sure.

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

They were soon in deeper water system, sat on boards, waiting for waves. The instructor had moved onto former category but was monitoring them, as they had paid for a full-of-the-moon day's rental after the initial two-hour lesson.

Bobbing on the sea together chatting, not too far from shore, a few times they held script, once when floating pace watering next to their board, Anita dove under H2O and nibbled Bob's dick through his wet suit.

Finally, they were both surfed out, so they called it a day, walked back up the beach handed in their hired power train, showered in the assailable beach faucet's, Bob hoped they had changing rooms so they could plowshare but they just had tiny kiosk. So they quickly changed and headed back to a beach bar for a beer and food.

They sat in the sun in the bar, chatting whilst eating and drinking, Bob was so delight that Anita felt so slow down with him and that she was getting admiring looks from Male and female passersby. She was still on a in high spirits, talking through and repeating each lilliputian adventure, every shaver mishap, teasing Bob over his own bad luck. Bob loved listening and chirping in, laughing. She was brilliant company, if only he could have met her 30 years ago.

By late afternoon, after a decent beefburger, beer and ice emollient to finish, Anita leaned over and whispered,"If daddy is gear up, how would he like to give to the flat to service his daughter ?"Bob was both shocked and excited. They paid the bill and walked back.

Upon entering the holiday apartment, Bob dropped his day-sack and Anita scampered to the sleeping room"pop the timpani on Bob"she shouted. So Bob returned to the lounge and kitchenette to make full the tympanum, wondering how she would come along tonight.

He poured the tea and sat on the sofa, just as Anita appeared naked carrying the bottle of lubricator, he watched her walkway across to him, boob and cock swaying"pa, I've been bad and I need to be spanked"she smiled..

"No Anita, we've had a howling day, and you have been tremendous, in fact you have been so brave today, it's been swell fun, pappa is lofty of his cabbage infant doll and wants to reward her"he said"but she needs to tell him how she wants her reward ”.

She knelt down, placed the lubricating substance next to Bob and lowered herself across his lap, face down, keister impudence cladding upwards"I want to be spanked, so my cheeks glow ”.

Bob, was now not nearly as surprised by her request as he would have been a few days ago, so with the apartment of his hands he slapped her one cheek, which wobbled in chemical reaction, then again on the early"a petty harder, I want decent rosy cheeks papa ”.

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

Anita was now gasping at each strike, and her impudence were reddening. Being right-handed, Bob kept the smack up with his right paw whilst his left wing dropped and felt for her one breast, found her mammilla was stiff and erect, so he tweaked it hard between his quarter round and index finger, hearing Anita gasp.

He felt a brushwood on his leg, realising that Anita was growing too, he squeezed his helping hand between her thighs and held onto her dick, stroking her ballock with his pollex he gave a duad of tugs on her growing fellow member. As he felt her stiffen, he released to yield to spanking her again, to deliver to teasing her shaft, alternating between the two.

He synchronized each slap with each pinch or a tease of her nipple and she responded with a pant but no petition to kibosh, even with her cheeks now glowing brightly.

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

Then he dribbled lube directly onto her sensation ringed cave and look on it nip and Anita flinch with the touch of the cold gel. Bob stroked her principal with his finger's breadth, teasing around it then as soon as it relaxed he inserted his fingerbreadth, popping it in, then out, slowly repeatedly. Anita flexed with each insertion and gasped,"oh, oh, oh"with pleasure.

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

Then with his own dick throbbing he wanted to give her more, to satisfy her before he was, to discover her moan with pleasure, he withdrew his fingers and commanded"stand up Anita ”. She raised herself up, kissing him and stood up just away from him, looking down, with Bob level with her sausage at half-mast and throbbing.

Bob thought, it's now or never. Tomorrow it could all be different and he may repent never having experienced this with this beautiful, sexy, exotic woman. The opportunity was there for him, like it or loath it he wanted to. Ignoring his heterosexual male scheduling, he wanted to cross this major doorstep of taboo.

He grabbed her by her cheeks and pulled her forwards ; he opened his sass and with his rim gathered her warm throbbing sausage into his mouth, wrapped his lips around it and sucked until it filled his oral fissure, his rim touching her hairless torso and ball liberation at the base.

Anita responded with a huge"wooowww ... just like that, oh dad, blow me"

Initially he was unsure, worried he would taste piss, but she tasted of sea table salt and a little deodourant but naught bad. He sucked her growing shaft between the roof of his mouth and his natural language, sucking on it between the two, it was getting bigger. This strong heterosexual taboo ancestry was well and truly crossed, Bob found it turning him on, ` how could he be finding this so arouse'he thought shockingly. He was enjoying this proscribe fruit.

Anita's deal were on his head, stroking his hair as Bob pulled back, so her little coon was just inside his mouth and licked around it. Her hands then pulled him inwards, driving her now stiffened rod into him. He sucked and her prick hit his grim trigger tonsils and he gagged, coughing spit and strangely enjoyed it.

He pulled his head back until once again only the swaged lip on the head of her prick was in his mouth, he teasingly licked and sucked at her tip, then her script pulled him back onto her again, her cock drove to the back of his sass, now prepare for it he could control the gag reflex.

Anita's peter was now grueling, thankfully not too long, but bigger than his mouth the way it was hitting the dorsum of his throat. He didn't mind ; he was enjoying hearing her groan and gasp in pleasure. His spittle lubricating her shaft, so he bobbed his own head along her now arduous shaft.

Bob gripped her boldness, remembering she had sizeable lubricant, he pulled her cheeks apart and worked a finger around, teased the rim of her little love cave and then engaged and entered in time with a knife thrust of his nous to plunk her lilliputian putz into him.

Anita squealed in pleasure"that is sooooo fucking good Bob, suck my peter daddy, lactate me"as her hired hand encouraged him to sink her putz trench into his mouth, whilst sucking and squeezing it with his spit, his finger probing into her rear, the tempo of the pumping hertz was getting faster.

Bob was now vigorous head bobbing, so he added a second finger's breadth to Anita's anus and that was it,"Wwwooooooowww Yeeeessss"Anita squealed as a taste of salty juice indicated what must be pre-cum in his mouth as her cock withdrew over his lingua and as he trapped her swaged spade end inside his lips a hot blastoff of cum spat out into the book binding of his throat and she thrust him deep onto her cock as another spurt came out.

Anita squealed in delight"OOOooooo BBBobbbbb ”, Bob gagged with his mouth full of cock and cum down his pharynx, he swallowed some salty fluid and pulled half way back still sucking, to get some pressure level off his tonsils, licking her now slippery hosepipe and give her foresighted slow down CVA, feeling her relax and deflate.

Anita's hands pulled him up upwards by the tomentum. He released his finger's breadth from her anus and let her half hitch hose flop out of his sassing as he stood. As soon as they were level, she plunged her lingua into his back talk and kissed him passionately and hugged him hard.

"Oy Myyy GGggooodddd Bob, you give great straits that was just about the right snow job ever"Anita finally confirmed"I wish I could let lasted longer but your finger's breadth just POW set me off. You are the best dada any daughter could ever give birth"as she returned to kissing him, enjoying tasting her own cum in his mouth.

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

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

Now his own hawkshaw was bursting at the seams and begging for gratification and his balls for freeing. Anita ‘ s hands fought to ransack him of his tee shirt and shorts, almost tearing his boxers off. Once his peter was exposed, she dropped and plunged her mouth onto it, giving it various warm thrusts before releasing it.

She stood up and once again grabbed him and led him to the bedroom with his pecker, he had to do a quick dance to relinquish his feet from his short circuit without falling over,"It's time for girl to allow daddy his pleasure, now she is satisfy"Anita promised.

In the bedroom she immediately slipped on a prophylactic on him, climbed onto the bed, on her genu and hands on the bed, presenting her round cheeks to him"semen inside me again ”.

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

Bob started pounding her rear end hard, his hands on her hips, bouncing off her rear with a smacking and gasp from her, she was gripping him with her muscleman, making her a tighter fit as he pulled back to sequestrate, relaxing to relieve his plunge forward.

Bob's articulatio genus slipped, dropping all his weight on her, which caused her to fall flavourless on the bed"Don't quit papa, stay inside ”.

Anita was flavorless on the bed now, Bob led on top. She widened her peg to ease things, but Bob was loving feeling her hindquarters cheeks pressing on the tops of his thighs. Resting on her back, he put his system of weights on his elbows, slid his deal under her to find her breast to stroke and pull off her nipples.

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

Her head turned sideways, so he could kiss her cheek and nuzzle her pilus and neck opening ; she was gasping with his drive and giving light squeals of delight as he twisted her nipples.

Bob was in sensual overload, pumping faster, hearing a blaring of Anita's phonation and skin on cutis smack whilst feeling her balmy flesh outside and her pulsating muscleman inside, he felt his orb twitch with his own coming rise, then his pecker brawniness twitching and he exploded into the condom again, holding the thrust and wiggling his waist into her buttocks, staying to evacuate his musket ball, holding there for a brusk pause then relaxed.

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

She again removed his condom and squeezed his cum into her oral fissure, then returned to Bob to kiss. They wrapped around each other, cuddling, kissing and stroking. It was strangely exciting for Bob to find her minuscule lovesome limp hose against him.

He got up to make a cup of tea, returned to happen Anita curled up under the eiderdown, with it still early on even, they still had a lot of prison term before Bob would have to stimulate his apology and leave, he felt a sting of disappointment at the loss of this erotic holiday romance good of prevent yield and broken taboos.

So as they sat in bed, sipping tea, Bob explained that his married woman would be more than likely adept tomorrow and so whilst they could still surf and do early affair together, under the guise of his original narrative, as just accidental friends, he couldn't risk of exposure 30 years of marriage.

Anita responded"I know, it was the most wonderful thing, I have never felt so conclusion to anyone or felt so rewarded in replication by a gentle, kind, rummy man, I know this has taken a heavy leap of trust from yourself, being an old full-strength flatus"Anita giggled.

"Don't concern, you won't be the first married man to lead me to run back to his married woman, but you are the firstly to stimulate a holiday love story with me, the world-class I really care for and the first of all that I want to see again. I can't ask you to render that up, nor risk you losing it, if we meet I will be careful with anything I say, I would wish to remain in touch as this has been such a revelation for me, delight can we remain friends ?"Anita asked.

"I would like that, as far as Sue is concerned we met as surf buddies by accident, if you meet her tomorrow I know she will like you, she always wanted a girl after our son, but unfortunately sons run in both our families, so we stuck to one. Lets swap phone numbers then if I can't sports meeting you for 9 in the morning for another breaker lesson I can let you know - plus you can parcel your latest photo with me, please ?"

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

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

Anita leaned over to kiss him, continuing to masturbate his throbbing and growing light beam stiff. Once stiff Anita dropped her head and began sucking his flag pole that pointing to the ceiling. She pulled up then he felt a fiddling tickle on the end of his shaft and her mouth wind down again–she had loaded him with another rubber !

"Top young woman, you cheeky monkey,"chuckled Bob.

She led on top, wooden leg straddling him and kissed him and with a wicked smile said"wellspring, I couldn't miss one to a greater extent opportunity for pop to fuck me ”. Pecked a osculation on his lips and sat up, he could feel her dampness from early on on his torso.

She raised herself up, shift backwards, squatting just over his flagpole. He felt her fingers guide her onto the tip and hung there for a short patch, as she got into a comfortable place. She then slowly skid down his light beam,"Mmmmmm ”. Once again her tight beloved cave slid on Bob's putz until her butt bottomed out on him"How does that feel ?"

"Oh, bloody howling you gorgeous girl you"Bob said looking up at her, her fuzz flowing down her articulatio humeri over her knocker and there resting on his depress belly was her limp little sausage again. Bob was feeling more than at comfort seeing it, being aroused, excited and attracted by it and her shrunk little ball paper bag and the vision sat on him. Bob thanked god it wasn't 8 inch with a shopping bag dangling with two huge orange tree in it.

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

Bob couldn't resist, his one hired hand quietly stroked and fondled her breasts and his other twiddled her hobble sausage balloon, teasing it back into life, still slimy from her to begin with climax, he enjoyed feeling the blood pumping back into it as she rocked on his own shaft.

As her shaft filled, he changed his handling of it, he was now lightly stroking it, pulling the pelt forwards and backwards until it was strong, so he wrapped his hand on it tightly, pushing and pulling in prison term with her grinding their hips. Anita let out a whispered"mmmmMMMmm"with her head tilted back, her hair falling off her shoulders to fill out behind her, her eyelids half-closed as she focused on the joy of their forcible contact.

Bob felt her sexual love tunnel muscles tighten, and she rose up, then down slowly on his flagpole. This was lovely as he matched her rhythm method of birth control on her own now rigid gibe, hoping to see her erupt again.

She was now quietly gasping with each thick insertion into her"oh, oh, oh, oh"rising herself higher but making sure enough Bob's tip always remained inside her. She reached her weapon system behind her, rested her hands on Bob's knees so she could digest her weighting as she increased her pace. Her hair waved freely behind her."Umph, umph, umph, umph"she grunted as her buttock slapped onto Bob's damp crotch.

Bob dropped her dick out of his hands to caress both of her planate breasts and it landed on his small belly with a slap repeatedly in unison with each landing. This excited him, having a cock slapping on him, whilst he fucked her up the tooshie. Breaking all those heterosexual tabu again but it he no longer cared, he had now scrapped his male straight person computer programing looking up at this wonderful cleaning lady and was now excited with renewed energy and epinephrin pumping through him.

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

The two of them repeatedly pounded their rosehip together, Bob was grabbing her articulatio coxae, wanting to see her breasts bounce in unison with her gibe leap and slap on his stomach whilst feeling her tight diagonal as they met, then go up branch and repeat and repetition and repeat. He felt that tingle in his unbending flag rod with his orgasm climaxing, he wanted to pleasure this fantastic adult female but couldn't hold back, at their next appointment he held onto her, releasing into her, grinding her"AAaarrrrgggghhhhh oh Anita"he exclaimed.

But she hadn't cum, he hadn't satisfied her ; he was frustrated with himself, disappointed, gutted ; he wanted to see her cum ; he needed her to cum to prove his manhood, that he could satisfy her. In desperation he withdrew his relaxing extremity, lifted her up whilst he slid down the bed, for her to sit gamy onto his thorax and with one paw masturbated her into his mouth. Holding her shortstop staff, wanking her fast and hard, whilst drubbing and sucking on her tip.

Anita exclaimed, her part rising with each word"Bob, Oh Bob, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming ”. Bob released his grip, grabbed her waist and pulled her in high spirits up his chest, with his mouth undecided so her stiff ray of light entered inside and he closed his lips tightly and sucked hard.

Anita fell forwards over his head holding onto the headboard of the bed but thrust her hips into his face, pulling up, just enough to keep her inside his sass, then driving back down, fucking his typeface. Anita grabbed and screamed into a pillow"Aaaaaaaaaa"and Bob felt the impulse of her rod then a spurt of salty cum in his mouth, he gripped her buttocks and held her cockeyed onto his font, sucking hard as a secondment blob of cum entered his mouth. He sucked her to her last drop and then as her putz deflated, he released her.

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

She snuggled up half on him, lying on his bequeath slope, straits on his shoulder, kissing him. Bob wrapped his left arm around her, stroking her backbone, smell shocked. Has he really just been face fucked by a womanhood with a pecker and not only enjoyed it but he instigated it ! Slowly he drifted off to sleep, listening to her breathing.

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

To Be Continued *******