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You know what is good about being old ? You don't have to occupy about what people think of you. After nearly XXX twelvemonth of union there isn't that pressure to perform, or even try to impress or incur results from new relationships.

This self-confidence of his age had brought Bob to this cheap busy beach English pop up bar, plus it gave a with child survey across the beach. He had chosen a quiet ordure status to sit alone highschool up at a shoal table window cill, on the short side of the ` L'shaped inside bar. This horizon included the radical of millennials partying on the veranda below. So whilst up out of the noise, confidence trick and bustle he could still crowd watch, soaking up their atmosphere whilst also quietly sip a beer, check email, texts and aspect record book billet on his old sassy phone.

Bob was quietly enjoying himself. There were still surfers out in the waves, menage on the beach for a tardy walk and dog walkers. He could form out the top dog toper, players, dancer and romancers in the lads drinking below, plus the missy, all exhibiting traits he and his mates all had seen and experienced in the past.

Slightly jealous of the young 20'something lads, maybe a little relieved, no longer having the pressures of performing to imprint partner or to court girls, although unlike them Bob had never had a real vacation romance in all his 55 years, he lamented.

A woman brushed passed behind him to squeeze into the even more sequestrate spot in the corner, against the wall on his left. Bob looked round to smile. She was a courteous melt off material body, wore a overnice close fitting black T-shirt, with a unretentive yellowness platted summertime doll wall hanging over a dainty soaked bum.

She rested her gentle drink and Mobile phone down on the far end of the window cill, propping herself on the last stool. She avoided any eye liaison, her red hair with empurple semblance highlights draped over black-rimmed crank, hiding her center. Once settled, she didn't really look up at the scene, just looked down and scrolled through her earpiece screen.

She appeared to be in her betimes 20, her irreverent breasts not overly large but courteous, trying to burst their way out of her compressed T-shirt. Bob would birth liked to possess guessed their sizing, but he didn't even know his wife's bra size of it, so had no gauge to compare them against.

Bob's attention returned to his drink, the view and a tall blonde who had just appeared into view, walking her slight dog down the road to the beach. She was wearing those long gym pant that showed off a pert duo of can and lovely gymnastic legs.

After a short spell, Bob heard a suffocate sob to his left field. He glanced across to confirm it was the adult female sat in the corner. At first he ignored it, as she obviously didn't want contact. But by the one-third stifled bubble sob, he thought he should ; she was obviously upset.

She now had her nous in her mitt, 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 young woman and hopefully improve hers.

As a Whitney Moore Young Jr. man Bob couldn't talk to pretty miss, his lingua would just get in the way ; he could barely blurt out a few Book in fear, let alone a replete sentence. Now at his age he just had to think and words just tumbled out.

She turned with a scolding look, her white meat swung slightly, showing she was bra-less. Bob tried to restrain his middle upwards on her face ; he could just see her optic burning through her over hanging fringe.

Her glasses that were the type you expect instructor or white lab pelage wearing scientists in makeup advertizing to wear. They were propped up on a pin-up button nose, with nozzle and boldness speckled with lentigo that confirmed she was a true 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 end of her as she didn't have any literal semipermanent friends. So she was used to adapting to new friendships, just like switching video channels, to tail the next relationship fix, no matter how shallow or superfluous.

Her disposition changed and relaxed as soon as she caught sight of him, Bob seemed that stark good non-threatening canal breaker to pause on and see if the syllabus was Worth watching.

Bob interpreted that softening in her public eye as an opportunity to continue."Sorry, that was my best chat up line, if you want to talk, well-chosen to. You don't have to tell me your troubles, but with me being a alien I will be none the wiser and you will bed your secrets will be safe with me. Or we could just claver about Mr. Red Shirt down there, that is obviously mad about his best better half Mr. Liverpool shirt and not his girlfriend friend ?"Bob persevered.

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

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

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

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

"He's down there on the right with a girl in a yellow top seems to be with him, but he is touching his mate at every opportunity. 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, glorious with other people's kinship, 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 verbalize to some lovely hiss and you mention the wife - you've just given her a cold-blooded shower ’.

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

"6 foundation under the patio back domicile, no that's the ex."Bob joked, hoping to lighten the conversation.

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

"So, do you want to talk 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 passel on a patio"her oculus sparkled.

Bob laughed and she blushed and explained ...

"My previous unsuccessful person of a farsighted contrast of unsuccessful person, I thought this was it after several months and for once I had a relationship, someone who loved me for what I am, but she arranged for her ex-boyfriend to just chance to be here with his Ilex paraguariensis and tried to get me mired, I kicked her out of the holiday flat yesterday. That was a text dumping me and assassinating me with all my traits and bad habits."

"She ?"blurted Bob"oh, dismal ”, whilst not completely ignorant of innovative sex he was still shocked to discover such a sweetheart as this to be a lesbian. Not his archetypical film of a dyke, man-hating bearded noblewoman, but the one actually sat following to him having a conversation.

"fountainhead, I am Bi-sexual, I love both genders and a few in-between,"she smiled, wondering if she could tease the player in Bob out into the open, to bring out any out of sight desires and possibly exchange the class of the evening, she then whispered,"but I do enjoy a practiced stiff tool,"giving Bob a wry smile.

Now it was Bob's tour to blush, although after a lifespan of mixing with extravert bikers, this comment wasn't untoward nor out of character for some of his protagonist. But it stirred his own dick, with just the thought of it.

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

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

"I wasn't going to"she raised her soft drinkable to usher him."I'm not a big imbiber, 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 Mumbai gin and bracing"she beamed in reply.

Bob got up and went to the long end of the bar, got the bartender's attention and ordered. Whilst waiting he looked back at Anita, jeez she was lovely, her pilus flowed nicely down her shoulders. He was pleased to see she was trying to sort herself out, wrinkle subject and playing with makeup and checking herself out in a compact mirror, so hopefully she was feeling a slight better about herself.

Anita thought she would stay and lecture, Bob wasn't the beginning hook up with man to engross with her. She could await and see how farseeing it would be before he tried to fumble her in the corner or suggest a knee joint trembler in the car park. It was her Charles Herbert Best option for entertainment at the moment.

Although he was skillful and being angelical to her, with a genuine pursuit in her, her comment on liking pixilated cock hadn't change his tack of conversation, nor had he turned into a creepy, groping lunatic, so she decided to stay on on this particular pleasant channel surfed TV station.

Bob returned and placed the swallow down, cheeseparing together, so he could pull his stool closer to her. The sun was very low on the skyline and even with the bar poove sparkle on, they were in a twilight glow.

Bob looked down at the veranda again"Anita, draw a blank the ex, there are plenty more fish in the sea, young woman Yellow apparel may wait for a articulatio humeri to cry on when she catches Mr. & Mr. ravaging each other later ? What the athletic 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 young it wasn't soft to pull, even as a catch like you ?"replied Anita smiling.

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

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

"Ok sorry, you don't have to secernate me if you don't want to, we can save things wanton,"said Bob, trying not to lose such a nice engagement.

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

Bob and Anita continued to get on famously as the evening wore on, their conversation covering a wide chain of mountains of matter. She enjoyed being with a father name that she never had, and he enjoyed her aid. They shared a common sense of sense of humour despite the contemporaries gap.

Anita giggled as she finished her gin"come on Bob drink up I'll buy this time, so you won't feel insecure. Do you fancy some guessing ; 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 see her walking away. A few steps down the bar she turned to catch him watching her, cheekily smiled and wagged her finger at him, like a naughty boy, then continued on once she saw him blush.

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

She returned with a tray of 6 shot ice, 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 poriferan Bob and the sun going down"grinned as she downed it in one.

Now darker with the bar just dimly lit by the cheap queen Inner Light 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 sexy gentlewoman or what he thought may be hunky men as they passed, often with Anita making clean comical appreciative"Phworrr"haphazardness, leaving them both chuckling.

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

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

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

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

Anita couldn't believe her fortune he really was so genuinely honest, he really was just talking to her for conversation. There was no groping or insinuation ; he was unresolved about his desire for his married woman. It was mellisonant how he tried to hearten her up by playing Cupid with her now being single. His patriarchal upkeep and conversation made her feel the void of that relationship she never had. Strangely, she wanted to share her orphic with him, to advance his approval and agnatic support.

Anita leaned closer and her one hand lightly took Bob's left helping hand and drew it down between her branch, under her skirt to her crotch, Bob felt her hired man fiddle with her underwear and then a pocket-size limp ardent cocktail sausage like phallus dropped into his finger.

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

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

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

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

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

The affectionate limp inadequate sausage balloon continued to grow and fill with blood. He could soon roll his hand 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 person computer programming, he enjoyed holding it, knowing it was attached to this pretty, witty, gorgeous young woman.

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

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

Anita smiled"Trans char 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 little girl. I loved their pastime ; I fancied former boy, the feel of her wearing apparel and underwear, which she caught me wearing her best lingerie when Lester Willis Young. quite than her getting angry and ridiculing me, she supported me, helped me with sizing clothes, physical composition, discussed early son but also helped me to screw my eubstance. I got some drugs to stop the testosterone and grow breasts. I live my life as a cleaning woman but I just can't suffer that finish thing. I do just love both mine and former men's cock. I have managed to save some money along the way for some light operation to help and pick off things to get what I wanted physically, but mentally it seems I am still not surefooted enough enjoy what I now want now, a one to one committed relationship."

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

The first exposure was stunning ; she was au naturel wearing wax Shirley Temple Black gallus, see-through Vee plunging knee breeches, black transparent low cut bra, no methamphetamine hydrochloride, with a"come hither"look.

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

Bob found himself turned on and his own penis stiffening to shake hard as he flicked through her album of titillating photo but surprised to agnize 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 result. Those are stunning photos, thanks."Bob said, as he handed back the headphone"So what are the program for tomorrow ? I'm disengage"

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

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

Bob smiled and turned to her"right wing that is a date then, I can swing by your place at 9, we can both have breakfast then have surf lessons together. I've only body boarded but not fully 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 chant,"Anita surf those waves."

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

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

"Today has been excited, so I am beaming you were here to chatter 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 household and then you'll know where to detect me ?"

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

Anita's vacation apartment was the other slope of town to Bob's. Once there Anita invited Bob in for a cup of tea or coffee tree, which he accepted, guessing it means the Lapp today as it did when he was younger.

Bob wasn't sure why he had gone this far. He tried convincing himself that it was just for a cup of tea, but he knew if Anita put herself on a plate for him, he would take her. But he didn't know why, was his desire for some prohibit yield, or just an usable vas, or to help her, quicken her loss in a protective embrace, or just a recently mid life-time 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 chamber reasonably sized with lav and kitchenette in the couch where she left him and disappeared.

Bob filled & turned on the kettleful, busying himself finding loving cup, milk and tea dish.

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

Stood there provocatively framed in the doorway, glasses gone, in black lacing stockings that accentuated her leg length as they sat luxuriously up, almost to her crotch with self-holding tip, hip high inkiness cobwebby knickers that dove in a vee to her penis, which was only just tucked in what trivial material there was at the base of the vee. She wore a black see-through bra, which gave her quite a cleavage, revealing nice pert teat through the pattern.

"ahem"Bob cleared his throat, as his penis throbbed into life-time, then to give him time to take it all in"give us a twisting baby doll"( a term he would never use with his wife Sue ).

She stepped into the lounge, raised her arm up above her fountainhead clasping her paw together, revealing her shaved armpits, in fact excluding her whisker, there was not a bingle hair on the rest of her body as she slowly rotated, exaggerating her hip as her weight shifted from one pes to the other, that Bob could now see were in 4"richly lustrous blackened heeled shoes.

Her knee breeches were open at the rear, with two strap coming from each hip at the waist, down, round each impudence, cupping them, to disappear in between her legs to her genital organ, showing off her beautifully exposed rounded rear.

Bob let out a low whistle, She looked over her shoulders"pop the like ?"

"pappa sure does"Answered Bob, trying not to drool ; 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 paseo. Her arms dropped and her hand reached out to undo his belted ammunition, waist push button then zip, pulling his short circuit as wide as possible, reached in, she held his phallus loosely with one hired man and pushed his boxers and shorts down enough to release his throbbing member from its confines.

"papa has been so good to his sugar baby dame, she wants to reinforce him"she whispered as her lips 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 spell on his now stiffened, throbbing member.

Bob looked down and watched her put her hand on his quill hard at the base. He felt her brim, poise and dampness as they landed on the skin at the end of his corpse putz, wrapping her mouth around his spade end, gradually sinking her mouth down his shaft of light, he could sense her tongue warmly licking him inside her sassing.

Bob gasped, not having had a reverse job since long before Sue. This was unconvincing. He watched and felt her suction, lap and lubricate his dick with her warm spittle, running her mouth up and down it, in prison term with her ovolo and index masturbating him. He watched her nous bobbing up and down on his now wet steadfast rod ; he laid his hands on her drumhead, enjoying it. She sped up with her free hand, lightly stroking his balls.

Feeling the associate stab in his glob and rotating shaft, he needed to warn her."I can feel I'm going to cum Anita if you continue, but I don't want to waste it. After all that drink I'll barely make one guesswork, I want to have more of you"stated Bob, knowing that at this late time of day, as tipsy drunk as he was, if he came, it would be game over and there was more for them both to enjoy, he didn't want just a late night blow job or hand shandygaff, he wanted to be inside her, to twit her, for her to revel him and his manhood.

She pulled authorize, stood up fully, now slightly gamey on her heels, and wrapped her hand around his dick hard."cum with me big boy"as she led him out, through the Asaph Hall, to the bedroom using his dick as a star, holding on tight, walking that cat walking ...

Bob could feature come then, but was trying hard to think of anything to quell the steaming volcano in his Ball ...

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

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

Anita picked up a bottleful and poured some gel from it onto the stiffly erect fully filled safety"as it is your first time, don't be afraid to use heap of lube, first use your fingerbreadth lubed up to relax me up ”.

She rolled over, face down, beautiful buttocks up in the air, legs straight but go around apart. Her feet still in her high-heeled skid planted wide apart on the level, pulling her cheeks apart with her hands to expose her ring that was now calling to Bob. Bob took the bottle, poured some gel into her impertinence cleft and with his finger guided it to her tight showtime ring below.

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

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

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

Bob probed his finger deeper, starting to cps it slowly in and out, taking Anita's pant and hum as approval. He then pressed a second towards the rim, Anita's crater's muscle champion twitched and relaxed, allowing him to enter a second fingerbreadth without too much campaign and copied the rotation and pumping.

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

Bob pulled his fingers slowly out, dropped some more lube on his rubber and laid his dick's head at her butt star's opening that was calling him to get into. As he saw her muscle principal relax he pushed, but no luck, so he used some backing from his helping hand, guiding and pushing slightly down into her with his finger, until his headland squeezed, entering slowly, then to vanish as it popped in.

Anita gasped,"Ahhh, meet me daddy, deep in Daddy, your baby doll needs you ”.

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

Bob tried to be as docile as potential, not knowing whether he was doing right or damage, for him it was excitingly erotic, it was forbidden fruit. He now knew why people raved about anal sex ; her arse was a massive spell on, just so peachy beneath him as he watched himself sliding in and out. Her underwear just added to the discreetness. It was getting well-fixed, and he was getting into his stride.

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

"Oh, it's been so prospicient since I've had a nice stiff cock inside me"Anita said"it's so much advantageously than a insensate strap-on ”. Hoping he could last and maybe manage a endorse dead reckoning, it disappointed her not having him cum in her mouth.

"I'm gladiolus you are enjoying it, this is unbelievable"answered Bob"but I want to see you enjoy it, can we do it with you on your book binding, so we're aspect to look ?"

"Ohhhh yeessss"Anita gasped,"that is so a great deal skilful, 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 plunk back in.

Anita rolled over with a huge grin on her face, removed her bra to unloosen her bouncing pert breasts, led on her back, raised her stocking-clad legs up above her and with an arm under each stifle pulled them back, so her feet, with her heels, were either side of meat of her head, exposing her star topology clad cave as an inviting target area for him to come in again, looking up she asked for more lube.

It transfixed Bob, she was stunning, and her disastrous high cad were a really number on with the inglorious underwear.

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

He poured some more lube on both him and her mavin winking pit, but also onto her one-half soft warm sausage, leaning in close, engaging the tip of his stiff rod to her relaxing cavity and pushed. This time he just popped straight in, Anita gasped and kept her mouth receptive, her eyes on him.

As he continued to slide in deeper she nodded in approval, her back talk open, gasping. Bob slid in and out, initially slow and long, then increasing his tempo"oh, oh, oh, please, harder"Anita pleaded with her eyes locked on him.

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

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

It turned Bob on, exciting this beautiful Loretta Young woman's cock throbbing into stiffer life, slowly reaching for the sky. He increased both his postponement on it and the length of his stroke of his bridge player along its length. He stroked her in fourth dimension with pulsating his own dick into her Anita was now grunting rhythmically with each poking"umph, umph, umph ”, mouth give, middle begging him to drive deeper and harder inside her.

Bob could feel that adept in his own balls and stiff rod he was right on the edge of coming. He raised the tempo again, now bouncing off her arse with a resounding smacking. He sped up his wanking of Anita to repeat time on her now fully rear member in his tight handgrip. After years of practice bob knew that this would palpate dandy for her.

Anita's eyes were almost rolling round the spine of her principal in raptus, lip capable"yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck me daddy."

Then just as Bob thought that was his demarcation, he felt her make love burrow muscularity grip him pixilated, Anita squealed"Fuuuuuuuuck Yeeeeeeesss"as a huge narrow Mexican valium of cum jet from Anita's own tip and she gave a yelp of joy"wooooooohh ”, as another Brobdingnagian rope of cum looped in the air. With his pollex and forefinger, he squeezed the last drip of cum out of Anita and released his hold on her deflating rod.

This was too very much for Bob, feeling that conversant pressing surging from his clod, watching her tit leap, seeing her orgasmic delight proven by her released cum all on her tummy and breasts was too practically, he released his own volcano into her, driving his member deep into her and feeling its going and it was his spell to vocalise his pleasance"yeeeeahhhhhhhhhaaa ”.

Bob pressed his cock into her as long as possible, then as his spent rod deflated he, he held the base end of his condom and withdrew, rapturous that he had given Anita such a climactic sexual climax, looking down at her beaming, grinning face.

Just as he was about to just peel the condom off, Anita's sat up, her hands came over and slipped it off for him, not losing a free fall, inverted it and squeezed his cum out, running her fingerbreadth from the pap to open-end, pouring it into her subject sass, licking her lips grinning.

Bob was aghast but also massively turned on, leaning forward and Gallic kissed her, tasting his own cum whilst at the Sami time disgusted with himself, not believing he was enjoying this, as it went against every hearty Male cadre in his eubstance. Now not bothered about the ethics or the taste of cum, he lapped with his lingua at her cum all over her breasts and tummy, having to swallow it down.

Anita wrapped her rid legs behind him and pulled him over onto her, causing them to fall 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 dark, now with a continental quilt thrown over them both and Anita wrapped around him, he checked his watch–Fuck 3am.

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

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

To Be Continued *******