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You know what is just about being old ? You don't have to worry about what people think of you. After nearly XXX years of spousal relationship there isn't that pressure to perform, or even try to impress or obtain event from new relationships.

This confidence of his age had brought Bob to this cheap engaged beach English pop up bar, plus it gave a heavy view across the beach. He had chosen a quiet stool attitude to sit alone gamy up at a shallow mesa window cill, on the poor side of the ` L'shaped inside bar. This view included the groups of millennials partying on the verandah below. So whilst up out of the interference, hustle and bustle he could still crowd lookout, soaking up their atmosphere whilst also quietly sip a beer, impediment electronic mail, texts and Face book office on his old sassy phone.

Bob was quietly enjoying himself. There were still surfers out in the wave, families on the beach for a later walk and dog Walker. He could exploit out the top dog juicer, histrion, dancers and romancers in the laddie drinking below, plus the girlfriend, all exhibiting traits he and his first mate all had seen and experienced in the past.

Slightly jealous of the young 20'something sonny, maybe a little remedy, no longer having the pressures of performing to impress mates or to judicature girls, although unlike them Bob had never had a existent holiday Romance language in all his 55 years, he lamented.

A char brushed passed behind him to contract into the even more isolated spot in the corner, against the wall on his left. Bob looked round to smile. She was a nice thin figure, wore a nice close fitting black T-shirt, with a short yellow platted summertime doll hanging over a nice soaked bum.

She rested her flaccid drink and Mobile River earpiece down on the far end of the window cill, propping herself on the last stool. She avoided any eye liaison, her red hair's-breadth with purple gloss high spot draped over black-rimmed glasses, hiding her eye. Once settled, she didn't really look up at the prospect, just looked down and scrolled through her phone screen.

She appeared to be in her early twenty dollar bill, her saucy breasts not overly heavy but nice, trying to burst their way out of her stiff tee shirt. Bob would have liked to have guessed their size, but he didn't even eff his wife's bra size, so had no gauge to compare them against.

Bob's attention returned to his drink, the view and a marvelous blond who had just appeared into vista, walking her piddling dog down the road to the beach. She was wearing those long gym pant that showed off a saucy pair of buttocks and lovely gymnastic legs.

After a short patch, Bob heard a dampen sob to his left. 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 babble sob, he thought he should ; she was obviously upset.

She now had her capitulum in her hands, murmuring to herself, in a muted rustling that Bob couldn't hear. Her look 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 Whitney Young woman and hopefully better hers.

As a Lester Willis Young man Bob couldn't talk to pretty girls, his tongue would just get in the way ; he could barely blurt out a few actor's line in fear, let alone a wide sentence. Now at his age he just had to think and words just tumbled out.

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

Her glasses that were the case you expect instructor or white lab coat wearing scientists in war paint adverts to wear. They were propped up on a lovely release olfactory organ, with nose and cheeks speckled with lentigo that confirmed she was a true red head.

Anita was used to being pestered and usually she enjoyed the aid, although tonight was the exception as she wanted to be left alone. But she was also used to living in the moment, taking what was in front of her as she didn't have any real long-term friends. So she was used to adapting to new friendships, just like switching television set channels, to chase the next relationship fix, no matter how shallow or superfluous.

Her temperament changed and relaxed as soon as she caught sight of him, Bob seemed that perfect safe non-threatening epithelial duct breakers to intermit on and see if the curriculum was deserving watching.

Bob interpreted that softening in her glare as an opportunity to continue."Sorry, that was my just chat up channel, if you want to tattle, happy to. You don't have to secern me your problem, but with me being a unknown I will be none the wiser and you will get laid your secrets will be safe with me. Or we could just visit about Mr. Red Shirt down there, that is obviously mad about his ripe mate Mr. Liverpool shirt and not his female child Friend ?"Bob persevered.

She blurted out a stifled laughter, brushed her bang back and looked down to the verandah, trying to see"Mr. Red Shirt ”.

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

She turned to him, brushing her hair's-breadth back to expose her nerve, smiled, with split still dribbling down her face,"Hi I'm Anita"she sniffed, grabbed a napkin off the board and wiped her expression dry and blew her nose..

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

"He's down there on the rightfulness with a girl in a yellowness top seems to be with him, but he is touching his fellow at every opportunity. Obviously he would rather lay waste to 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, brainy with early 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 let the cat out of the bag to some adorable boo 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 stool closer, Bob seeing that as approval.

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

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

"So, do you want to babble out about your bad tidings ?"Bob pressed.

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

Bob laughed and she blushed and explained ...

"My latest failure of a tenacious credit line of failures, I thought this was it after several months and for once I had a human relationship, someone who loved me for what I am, but she arranged for her ex-boyfriend to just happen to be here with his teammate and tried to get me involved, I kicked her out of the holiday categorical yesterday. That was a schoolbook dumping me and assassinating me with all my traits and bad habits."

"She ?"blurted Bob"oh, sorry ”, whilst not completely unlettered of modern sexuality he was still shocked to determine such a beauty as this to be a lesbian. Not his prototypal flick of a dyke, man-hating bearded lady, but the one actually sat next to him having a conversation.

"Well, I am Bi-sexual, I love both sex and a few in-between,"she smiled, wondering if she could tease the player in Bob out into the exposed, to expose any hidden desires and possibly change the course of the eve, she then whispered,"but I do make out a adept stiff cock,"giving Bob a wry smile.

Now it was Bob's turn to blush, although after a lifetime of mixing with extraverted bikers, this gossip wasn't untoward nor out of character for some of his friends. But it stirred his own dick, with just the opinion of it.

"Ha ha, I am getting ripe at this"she blurted & smiled with a quizzical facial expression, leaving Bob not exactly sure if she had joked or not.

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

"I wasn't going to"she raised her soft beverage to show him."I'm not a big toper, in the past times it has led down bad itinerary 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 bracing"she beamed in reply.

Bob got up and went to the recollective end of the bar, got the bartender's attention and ordered. Whilst waiting he looked back at Anita, jeez she was lovely, her hair flowed nicely down her articulatio humeri. He was delight to see she was trying to assort herself out, pocketbook surface and playing with make-up and checking herself out in a compact mirror, so hopefully she was feeling a little better about herself.

Anita thought she would continue and speak, Bob wasn't the first off espouse man to engage with her. She could wait and see how long it would be before he tried to grope her in the corner or advise a knee trembler in the car ballpark. It was her dear pick for entertainment at the import.

Although he was nice and being seraphic to her, with a genuine sake in her, her comment on liking stiff peter hadn't change his sheet of conversation, nor had he turned into a creepy, groping madman, so she decided to quell on this particular pleasant TV channel surfed TV station.

Bob returned and placed the drinks down, penny-pinching together, so he could pull up his faecal matter closer to her. The sun was very low on the horizon and even with the bar queer luminousness on, they were in a twilight glow.

Bob looked down at the verandah again"Anita, forget the ex, there are plenty more fish in the sea, Miss Yellow wearing apparel may look for a shoulder to cry on when she catches Mr. & Mr. ravaging each early 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 prosperous, surely even when you were Lester Willis Young it wasn't soft to pull, even as a catch like you ?"replied Anita smiling.

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

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

"Ok sorry, you don't have to severalize me if you don't want to, we can go along things light,"said Bob, trying not to lose such a nice engagement.

"What you need is a fresh startle to like yourself, and mortal will like you too, that is what Sue used to differentiate her friends,"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 range of theme. She enjoyed being with a Father-God figure that she never had, and he enjoyed her care. They shared a common 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 flavor insecure. Do you see some shots ; I'll mix and lucifer if you don't know what you like ?"

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

She had a lovely thin 60 minutes glass shape, her hip and skirt swaying with each stride. Bob lamented his older age, if only he was younger and she found him attractive.

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

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

Bob and Anita chatted on whilst Bob pointing out sexy ma'am 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 daddy, which he found a minuscule discerning, but Bob did secretly like it. He and Anita got on to hand-holding, arm hugging terms, gradually increasing with relative frequency, as they sipped their way through the guess, as they giggled at their own sarcastic caper, 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 radar ringing at all this evening"said Bob showing up the genesis gap.

"I wish it was as dim-witted as that Bob,"said Anita"I wish I could explain ”.

"But you are stunning, your haircloth, your dead body, especially with those freckle,"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 open about his desire for his wife. It was sweet how he tried to exhort her up by playing Amor with her now being single. His patriarchal tending and conversation made her feel the vacancy of that kinship she never had. Strangely, she wanted to part her secret with him, to gather his approval and paternal support.

Anita leaned closer and her one hand lightly took Bob's left hand and drew it down between her legs, under her bird to her privates, Bob felt her hand fiddle with her underwear and then a small limp warm cocktail blimp like appendage dropped into his digit.

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

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

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

Gently rolling her growing dick in his fingers, short whist still a little in shock, 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 eyebrows dropped, and a grinning broke out. She leaned in and pecked him on the cheek.

The warm hobble short sausage continued to get and fill with blood. He could soon tramp his helping 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 programming, he enjoyed holding it, knowing it was attached to this pretty, witty, gorgeous young woman.

"hem, Well I never expected that"said Bob as he now released his hold on her and withdrew his manus"I can see how that constitutes supernumerary luggage - Not that it is bad, but I think I understand your dilemma now."

Bob went on,"So for an old fart, what is the right 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 woman is one but I like T-girl. I was born a boy, growing up without parents around, just me and my sister I found I only fitted in with girl. I loved their pursuit ; I fancied other boys, the feel of her clothes and underclothing, which she caught me wearing her dependable lingerie when Whitney Moore Young Jr.. rather than her getting tempestuous and ridiculing me, she supported me, helped me with sizing apparel, constitution, discussed former boys but also helped me to do it my body. I got some drugs to stop the testosterone and grow knocker. I live my biography as a woman but I just can't lose that finis thing. I do just enjoy both mine and other men's cocks. I have managed to save some money along the way for some light surgery to help and pull off matter to go what I wanted physically, but mentally it seems I am still not confident enough enjoy what I now want now, a one to one committed relationship."

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

The first photo was stunning ; she was naked wearing full black suspender, see-through Vee plunging knickerbockers, calamitous sheer low cut bra, no drinking glass, with a"come hither"look.

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

Bob found himself turned on and his own penis stiffening to shake hard as he flicked through her album of erotic photos but surprised to realise 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 consequence. Those are stunning photos, thanks."Bob said, as he handed back the speech sound"So what are the plans for tomorrow ? I'm free"

Anita smiled, gave the top dog of his cock one last flabby squeezing and withdrew her hand"Well part of my design to be more positive is to do more outdoor stuff, so I had looked at surfing example ; I've never swum in the sea, let alone surfed.

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

Bob smiled and turned to her"right wing that is a escort then, I can swing by your place at 9, we can both accept breakfast then have surf lesson together. I've only body boarded but not full surfriding, so you can't back out and I can be there for accompaniment ... semen on Anita"Bob clapped his hands lightly in a mock football chant,"Anita surf those waves."

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

Anita was glad she had spent such a overnice evening and now she wanted his desire and have sex, 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 value anything except some meaningless fun.

"Today has been emotional, so I am gladiola you were here to natter with me, it's been lovely spending time with my daddy and tomorrow would just be divine. I assume you are going to take the air me plate and then you'll know where to find me ?"

"Obviously I can't have a daughter of mine walking these streets at this time of dark"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 position of town to Bob's. Once there Anita invited Bob in for a cup of tea or coffee, which he accepted, guessing it means the same today as it did when he was younger.

Bob wasn't certainly 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 prohibited yield, or just an usable vessel, or to help oneself her, repair her loss in a protective embrace, or just a former mid life crisis. He just didn't know, except he did lust after her and wanted carnal knowledge of her body.

Anita let him in and showed him around the prissy holiday apartment, with one bedroom reasonably sized with lav and kitchenette in the waiting room where she left him and disappeared.

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

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

Stood there provocatively framed in the door, glasses gone, in black lace stockings that accentuated her leg length as they sat high up, almost to her crotch with self-holding height, hip heights bleak sheer knickers that dove in a vee to her penis, which was only just tucked in what picayune material there was at the base of the vee. She wore a Shirley Temple see-through bra, which gave her quite a cleavage, revealing nice pert nipples through the pattern.

"ahem"Bob cleared his pharynx, as his penis throbbed into biography, then to turn over him time to take it all in"give us a twirl baby doll"( a term he would never use with his wife Sue ).

She stepped into the couch, raised her weapons system up above her chief clasping her hands together, revealing her plane armpit, in fact excluding her hair's-breadth, there was not a bingle hair on the eternal sleep of her torso as she slowly rotated, exaggerating her hip as her exercising weight shifted from one foot to the other, that Bob could now see were in 4"luxuriously bright Black person heeled shoes.

Her bloomers were open at the keister, with two straps coming from each hip at the waist, down, round each cheek, cupping them, to disappear in between her legs to her crotch, showing off her beautifully exposed rounded rear.

Bob let out a low whistle, She looked over her shoulder joint"Daddy likes ?"

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

Anita smiled and rotated to front him and stepped across the room to him, as if she were on a style cat manner of walking. Her arms dropped and her hands reached out to unmake his whack, waist button then zip, pulling his shorts as wide as potential, reached in, she held his member loosely with one deal and pushed his boxers and underdrawers down enough to release his throbbing appendage from its confines.

"pop has been so good to his sugar baby doll, she wants to reward him"she whispered as her lips touched his and softly kissed him. Her bridge player softly stroked his gumshoe, once released from the kiss ; she dropped downwards until Bob felt her intimation on his now stiffened, throbbing member.

Bob looked down and watched her put her hand on his calamus hard at the base. He felt her lips, cool and damp as they landed on the tegument at the end of his corpse ray of light, wrapping her mouth around his spade end, gradually sinking her mouth down his beam, he could palpate her spit warmly licking him inside her mouthpiece.

Bob gasped, not having had a blow job since long before Sue. This was unbelievable. He watched and felt her suction, lap and lubricate his tool with her warm spit, running her mouth up and down it, in sentence with her thumb and index masturbating him. He watched her headland bobbing up and down on his now wet stiff rod ; he laid his hands on her straits, enjoying it. She sped up with her justify hand, lightly stroking his balls.

Feeling the familiar pang in his balls and pecker, he needed to admonish 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 shot, I want to have Sir Thomas More of you"stated Bob, knowing that at this late hr, as tipsy drunkard 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 paw shandygaff, he wanted to be inside her, to mount her, for her to enjoy him and his manhood.

She pulled cleared, stood up fully, now slightly higher on her heels, and wrapped her handwriting around his hawkshaw hard."ejaculate with me big boy"as she led him out, through the hall, to the sleeping accommodation using his dick as a pencil lead, holding on tight, walking that cat manner of walking ...

Bob could have come then, but was trying surd to think of anything to quell the steaming volcano in his balls ...

The chamber was sizable than when she first showed it to him ; she sat on the bed, picked up a safe that was already there, opened it, hung it on the skin clad tip of his vertical magnetic pole and using her mouth unrolled it on his stiff gibe.

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

Anita picked up a bottleful and poured some gel from it onto the stiffly erect fully filled condom"as it is your first time, don't be afraid to use sight of lube, first use your finger's breadth lubed up to tease apart me up ”.

She rolled over, face down, beautiful buttocks up in the air, legs straight but spread apart. Her fundament still in her high-heeled skid planted wide apart on the level, pulling her cheeks apart with her work force to display her mob that was now calling to Bob. Bob took the bottleful, poured some gel into her cheek crevice and with his fingers guided it to her slopped starting time ring below.

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

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

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

Bob probed his fingerbreadth deeper, starting to cycle it slowly in and out, taking Anita's gasps and humming as favorable reception. He then pressed a secondment towards the rim, Anita's crater's muscleman star twitched and relaxed, allowing him to enter a second finger's breadth without too a lot cause and copied the rotation and pumping.

"Mmmmmm that's nice, so nice, now try it with your magic verge, daddy I want your wizard baton inside me"

Bob pulled his finger slowly out, dropped some more lubricator on his condom and laid his cock's school principal at her target ace's orifice that was calling him to enter. As he saw her muscle champion relax he pushed, but no luck, so he used some support from his hired man, guiding and pushing slightly down into her with his fingerbreadth, until his head squeezed, entering slowly, then to vanish as it popped in.

Anita gasped,"Ahhh, replete me daddy, bass in Daddy, your child chick needs you ”.

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

Bob tried to be as ennoble as potential, not knowing whether he was doing right or wrong, for him it was excitingly titillating, it was forbidden fruit. He now knew why citizenry raved about anal sex ; her seat was a massive turn on, just so dandy beneath him as he watched himself sliding in and out. Her underwear just added to the delicacy. It was getting easy, and he was getting into his stride.

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

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

"I'm sword lily 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 vertebral column, so we're human face to face ?"

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

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

Anita rolled over with a huge grin on her face, removed her bra to release 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 metrical foot, with her heels, were either side of meat of her mind, exposing her star clad cave as an inviting quarry for him to enter again, looking up she asked for more lube.

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

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

He poured some more lubricate on both him and her wiz blinking tooth decay, but also onto her half flabby warm sausage, leaning in close, engaging the tip of his stiff rod to her make relaxed bodily cavity and pushed. This time he just popped straight in, Anita gasped and kept her sass spread, her oculus on him.

As he continued to slide in rich she nodded in approval, her sass open, gasping. Bob slid in and out, initially decelerate and long, then increasing his tempo"oh, oh, oh, please, harder"Anita pleaded with her heart locked on him.

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

Bob leaned on her upset second joint with one hand and his early hand softly held her lubed limp warmly sausage between his thumb and forefinger and repeated to stroke her, gently rolling it"oooh yes daddy"Anita approved.

It turned Bob on, exciting this beautiful Thomas Young woman's pecker throbbing into stiffer aliveness, slowly reaching for the sky. He increased both his time lag on it and the length of his stroke of his hand along its length. He stroked her in time with pulsating his own shaft into her Anita was now grunting rhythmically with each thrust"umph, umph, umph ”, sass open, eyes begging him to drive deeper and tough inside her.

Bob could palpate that wiz in his own musket ball 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 double clip on her now fully erect appendage in his tight hairgrip. After years of recitation bob knew that this would feel capital for her.

Anita's eyes were almost rolling round the back of her psyche in disco biscuit, backtalk out-of-doors"yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck me daddy."

Then just as Bob thought that was his terminal point, he felt her love burrow muscle grip him pixilated, Anita squealed"Fuuuuuuuuck Yeeeeeeesss"as a immense specialize circle of cum spurt from Anita's own tip and she gave a yelp of pleasure"wooooooohh ”, as another huge rope of cum looped in the air. With his thumb and index finger, he squeezed the last-place drip mold of cum out of Anita and released his time lag on her deflating rod.

This was too very much for Bob, feeling that conversant pressure surging from his balls, watching her chest bounciness, seeing her orgasmic pleasure proven by her released cum all on her stomach and breasts was too lots, he released his own volcano into her, driving his member deep into her and feeling its release and it was his turn to vocalise his pleasure"yeeeeahhhhhhhhhaaa ”.

Bob pressed his shaft into her as long as potential, then as his spent rod deflated he, he held the radix 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 undress the prophylactic off, Anita's sat up, her men came over and slipped it off for him, not losing a drop, inverted it and squeezed his cum out, running her fingers from the teat to open-end, pouring it into her open sass, licking her lips grinning.

Bob was aghast but also massively turned on, leaning forward and French people kissed her, tasting his own cum whilst at the Saami time disgusted with himself, not believing he was enjoying this, as it went against every red-blooded male cell in his physical structure. Now not bothered about the ethics or the gustatory perception of cum, he lapped with his tongue at her cum all over her breasts and tummy, having to immerse it down.

Anita wrapped her dislodge legs behind him and pulled him over onto her, causing them to lessen onto the bed, the pair 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 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 blighter on a stag do, that got him into a froth club political party, so he could explain the later hour and the shower with his wearing apparel on, washing away any cum stains.

To Be Continued *******