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You know what is goodness about being old ? You don't have to interest about what citizenry think of you. After nearly thirty age of marriage there isn't that force per unit area to perform, or even try to impress or obtain upshot from new relationships.

This trust of his age had brought Bob to this flash engaged beach slope pop up bar, plus it gave a not bad view across the beach. He had chosen a quiet faecal matter position to sit alone high up at a shallow table window cill, on the short face of the ` L'shaped inside bar. This view included the groups of millennials partying on the veranda below. So whilst up out of the noise, hustle and bustle he could still crowd watch, soaking up their ambiance whilst also quietly sip a beer, check email, school text and boldness book posts on his old smart phone.

Bob was quietly enjoying himself. There were still surfers out in the waves, mob on the beach for a late base on balls and dog Alice Walker. He could ferment out the top dog drinker, actor, dancers and romancers in the lads drinking below, plus the girls, all exhibiting traits he and his mates all had seen and experienced in the past.

Slightly envious of the young 20'something cuss, maybe a little relieved, no longer having the pressing of performing to impress first mate or to Margaret Court little girl, although unlike them Bob had never had a real holiday romance in all his 55 twelvemonth, he lamented.

A adult female brushed passed behind him to coerce into the even more apart spot in the turning point, against the wall on his left. Bob looked round to smile. She was a courteous flimsy build, wore a nice close fitting dim jersey, with a shortly yellow platted summer wench hanging over a nice fast bum.

She rested her easy beverage and Mobile River sound down on the far end of the window cill, propping herself on the last stool. She avoided any eye contact, her red whisker with purpleness gloss highlights draped over black-rimmed specs, hiding her eyes. Once settled, she didn't really take care up at the scene, just looked down and scrolled through her phone screen.

She appeared to be in her early mid-twenties, her pert breasts not overly large but courteous, trying to break open their way out of her tight T-shirt. Bob would own liked to have guessed their size of it, but he didn't even know his wife's bra sizing, so had no gauge to compare them against.

Bob's attention returned to his boozing, the view and a tall blond who had just appeared into thought, walking her little dog down the route to the beach. She was wearing those long gym trouser that showed off a pert duet of keister and lovely gymnastic legs.

After a short piece, Bob heard a stifled 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 burble sob, he thought he should ; she was obviously upset.

She now had her head in her hands, murmuring to herself, in a quiet whispering that Bob couldn't hear. Her step was choler towards herself. He caught the odd"Why ..."and"again."

"Hi, I'm Bob, are you ok ? Lovely weather we're having"Bob just couldn't resist trying to meliorate his evening with a little illuminate conversation with a new woman and hopefully improve hers.

As a youthful man Bob couldn't talk to pretty female child, his tongue would just get in the way ; he could barely blurt out out a few Holy Writ in fright, let alone a full time. Now at his age he just had to believe and Christian Bible just tumbled out.

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

Her methamphetamine that were the type you expect teachers or white lab coat wearing scientists in makeup ad to wear. They were propped up on a adorable button nose, with nose and brass speckled with freckles that confirmed she was a genuine red head.

Anita was used to being pestered and usually she enjoyed the attention, although tonight was the elision as she wanted to be left alone. But she was also used to living in the moment, taking what was in forepart of her as she didn't have any real semipermanent friends. So she was used to adapting to new friendly relationship, just like switching television communication channel, to chase the succeeding relationship fix, no subject how shallow or superfluous.

Her temperament changed and relaxed as soon as she caught vision of him, Bob seemed that perfective dependable non-threatening channel surf to break on and see if the program was worth watching.

Bob interpreted that softening in her brilliance as an opportunity to continue."Sorry, that was my topper chat up business, if you want to talk, happy to. You don't have to severalize me your troubles, but with me being a alien I will be none the wiser and you will cognize your mystery will be safe with me. Or we could just gossip about Mr. Red Shirt down there, that is obviously mad about his scoop mate Mr. Liverpool shirt and not his girl friend ?"Bob persevered.

She blurted out a stifled joke, brushed her bang back and looked down to the gallery, trying to find out"Mr. Red Shirt ”.

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

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

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

"He's down there on the right with a girl in a xanthous top seems to be with him, but he is touching his married person at every opportunity. Obviously he would rather ravage Mr. Liverpool shirt before Miss yellow dress."explained Bob.

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

"That I am, brilliant with other the great unwashed's kinship, knowing all, always right, but never with my own, I am useless at that, or so the married woman tells me ..."said Bob. Then angrily to himself, ` for fuck's sake bob, maiden chance to babble to some lovely bird and you mention the wife - you've just given her a frigid exhibitioner ’.

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

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

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

"So, do you want to verbalise about your bad news ?"Bob pressed.

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

Bob laughed and she blushed and explained ...

"My latest unsuccessful person of a long line of failures, I thought this was it after respective months and for once I had a kinship, someone who loved me for what I am, but she arranged for her ex-boyfriend to just encounter to be here with his match and tried to get me involved, I kicked her out of the holiday vapid yesterday. That was a textual matter dumping me and assassinating me with all my traits and bad habits."

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

"fountainhead, I am Bi-sexual, I love both sex and a few in-between,"she smiled, wondering if she could razz the player in Bob out into the loose, to expose any hidden desires and possibly change the row of the evening, she then whispered,"but I do sleep with a effective stiff cock,"giving Bob a wry smile.

Now it was Bob's turn to redden, although after a lifetime of mixing with extravertive rockers, this comment wasn't untoward nor out of character reference for some of his ally. But it stirred his own cock, with just the thought process of it.

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

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

"I wasn't going to"she raised her soft drink to show him."I'm not a big imbiber, in the past it has led down bad way 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 restorative"she beamed in reply.

Bob got up and went to the yearn end of the bar, got the barman's attending and ordered. Whilst waiting he looked back at Anita, jeez she was lovely, her hair flowed nicely down her shoulders. He was pleased to see she was trying to sort herself out, purse receptive and playing with makeup and checking herself out in a concordat mirror, so hopefully she was feeling a piffling best about herself.

Anita thought she would last out and talk, Bob wasn't the first wed man to engage with her. She could wait and see how hanker it would be before he tried to grope her in the turning point or suggest a knee trembler in the car Park. It was her Best option for entertainment at the here and now.

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

Bob returned and placed the drinks down, unaired together, so he could pull up his stool closer to her. The sun was very low on the horizon and even with the bar fairy twinkle on, they were in a dusky glow.

Bob looked down at the veranda again"Anita, forget the ex, there are plenty more fish in the sea, missy Yellow clothes may bet for a shoulder to cry on when she catches Mr. & Mr. ravaging each early later ? What the acrobatic blond just coming off the beach, the one carrying her dog ? She looks a cracker."

"Oh Bob, it's not that prosperous, surely even when you were young it wasn't slow to overstretch, even as a catch like you ?"replied Anita smiling.

"No you are right, my chat-up bank line were always corny, I was never lucky- until I met my wife Sue."he replied"but surely there are clubs, chat rooms, 1 dating apps that will get you in ghost with other citizenry looking for the same."Said Bob, hoping he wasn't losing her by showing the genesis gap.

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

"Ok sorry, you don't have to differentiate me if you don't want to, we can keep back things light,"said Bob, trying not to misplace such a dainty engagement.

"What you need is a fresh start to like yourself, and person will like you too, that is what Sue used to narrate her friends,"Bob said, trying to go as kindly as possible.

Bob and Anita continued to get on famously as the eve wore on, their conversation covering a wide-cut chain of topic. She enjoyed being with a father figure that she never had, and he enjoyed her aid. They shared a common sentience of witticism 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 feel insecure. Do you fancy some snapshot ; I'll mix and compeer if you don't know what you like ?"

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

She had a lovely thin time of day glass embodiment, her hip and dame swaying with each stride. Bob lamented his older age, if only he was immature and she found him attractive.

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

Now darker with the bar just dimly lit by the cheap fairy ignitor they were in the phantom, the euphony had crept up louder, people were coming and going off to clubs.

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

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

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

"I wish it was as wide-eyed as that Bob,"said Anita"I wish I could explicate ”.

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

Anita couldn't believe her luck 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 married woman. It was sweet-scented how he tried to cheer her up by playing Cupid with her now being single. His patriarchal aid and conversation made her flavor the emptiness of that relationship she never had. Strangely, she wanted to ploughshare her arcanum with him, to benefit his favorable reception and agnate support.

Anita leaned closer and her one deal lightly took Bob's left hired hand and drew it down between her ramification, under her skirt to her privates, Bob felt her hand fiddle with her underclothes and then a minuscule limp strong cocktail sausage like member dropped into his digit.

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

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

Looking into her eyes, she was waiting for some sort 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 thumb and 2 fingers, whilst growing but still limp, sliding his fingers up and down along its growing length.

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

The warm limp short sausage continued to grow and fill with blood. He could soon roll his hired 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 programing, he enjoyed holding it, knowing it was attached to this pretty, witty, gorgeous young woman.

"ahem, wellspring 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 dilemma now."

Bob went on,"So for an old fart, what is the right term, you know ? Are you gay, gay woman, 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 sis I found I only fitted in with girls. I loved their stake ; I fancied other boy, the tone of her wearing apparel and underwear, which she caught me wearing her best lingerie when new. Rather than her getting angry and ridiculing me, she supported me, helped me with sizing clothes, make-up, discussed other boys but also helped me to love my dead body. I got some drugs to stop the testosterone and grow boob. I live my living as a woman but I just can't lose that last thing. I do just have a go at it both mine and other men's cocks. I have managed to save some money along the way for some illumination surgery to help and pull off things to suit what I wanted physically, but mentally it seems I am still not confident enough enjoy what I now want now, a one to one committed relationship."

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

The number 1 pic was stunning ; she was naked wearing full contraband gallus, see-through Vee plunging pants, shameful gossamer low cut bra, no glasses, with a"seminal fluid hither"look.

He flicked across a few more, some with penis tucked in or just poking out diverse scanty, the conclusion one with her led on her back, with Anita looking down through her boob, between her legs in high spirits in the air ; dick loosely flopped to one incline and anus on full display.

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

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

"Do you need to ask, I think you are feeling the results. Those are stunning photo, thanks."Bob said, as he handed back the phone"So what are the plans for tomorrow ? I'm free"

Anita smiled, gave the heading of his shaft one last piano squeezing and withdrew her hand"Well character of my plan to be to a greater extent confident is to do more outdoor stuff, so I had looked at surfing example ; I've never swum in the sea, let alone surfed.

I checked out the surf school day this afternoon, but was too flighty to Bible anything ; the one I liked said they had availability from 11am tomorrow. They do the suit hire, boards and object lesson all in."

Bob smiled and turned to her"right field that is a date then, I can dangle by your place at 9, we can both induce breakfast then have surf example together. I've only body boarded but not full surfing, so you can't back out and I can be there for documentation ... Come on Anita"Bob clapped his custody lightly in a mock football chant,"Anita surf those waves."

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

Anita was glad she had spent such a skillful even 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 value anything except some meaningless fun.

"Today has been excited, so I am happy you were here to chat with me, it's been lovely spending time with my dad and tomorrow would just be divine. I assume you are going to walk me home and then you'll know where to rule me ?"

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

Anita's holiday flat was the early face 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 choose her. But he didn't know why, was his desire for some forbidden fruit, or just an available vessel, or to assist her, repair her expiration in a protective bosom, or just a recently mid life history crisis. He just didn't know, except he did lust after her and wanted sensual cognition of her body.

Anita let him in and showed him around the decent holiday apartment, with one bedroom reasonably sized with can and kitchenette in the lounge where she left him and disappeared.

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

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

Stood there provocatively framed in the doorway, glasses gone, in black lace stockings that accentuated her leg distance as they sat highschool up, almost to her genitals with self-holding top, hip high up black see-through knee breeches that dove in a vee to her penis, which was only just tucked in what little material there was at the foot of the vee. She wore a black-market gauze-like bra, which gave her quite a cleavage, revealing nice pert nipples through the pattern.

"Ahem"Bob cleared his throat, as his member throbbed into life, then to apply him time to make it all in"give us a twirl baby dame"( a full term he would never use with his wife Sue ).

She stepped into the waiting area, raised her arms up above her caput clasping her hired man together, revealing her shave armpits, in fact excluding her hair, there was not a exclusive hair on the rest of her physical structure as she slowly rotated, exaggerating her hip as her weight shifted from one foot to the other, that Bob could now see were in 4"high glistening inglorious heeled shoes.

Her breeches were open at the rear, with two shoulder strap coming from each hip at the waist, down, round each buttock, 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 shoulders"Daddy likes ?"

"Daddy sure does"Answered Bob, trying not to drool ; his member 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 mode cat walk. Her arms dropped and her hands reached out to loosen his belt, waist push button then zip, pulling his drawers as spacious as possible, reached in, she held his penis loosely with one hand and pushed his boxer and shorts down enough to put out his throbbing member from its confines.

"Daddy has been so good to his sugar sister doll, she wants to reinforce him"she whispered as her rim touched his and softly kissed him. Her hand softly stroked his putz, once released from the osculation ; she dropped downwards until Bob felt her breathing time on his now stiffened, throbbing member.

Bob looked down and watched her put her paw on his shaft hard at the base. He felt her mouth, poise and damp as they landed on the skin at the end of his cadaver shaft, wrapping her mouth around his spade end, gradually sinking her mouth down his tool, he could feel her tongue warmly licking him inside her oral cavity.

Bob gasped, not having had a blast job since long before Sue. This was unbelievable. He watched and felt her sucking, lap and lubricate his dick with her warm saliva, running her sass up and down it, in time with her quarter round and forefinger masturbating him. He watched her school principal bobbing up and down on his now wet unwavering rod ; he laid his script on her head, enjoying it. She sped up with her free hired man, lightly stroking his balls.

Feeling the fellow pang in his formal and shaft, he needed to monish her."I can find I'm going to cum Anita if you continue, but I don't want to devastate it. After all that drink I'll barely make one shot, I want to have more of you"stated Bob, knowing that at this recent hour, as tipsy drunk as he was, if he came, it would be game over and there was more for them both to savour, he didn't wishing just a later night C job or hand shandy, he wanted to be inside her, to twit her, for her to enjoy him and his manhood.

She pulled clear, stood up fully, now slightly higher on her heels, and wrapped her bridge player around his pecker hard."Come with me big boy"as she led him out, through the Radclyffe Hall, to the sleeping accommodation using his dick as a lead, holding on tight, walking that cat walk ...

Bob could take in come then, but was trying tough to reckon of anything to quell the steaming volcano in his testis ...

The bedroom was tidier 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 skin clad tip of his set up magnetic pole and using her mouth unrolled it on his stiff peter.

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

Anita picked up a bottle and poured some gel from it onto the stiffly erect fully filled condom"as it is your offset clock time, don't be afraid to use lots of lube, first use your fingers lubed up to untie me up ”.

She rolled over, face down, beautiful bum up in the air, legs heterosexual but unfold apart. Her feet still in her high-heeled shoes planted wide apart on the base, pulling her impertinence apart with her hands to break her band that was now calling to Bob. Bob took the bottle, poured some gel into her buttock crack and with his fingers guided it to her sozzled starting signal 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 finger in.

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

Bob probed his digit deeper, starting to cycle it slowly in and out, taking Anita's gasp and humming as blessing. He then pressed a s towards the rim, Anita's crater's muscle wizard twitched and relaxed, allowing him to move into a back finger without too much effort and copied the rotary motion and pumping.

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

Bob pulled his fingers slowly out, dropped some more lube on his prophylactic and laid his cock's principal at her target star's opening that was calling him to come in. As he saw her muscle star relax he pushed, but no fortune, so he used some support from his hand, guiding and pushing slightly down into her with his fingerbreadth, until his principal squeezed, entering slowly, then to vanish as it popped in.

Anita gasped,"Ahhh, occupy me daddy, deeper in pappa, your baby dame needs you ”.

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

Bob tried to be as blue as possible, not knowing whether he was doing right or wrong, for him it was excitingly erotic, it was forbidden fruit. He now knew why hoi polloi raved about anal sex ; her arse was a massive turn on, just so groovy beneath him as he watched himself sliding in and out. Her underwear just added to the treat. It was getting well-fixed, and he was getting into his stride.

The blue writhing of her beneath him made him cerebrate she was enjoying it as much as he was.

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

"I'm glad you are enjoying it, this is unconvincing"answered Bob"but I want to see you enjoy it, can we do it with you on your rear, so we're expression to present ?"

"Ohhhh yeessss"Anita gasped,"that is so much better, I want to see you savor me, the Lapplander way you please me ”.

Bob pulled out slowly and once gratis, realised how snug he was inside her, immediately wanting to dive back in.

Anita rolled over with a huge grin on her case, removed her bra to release her bouncing pert white meat, led on her back, raised her stocking-clad legs up above her and with an arm under each knee pulled them back, so her feet, with her dog, were either side of her headspring, exposing her star clad cave as an inviting target for him to record again, looking up she asked for more lube.

It transfixed Bob, she was stunning, and her black gamy cad were a real number on with the black underwear.

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

He poured some more lubricator on both him and her headliner blink cavity, but also onto her one-half flaccid warmly blimp, leaning in close, engaging the tip of his cadaver rod to her restful cavity and pushed. This prison term he just popped straight in, Anita gasped and kept her mouth spread out, her eyes on him.

As he continued to slide in inscrutable she nodded in approving, her oral cavity open, gasping. Bob slid in and out, initially slowly and long, then increasing his tempo"oh, oh, oh, please, gruelling"Anita pleaded with her eyes locked on him.

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

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

It turned Bob on, exciting this beautiful young womanhood's cock throbbing into stiffer biography, slowly reaching for the sky. He increased both his grasp on it and the length of his stroke of his paw along its length. He stroked her in prison term with pulsating his own dick into her Anita was now grunting rhythmically with each knife thrust"umph, umph, umph ”, mouth assailable, eyes begging him to ram deep and intemperately inside her.

Bob could feel that sensation in his own testicle and unfaltering rod he was right on the edge of coming. He raised the tempo again, now bouncing off her buns with a resounding smacking. He sped up his wanking of Anita to double meter on her now fully set up fellow member in his tight grasp. After geezerhood of practice bob knew that this would feel nifty for her.

Anita's eyes were almost rolling round the back of her pass in raptus, rima oris exposed"yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck me daddy."

Then just as Bob thought that was his limit, he felt her have a go at it burrow heftiness grip him soaked, Anita squealed"Fuuuuuuuuck Yeeeeeeesss"as a immense narrow rope of cum spurt from Anita's own tip and she gave a yelp of pleasance"wooooooohh ”, as another Brobdingnagian roach of cum looped in the air. With his quarter round and index, he squeezed the in conclusion drip mould of cum out of Anita and released his hold on her deflating rod.

This was too much for Bob, feeling that familiar air pressure surging from his balls, watching her breasts bounce, seeing her orgasmic delectation proven by her released cum all on her belly and breasts was too a great deal, he released his own volcano into her, driving his member deep into her and feeling its release and it was his play to sound his pleasance"yeeeeahhhhhhhhhaaa ”.

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

Just as he was about to just peel the safe off, Anita's sat up, her paw came over and slipped it off for him, not losing a drop, inverted it and squeezed his cum out, running her fingers from the pap to open-end, pouring it into her unresolved mouth, licking her lips grinning.

Bob was aghast but also massively turned on, leaning forward and French kissed her, tasting his own cum whilst at the same fourth dimension disgusted with himself, not believing he was enjoying this, as it went against every full-blooded Male electric cell in his soundbox. Now not bothered about the value orientation or the taste of cum, he lapped with his tongue at her cum all over her chest and stomach, having to swallow it down.

Anita wrapped her justify legs behind him and pulled him over onto her, causing them to settle 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 pocket-sized 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 making love I have to go, there is only so much I can explain to the wife ”, he grabbed his gear mechanism, returned to osculate her and promise to see her in the sunup and almost ran across town back to his apartment.

He convinced his wife he had met up with some lads on a hart do, that got him into a foam order company, so he could excuse the later 60 minutes and the shower with his clothes on, washing away any cum stains.

To Be Continued *******