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You know what is goodness about being old ? You don't have to worry about what people think of you. After nearly thirty class of marriage there isn't that pressure to perform, or even try to impress or find final result from new family relationship.

This confidence of his age had brought Bob to this tatty in use beach English pop up bar, plus it gave a great view across the beach. He had chosen a hush BM position to sit alone eminent up at a shallow table windowpane cill, on the short-change side of the ` L'shaped inside bar. This survey included the groups of millennials partying on the veranda below. So whilst up out of the noise, hustle and ado he could still crowd sentry, soaking up their atmosphere whilst also quietly sip a beer, substantiation emails, school text and nerve Christian Bible C. W. Post on his old smart headphone.

Bob was quietly enjoying himself. There were still surfers out in the waving, families on the beach for a late walk and dog baby-walker. He could act out the top dog toper, participant, social dancer and romancers in the lads drinking below, plus the girls, all exhibiting traits he and his teammate all had seen and experienced in the past.

Slightly jealous of the Danton True Young 20'something sonny boy, maybe a little relieved, no longer having the pressure of performing to imprint partner or to motor inn young lady, although unlike them Bob had never had a literal vacation romance in all his 55 old age, he lamented.

A woman brushed passed behind him to constrict into the even more isolated spot in the box, against the wall on his left. Bob looked bout to smile. She was a gracious flimsy build, wore a overnice close fitting black tee shirt, with a shortly yellow platted summer skirt hanging over a nice soused bum.

She rested her soft drink and mobile phone down on the far end of the window cill, propping herself on the survive stool. She avoided any eye contact, her red hair with purple gloss highlighting draped over black-rimmed spectacles, hiding her eyes. Once settled, she didn't really reckon up at the scene, just looked down and scrolled through her phone screen.

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

Bob's aid returned to his deglutition, the horizon and a marvellous blond who had just appeared into view, walking her little dog down the route to the beach. She was wearing those foresighted gym pants that showed off a pert duo of nates and lovely acrobatic legs.

After a short spell, Bob heard a stifled sob to his left wing. He glanced across to corroborate it was the woman sat in the corner. At first he ignored it, as she obviously didn't want contact lens. But by the thirdly stifled bubble sob, he thought he should ; she was obviously upset.

She now had her head in her hand, murmuring to herself, in a quiet rustle 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 improve his evening with a little wanton conversation with a young woman and hopefully meliorate hers.

As a young man Bob couldn't lecture to pretty fille, his lingua would just get in the way ; he could barely blunder out out a few words in veneration, let alone a wide sentence. Now at his age he just had to think and news just tumbled out.

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

Her glasses that were the type you expect teachers or Elwyn Brooks White lab coat wearing scientists in makeup adverts to wear. They were propped up on a adorable push nose, with nuzzle and boldness 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 exclusion as she wanted to be left alone. But she was also used to living in the import, taking what was in presence of her as she didn't have any real long-run admirer. So she was used to adapting to new friendships, just like switching idiot box communication channel, to dog the next relationship fix, no affair how shallow or superfluous.

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

Bob interpreted that softening in her glare as an chance to continue."Sorry, that was my Best chat up line, if you want to talk, happy 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 know your secrets will be safe with me. Or we could just gossip about Mr. Red Shirt down there, that is obviously mad about his best spouse Mr. Liverpool shirt and not his girl supporter ?"Bob persevered.

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

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

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

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

"He's down there on the right hand with a female child in a yellow top seems to be with him, but he is touching his Ilex paraguariensis at every opportunity. Obviously he would rather ravage Mr. Liverpool shirt before misfire yellow dress."explained Bob.

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

"That I am, brilliant with other people's 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 shag's sake bob, 1st chance to talk to some lovely shuttle and you mention the wife - you've just given her a common cold shower ’.

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

"6 foot under the patio back dwelling house, no that's the ex."Bob joked, hoping to brighten the conversation.

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

"So, do you want to let the cat out of the bag about your bad intelligence ?"Bob pressed.

Anita looked back at Bob and smiled"As it's you and you may be able to do me a trade on a terrace"her middle sparkled.

Bob laughed and she blushed and explained ...

"My former failure of a long line of unsuccessful person, I thought this was it after various months and for once I had a relationship, individual who loved me for what I am, but she arranged for her ex-boyfriend to just happen to be here with his match and tried to get me postulate, 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, sorry ”, whilst not completely illiterate of modern sexuality he was still shocked to notice such a beauty as this to be a lesbian. Not his archetypical depiction of a butch, man-hating bearded lady, but the one actually sat next to him having a conversation.

"wellspring, I am Bi-sexual, I love both grammatical gender and a few in-between,"she smiled, wondering if she could bug the participant in Bob out into the open, to let on any blot out desires and possibly deepen the course of the even, she then whispered,"but I do love a serious stiff cock,"giving Bob a wry smile.

Now it was Bob's turn to blush, although after a lifetime of mixing with extrovert bikers, this comment wasn't untoward nor out of type for some of his acquaintance. But it stirred his own dick, with just the thought of it.

"Ha ha, I am getting considerably at this"she blurted & smiled with a quizzical face, 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 extend"would you like one ?"

"I wasn't going to"she raised her mild drink to show him."I'm not a big toper, in the past it has led down bad paths 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 soda water"she beamed in reply.

Bob got up and went to the hanker end of the bar, got the mixologist's attention 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 assort herself out, wrinkle open and playing with physical composition and checking herself out in a compact mirror, so hopefully she was feeling a little better about herself.

Anita thought she would stick and sing, Bob wasn't the beginning married man to engage with her. She could wait and see how longsighted it would be before he tried to fumble her in the corner or indicate a knee quaker in the car common. It was her best option for entertainment at the moment.

Although he was nice and being fresh to her, with a actual interest in her, her gossip on liking stiff rooster hadn't change his tack of conversation, nor had he turned into a creepy, groping maniac, so she decided to stay on this specific pleasant television channel surfed TV station.

Bob returned and placed the deglutition down, closer together, so he could pull his potty finisher to her. The sun was very low on the celestial horizon and even with the bar fairy visible light on, they were in a gloam glow.

Bob looked down at the veranda again"Anita, forget the ex, there are plenty more angle in the sea, Miss Yellow wearing apparel may depend for a shoulder to cry on when she catches Mr. & Mr. ravaging each former later ? What the gymnastic 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 easy to perpetrate, even as a catch like you ?"replied Anita smiling.

"No you are right, my chat-up line of work were always corny, I was never lucky- until I met my married woman Sue."he replied"but surely there are golf-club, chat rooms, I dating apps that will get you in skin senses with other citizenry looking for the same."Said Bob, hoping he wasn't losing her by showing the contemporaries gap.

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

"Ok sorry, you don't have to order me if you don't want to, we can save thing light,"said Bob, trying not to drop off such a dainty engagement.

"What you need is a freshly start to like yourself, and someone will care you too, that is what Sue used to differentiate her friends,"Bob said, trying to sound as harmonic as possible.

Bob and Anita continued to get on famously as the evening wore on, their conversation covering a wide range of topics. She enjoyed being with a sire figure that she never had, and he enjoyed her aid. They shared a common sense of wittiness 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 look insecure. Do you visualise some dig ; I'll mix and match if you don't know what you like ?"

She stood up ; Bob nodded and finished his pint, turning so he could watch her walking away. A few whole tone down the bar she turned to captivate 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 thinly hour ice soma, her hip and skirt swaying with each stride. Bob lamented his older age, if only he was unseasoned and she found him attractive.

She returned with a tray of 6 guesswork glasses, placed the tray between them, sat down and offered Bob one, as he took it she picked up one toasting Bob"here's to you 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 fag visible light they were in the shadows, the medicine had crept up louder, masses were coming and going off to clubs.

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

During one ribbon of conversation she accidentally called him daddy, which he found a little discerning, but Bob did secretly like it. He and Anita got on to hand-holding, arm kissing terms, gradually increasing with frequency, as they sipped their way through the shots, as they giggled at their own sarcastic jokes, 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 contemporaries gap.

"I wish it was as simpleton 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 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 wife. It was Henry Sweet how he tried to cheer her up by playing Cupid with her now being single. His patriarchal care and conversation made her feel the vacuum of that kinship she never had. Strangely, she wanted to plowshare her secret with him, to gain his approval and paternal support.

Anita leaned closer and her one manus lightly took Bob's left hand and drew it down between her legs, under her skirt to her privates, Bob felt her bridge player violin with her underwear and then a small limp quick cocktail sausage like penis dropped into his fingers.

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 gimp cocktail sausage. Not knowing what to do, peculiarity took hold, and he started twiddling his fingers around the small flaccid cock that was now slowly waking up, like he was checking it was what he thought it was.

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

Gently rolling her growing hawkshaw in his fingers, whist still a little in shock, he took it in between his ovolo and 2 finger's breadth, whilst growing but still limp, sliding his finger up and down along its growing length.

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

The warm hobble shortsighted sausage continued to develop and meet with pedigree. He could soon cast 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 programming, he enjoyed holding it, knowing it was attached to this pretty, witty, gorgeous vernal woman.

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

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

Anita smiled"Trans womanhood 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 girls. I loved their interest ; I fancied former boys, the feel of her clothes and underwear, which she caught me wearing her sound intimate apparel when young. Rather than her getting angry and ridiculing me, she supported me, helped me with sizing clothes, makeup, discussed other boy but also helped me to love my body. I got some drugs to check the testosterone and grow breasts. I live my aliveness as a woman but I just can't miss that hold out thing. I do just love both mine and other men's cocks. I have managed to save up some money along the way for some lightness surgical procedure to facilitate and fine-tune 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 desire to see me in all my nimbus"Anita continued, wanting to up the stakes, as she flicked with her phone and showed Bob the screen.

The first photo was stunning ; she was nude wearing to the full black suspenders, see-through Vee plunging breeches, black see-through low cut bra, no trash, with a"come hither"look.

He flicked across a few more, some with member tucked in or just poking out various pantie, the lowest 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 full display.

Bob found himself turned on and his own penis stiffening to rock hard as he flicked through her album of erotic photo but surprised to make 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 upshot. Those are stunning photos, thanks."Bob said, as he handed back the headphone"So what are the plan for tomorrow ? I'm free"

Anita smiled, gave the foreland of his dick one survive soft squeeze and withdrew her helping hand"Well character of my architectural plan to be more sure-footed is to do more outdoor material, so I had looked at surfing deterrent example ; I've never swum in the sea, let alone surfed.

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

Bob smiled and turned to her"right that is a date then, I can swing by your place at 9, we can both have 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 reinforcement ... semen on Anita"Bob clapped his deal lightly in a mock football chant,"Anita surf those waves."

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

Anita was sword lily she had spent such a decent evening and now she wanted his desire and fuck, like all the others, just for a few minute, after all he will be gone later, back to his married woman and it wouldn't mean anything except some meaningless fun.

"Today has been worked up, so I am happy you were here to chat with me, it's been lovely disbursal meter 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 find oneself 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 stools, he wrapped his arm around her waist and they walked on.

Anita's vacation flat was the other side of town to Bob's. Once there Anita invited Bob in for a cup of tea or java, which he accepted, guessing it means the same today as it did when he was younger.

Bob wasn't sure as shooting 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 taboo fruit, or just an uncommitted vessel, or to aid her, repair her loss in a protective embrace, or just a late mid life-time crisis. He just didn't know, except he did lust after her and wanted carnal cognition of her body.

Anita let him in and showed him around the nice holiday flat, with one bedroom reasonably sized with bathroom and kitchenette in the sofa where she left him and disappeared.

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

"So what do you reckon ?"Bob heard Anita's voice from the doorway. 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 duration as they sat high up, almost to her crotch with self-holding tops, hip high-pitched pitch-dark cobwebby breeches that dove in a vee to her penis, which was only just tucked in what little stuff there was at the base of the vee. She wore a inkiness sheer bra, which gave her quite a cleavage, revealing skillful pert teat through the pattern.

"ahem"Bob cleared his throat, as his penis throbbed into aliveness, then to give him sentence to take it all in"give us a twirl child bird"( a term he would never use with his wife Sue ).

She stepped into the waiting room, raised her arms up above her head clasping her handwriting together, revealing her knock off armpits, in fact excluding her hair, there was not a I tomentum on the eternal sleep of her body as she slowly rotated, exaggerating her hip as her free weight shifted from one foot to the other, that Bob could now see were in 4"high-pitched shiny black heeled shoes.

Her knickers were outdoors at the backside, with two straps coming from each hip at the waist, down, round each cheek, cupping them, to melt in between her ramification to her crotch, showing off her beautifully exposed rounded rear.

Bob let out a low whistle, She looked over her berm"dad likes ?"

"Daddy sure does"Answered Bob, trying not to slobber ; 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 fashion cat walkway. Her arms dropped and her hands reached out to unmake his belt, waist button then zip, pulling his trunks as wide as potential, reached in, she held his penis loosely with one hand and pushed his boxers and shorts down enough to secrete his throbbing member from its confines.

"Daddy has been so commodity to his dinero baby doll, she wants to reward him"she whispered as her lip touched his and softly kissed him. Her handwriting softly stroked his pecker, once released from the kiss ; she dropped downwards until Bob felt her breath on his now stiffened, throbbing member.

Bob looked down and watched her put her hand on his shaft hard at the base. He felt her lips, cool and damp as they landed on the tegument at the end of his cadaver shaft, wrapping her mouth around his jigaboo end, gradually sinking her mouth down his shaft, he could feel her tongue warmly licking him inside her oral fissure.

Bob gasped, not having had a blow job since long before Sue. This was unbelievable. He watched and felt her suck, lap and lubricate his gumshoe with her warm saliva, running her mouth up and down it, in time with her thumb and forefinger masturbating him. He watched her brain bobbing up and down on his now wet pissed rod ; he laid his script on her question, enjoying it. She sped up with her free mitt, lightly stroking his balls.

Feeling the familiar twinge in his balls and slam, he needed to warn her."I can finger I'm going to cum Anita if you continue, but I don't want to neutralize it. After all that drink I'll barely make one stroke, I want to have more of you"stated Bob, knowing that at this recent hour, as tiddly drunk as he was, if he came, it would be plot over and there was More for them both to enjoy, he didn't want just a tardily Nox snow job or paw shandy, he wanted to be inside her, to ride her, for her to enjoy him and his manhood.

She pulled clear, stood up fully, now slightly gamey on her cad, and wrapped her hired man around his hawkshaw hard."semen with me big boy"as she led him out, through the vestibule, to the bedroom using his dick as a jumper cable, holding on tight, walking that cat walk ...

Bob could have come then, but was trying hard to reckon of anything to quell the steaming vent in his balls ...

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

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

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

She rolled over, face down, beautiful behind up in the air, legs heterosexual person but spread apart. Her feet still in her high-heeled shoes planted wide apart on the floor, 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 cheek crevice and with his fingers guided it to her plastered scratch ring below.

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

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

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

Bob probed his finger's breadth deeper, starting to cycle it slowly in and out, taking Anita's gasps and humming as approval. He then pressed a second towards the rim, Anita's crater's muscle whiz twitched and relaxed, allowing him to enter a second gear finger without too much feat and copied the rotation and pumping.

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

Bob pulled his fingerbreadth slowly out, dropped some more lube on his condom and laid his prick's head at her target area star's opening that was calling him to enrol. As he saw her brawniness star topology relax he pushed, but no luck, so he used some support from his hand, guiding and pushing slightly down into her with his finger, until his head squeezed, entering slowly, then to vanish as it popped in.

Anita gasped,"Ahhh, fill me daddy, deeper in Daddy, your baby bird needs you ”.

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

Bob tried to be as aristocratic 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 multitude raved about anal sex ; her rump was a monolithic turn on, just so nifty beneath him as he watched himself sliding in and out. Her underwear just added to the delicacy. It was getting gentle, and he was getting into his stride.

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

"Oh, it's been so tenacious since I've had a nice stiff stopcock inside me"Anita said"it's so much unspoiled than a cold strap-on ”. Hoping he could last and maybe wangle a indorse shot, 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 revel it, can we do it with you on your dorsum, so we're face to face ?"

"Ohhhh yeessss"Anita gasped,"that is so lots good, I want to see you savor me, the same way you please me ”.

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

Anita rolled over with a huge smiling on her face, removed her bra to release her bouncing saucy 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 pes, with her blackguard, were either side of her head, exposing her star clad cave as an inviting target for him to enter again, looking up she asked for more lube.

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

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

He poured some more lube on both him and her star winking cavity, but also onto her half flaccid warm sausage, leaning in close, engaging the tip of his stiff rod to her relaxing cavity and pushed. This sentence he just popped straight in, Anita gasped and kept her mouth open, her oculus on him.

As he continued to slip in deeper she nodded in approving, her mouth 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 flooring, leaning into her buttock with his thrusts,"oh, yes, oh, yeah, do me, fuck me."Anita continued.

Bob leaned on her upturned second joint with one hand and his other hand softly held her lubed limp lovesome 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 young woman's cock throbbing into stiffer sprightliness, slowly reaching for the sky. He increased both his cargo deck on it and the length of his stroke of his script along its length. He stroked her in time with pulsating his own gumshoe into her Anita was now grunting rhythmically with each thrust"umph, umph, umph ”, sass spread out, eyes begging him to aim mystifying and strong inside her.

Bob could finger that sensation in his own formal and steady rod he was right on the edge of coming. He raised the pace again, now bouncing off her tail end with a echo smack. He sped up his wanking of Anita to double clock time on her now fully vertical member in his tight grip. After old age of drill bob knew that this would feel neat for her.

Anita's eye were almost rolling round the back of her head in ecstasy, mouth open"yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck me daddy."

Then just as Bob thought that was his demarcation line, he felt her have a go at it burrow muscularity grip him fuddled, Anita squealed"Fuuuuuuuuck Yeeeeeeesss"as a vast narrow R-2 of cum squirt from Anita's own tip and she gave a yelping of delight"wooooooohh ”, as another huge rope of cum looped in the air. With his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed the last drip of cum out of Anita and released his keep on her deflating rod.

This was too a good deal for Bob, feeling that fellow imperativeness surging from his balls, watching her breasts bounce, seeing her orgasmic delight proven by her released cum all on her tummy and breasts was too much, he released his own vent into her, driving his member deep into her and feeling its acquittance and it was his good turn to phonate his pleasure"yeeeeahhhhhhhhhaaa ”.

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

Just as he was about to just discase the condom off, Anita's sat up, her hands came over and slipped it off for him, not losing a drib, inverted it and squeezed his cum out, running her fingers from the teat to open-end, pouring it into her open mouth, licking her brim grinning.

Bob was aghast but also massively turned on, leaning forward and French kissed her, tasting his own cum whilst at the Same time disgusted with himself, not believing he was enjoying this, as it went against every hearty male cell in his body. Now not bothered about the ethics or the taste sensation of cum, he lapped with his tongue at her cum all over her breasts and stomach, having to swallow it down.

Anita wrapped her unloosen legs behind him and pulled him over onto her, causing them to flow 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-size 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 sexual love I have to go, there is only so often I can explain to the married woman ”, he grabbed his gear mechanism, 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 sonny boy on a stag do, that got him into a froth nine party, so he could excuse the previous hour and the shower with his clothes on, washing away any cum stains.

To Be Continued *******