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You know what is full about being old ? You don't have to worry about what people think of you. After nearly xxx years of marriage ceremony there isn't that pressure to perform, or even try to affect or obtain solvent from new relationships.

This confidence of his age had brought Bob to this cheap busy beach side of meat pop up bar, plus it gave a bang-up view across the beach. He had chosen a quiet throne position to sit alone mellow 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, bustle and bustle he could still crowd watch, soaking up their atmosphere whilst also quietly sip a beer, check e-mail, textual matter and case book posts on his old smart sound.

Bob was quietly enjoying himself. There were still surfers out in the waving, families on the beach for a later walk and dog walkers. He could work out the top dog juicer, player, terpsichorean and romancers in the lads drinking below, plus the lady friend, all exhibiting traits he and his mates all had seen and experienced in the past.

Slightly jealous of the young 20'something bloke, maybe a trivial alleviated, no longer having the air pressure of performing to impress mates or to court young woman, although unlike them Bob had never had a rattling holiday romance in all his 55 years, he lamented.

A woman brushed passed behind him to crush into the even more isolated bit in the corner, against the rampart on his left. Bob looked unit of ammunition to smile. She was a nice slight build, wore a nice close fitting black T-shirt, with a short yellow platted summer skirt hanging over a nice stiff bum.

She rested her piano beverage and mobile telephone down on the far end of the window cill, propping herself on the survive pot. She avoided any eye contact, her red fuzz with purpleness gloss highlights draped over black-rimmed glasses, hiding her eyes. Once settled, she didn't really search up at the scene, just looked down and scrolled through her sound screen.

She appeared to be in her ahead of time twenties, her pert boob not overly large but Nice, trying to bust their way out of her tight jersey. Bob would give birth liked to bear guessed their size, but he didn't even love his wife's bra sizing, so had no gage to compare them against.

Bob's attention returned to his drink, the horizon and a tall blond who had just appeared into thought, walking her slight dog down the road to the beach. She was wearing those long gym pants that showed off a pert pair of stern and lovely athletic legs.

After a short while, 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 liaison. But by the third gear stifled burble sob, he thought he should ; she was obviously upset.

She now had her psyche in her hands, murmuring to herself, in a quiet rustling that Bob couldn't hear. Her tonus 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 small dismount conversation with a Cy Young cleaning woman and hopefully amend hers.

As a Whitney Young man Bob couldn't talking to pretty daughter, his tongue would just get in the way ; he could barely blurt out a few words in fear, let alone a full time. Now at his age he just had to think and dustup just tumbled out.

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

Her meth that were the type you expect teachers or white lab coat wearing scientists in composition adverts to hold out. They were propped up on a lovely button nose, with nose and cheeks speckled with freckle that confirmed she was a true red head.

Anita was used to being pestered and usually she enjoyed the attention, although tonight was the exception as she wanted to be left alone. But she was also used to living in the instant, taking what was in front of her as she didn't have any real long-term ally. So she was used to adapting to new friendships, just like switching goggle box channels, to chase the future relationship fix, no matter how shoal or superfluous.

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

Bob interpreted that softening in her spotlight as an chance to continue."Sorry, that was my honorable chat up line, if you want to sing, happy to. You don't have to tell me your problem, but with me being a stranger 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 trump mate Mr. Liverpool shirt and not his girl friend ?"Bob persevered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That I am, brilliant with other people's relationships, 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 screw's sake bob, 1st fortune to talk to some cover girl shuttle and you mention the wife - you've just given her a stale shower bath ’.

"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 household, no that's the ex."Bob joked, hoping to lighten up the conversation.

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

"So, do you want to talk about your bad newsworthiness ?"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 terrace"her eyes sparkled.

Bob laughed and she blushed and explained ...

"My latest loser of a long personal line of credit of failures, I thought this was it after several month and for once I had a relationship, someone who loved me for what I am, but she arranged for her ex-boyfriend to just materialize to be here with his better half and tried to get me take, I kicked her out of the holiday flat yesterday. That was a school text dumping me and assassinating me with all my traits and bad habits."

"She ?"blurted Bob"oh, regretful ”, whilst not completely nescient of modern font sex he was still shocked to detect such a beaut as this to be a lesbian. Not his archetypical picture of a dyke, man-hating bearded noblewoman, but the one actually sat next to him having a conversation.

"well, I am Bi-sexual, I love both sexuality and a few in-between,"she smiled, wondering if she could badger the player in Bob out into the overt, to expose any obliterate desires and possibly change the line of the evening, she then whispered,"but I do love a good clay putz,"giving Bob a wry smile.

Now it was Bob's turn to blush, although after a life of mixing with extrovert rockers, this comment wasn't untoward nor out of fictional character for some of his friend. But it stirred his own shaft, with just the thought of it.

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

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

"I wasn't going to"she raised her soft drink to bear witness him."I'm not a big drinker, in the yesteryear 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 Bombay gin and tonic"she beamed in reply.

Bob got up and went to the foresighted end of the bar, got the bartender's attention and ordered. Whilst waiting he looked back at Anita, jeez she was lovely, her fuzz flowed nicely down her shoulder joint. He was delight to see she was trying to classify herself out, purse undecided and playing with make-up and checking herself out in a compact mirror, so hopefully she was feeling a petty better about herself.

Anita thought she would stay on and talk, Bob wasn't the first married man to engage with her. She could wait and see how recollective it would be before he tried to grope her in the corner or suggest a knee joint trembler in the car park. It was her estimable option for amusement at the bit.

Although he was courteous and being sweet to her, with a actual pastime in her, her comment on liking stiff stopcock hadn't change his tack of conversation, nor had he turned into a creepy, groping madman, so she decided to stay on this particular pleasant TV channel surfed TV station.

Bob returned and placed the drinks down, faithful together, so he could pull his commode closer to her. The sun was very low on the horizon and even with the bar fairy lights on, they were in a evenfall glow.

Bob looked down at the veranda again"Anita, leave the ex, there are plenty more fish in the sea, Miss yellowness wearing apparel may depend for a shoulder to cry on when she catches Mr. & Mr. ravaging each other later ? What the athletic blond just coming off the beach, the one carrying her dog ? She looks a cracker."

"Oh Bob, it's not that easygoing, surely even when you were young it wasn't easy to draw out, even as a catch like you ?"replied Anita smiling.

"No you are right, my chat-up lines were always corny, I was never lucky- until I met my wife Sue."he replied"but surely there are cabaret, Old World chat way, 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 tardily as that, as I am also carrying a bit of extra baggage"answered Anita, grasping his upper berth arm in a brief hug.

"Ok sorry, you don't have to say me if you don't want to, we can celebrate things light,"said Bob, trying not to mislay such a dainty engagement.

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

Bob and Anita continued to get on famously as the eventide wore on, their conversation covering a wide stove of theme. She enjoyed being with a forefather image that she never had, and he enjoyed her attention. They shared a green horse sense of humour despite the genesis 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 shots ; 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 away. A few footmark down the bar she turned to catch him watching her, cheekily smiled and wagged her finger at him, like a naughty boy, then continued on once she saw him blush.

She had a lovely thinly hour methamphetamine hydrochloride physique, her hip and skirt swaying with each stride. Bob lamented his older age, if only he was vernal and she found him attractive.

She returned with a tray of 6 shot trash, 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 flash fairy lighting they were in the trace, the music had crept up louder, citizenry 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 light amusing appreciative"Phworrr"noise, leaving them both chuckling.

During one thread 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 necking terminus, gradually increasing with frequency, as they sipped their way through the shaft, as they giggled at their own sarcastic put-on, often at former multitude's expense.

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

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

"But you are stunning, your whisker, 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 innuendo ; he was open about his desire for his wife. It was sweet how he tried to cheer her up by playing cupid with her now being I. His patriarchal concern and conversation made her feel the emptiness of that relationship she never had. Strangely, she wanted to share her secret with him, to pull ahead his approval and paternal support.

Anita leaned closer and her one paw lightly took Bob's left paw and drew it down between her legs, under her skirt to her genital organ, Bob felt her mitt violin with her underclothes and then a minuscule hitch warm cocktail sausage like member 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 other man's cock, let alone a beautiful womanhood with a limp cocktail sausage. Not knowing what to do, rarity took hold, and he started twiddling his fingerbreadth 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 eyes, she was waiting for some kind of reply, but he didn't know what to say.

Gently rolling her growing cock in his fingers, whist still a piffling in jounce, he took it in between his thumb and 2 fingers, whilst growing but still limp, sliding his fingerbreadth 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 hobble short sausage balloon continued to grow and fill with blood. He could soon roll his hand around it and just lightly stuff 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 young woman.

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

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

Anita smiled"Trans char is one but I like T-girl. I was born a boy, growing up without parents around, just me and my sister I found I only fitted in with girls. I loved their interests ; I fancied other male child, the tone of her wearing apparel and underclothing, which she caught me wearing her substantially lingerie when young. Rather than her getting tempestuous and ridiculing me, she supported me, helped me with sizing clothes, makeup, discussed former boy but also helped me to love my physical structure. I got some drugs to hold on the testosterone and grow breasts. I live my life as a woman but I just can't lose that last thing. I do just enjoy both mine and other men's cock. I have managed to save some money along the way for some light surgical operation to help and pluck things to go what I wanted physically, but mentally it seems I am still not sure-footed enough enjoy what I now want now, a one to one committed relationship."

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

The maiden pic was stunning ; she was naked wearing good Shirley Temple Black suspenders, see-through Vee plunging knickers, black see-through low cut bra, no glasses, with a"semen hither"look.

He flicked across a few to a greater extent, some with phallus tucked in or just poking out various panties, the close 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 face and anus on full display.

Bob found himself turned on and his own penis 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 validation of her own body.

"Do you need to ask, I think you are feeling the consequence. Those are stunning pic, thanks."Bob said, as he handed back the phone"So what are the architectural plan for tomorrow ? I'm justify"

Anita smiled, gave the head of his shaft one last soft squeezing and withdrew her hired hand"Well part of my plan to be more positive is to do to a greater extent outdoor material, so I had looked at surfing moral ; I've never swum in the sea, let alone surfed.

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

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

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

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

"Today has been emotional, so I am sword lily you were here to confab with me, it's been lovely spending time with my daddy and tomorrow would just be godlike. I assume you are going to walk me place and then you'll know where to ascertain me ?"

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

Anita's holiday apartment was the other side 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 indisputable 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 scale for him, he would take her. But he didn't know why, was his desire for some taboo yield, or just an available vessel, or to facilitate her, repair her release in a protective embrace, or just a recently mid life sentence 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 courteous holiday apartment, with one sleeping accommodation reasonably sized with lavatory and kitchenette in the lounge where she left him and disappeared.

Bob filled & turned on the kettledrum, busying himself finding cup, milk and tea bags.

"So what do you think ?"Bob heard Anita's phonation 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 distance as they sat high up, almost to her crotch with self-holding top side, hip senior high Negroid gauzy knickers that dove in a vee to her penis, which was only just tucked in what small material there was at the base of the vee. She wore a blackness cobwebby bra, which gave her quite a segmentation, revealing nice pert nipples through the pattern.

"Ahem"Bob cleared his throat, as his penis throbbed into life, then to give him fourth dimension to study it all in"give us a twirl babe doll"( a term he would never use with his wife Sue ).

She stepped into the lounge, raised her arms up above her head teacher clasping her helping hand together, revealing her plane armpits, in fact excluding her hairsbreadth, there was not a single hair's-breadth on the rest of her body as she slowly rotated, exaggerating her hip as her exercising weight shifted from one foot to the early, that Bob could now see were in 4"high-pitched glazed black heeled shoes.

Her knee breeches were open at the rear, with two shoulder strap coming from each hip at the shank, down, polish up each brass, cupping them, to evaporate in between her stage to her genital organ, showing off her beautifully exposed rounded rear.

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

"Daddy sure does"Answered Bob, trying not to drivel ; his member was bursting at his short pants zip.

Anita smiled and rotated to present him and stepped across the way to him, as if she were on a fashion cat walk. Her sleeve dropped and her hands reached out to undo his belt, waist button then zip, pulling his shorts as wide as possible, reached in, she held his penis loosely with one hand and pushed his boxers and shorts down enough to release his throbbing member from its confines.

"papa has been so good to his wampum baby skirt, she wants to reward him"she whispered as her lip touched his and softly kissed him. Her hand softly stroked his dick, 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 mitt on his dig hard at the foundation. He felt her lips, cool and damp as they landed on the hide at the end of his stiff shaft, wrapping her mouth around his spade end, gradually sinking her backtalk down his lance, he could sense her natural language warmly licking him inside her sass.

Bob gasped, not having had a setback job since long before Sue. This was incredible. He watched and felt her suck, lap and lubricate his peter with her warm spittle, running her mouth up and down it, in clip with her thumb and forefinger masturbating him. He watched her promontory bobbing up and down on his now wet unbendable rod ; he laid his hands on her head, enjoying it. She sped up with her unloose hand, lightly stroking his balls.

Feeling the familiar pang in his clump and irradiation, he needed to warn her."I can feel I'm going to cum Anita if you continue, but I don't want to waste it. After all that drink I'll barely make one shot, I want to have Sir Thomas More of you"stated Bob, knowing that at this belatedly hour, as potty wino as he was, if he came, it would be game over and there was more for them both to enjoy, he didn't wishing just a late nighttime blow job or deal shandy, he wanted to be inside her, to ride her, for her to enjoy him and his manhood.

She pulled top, stood up fully, now slightly higher on her heels, and wrapped her hand around his dick hard."seed with me big boy"as she led him out, through the hall, to the bedroom using his cock as a lead, holding on tight, walking that cat walk ...

Bob could give come then, but was trying heavily to think of anything to quell the steaming volcano in his orb ...

The bedchamber 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 garb tip of his erect pole and using her sassing unrolled it on his stiff shaft.

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

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

She rolled over, face down, beautiful buttocks up in the air, legs straight but circularise apart. Her ft still in her high-heeled shoes planted wide apart on the floor, pulling her impudence apart with her hand to display her ring that was now calling to Bob. Bob took the bottle, poured some gel into her buttock crevice and with his fingers guided it to her tight start ring below.

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

Bob gently circled his finger around her band, dribbling some more lubricant 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 deeper, starting to cycle it slowly in and out, taking Anita's gasp and humming as favourable reception. He then pressed a second towards the rim, Anita's Crater's muscle star twitched and relaxed, allowing him to enter a second finger without too a lot effort and copied the rotation and pumping.

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

Bob pulled his digit slowly out, dropped some more lubricator on his condom and laid his hammer's head at her target star's opening that was calling him to enter. As he saw her muscleman star relax he pushed, but no portion, so he used some support from his hand, guiding and pushing slightly down into her with his digit, until his head squeezed, entering slowly, then to vanish as it popped in.

Anita gasped,"Ahhh, replete me daddy, recondite in dad, your sister doll needs you ”.

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

Bob tried to be as conciliate 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 people raved about anal retentive sex ; her arse was a massive go on, just so peachy beneath him as he watched himself sliding in and out. Her underwear just added to the delicacy. It was getting easier, and he was getting into his stride.

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

"Oh, it's been so farseeing since I've had a nice corpse peter inside me"Anita said"it's so much better than a cold strap-on ”. Hoping he could last and maybe manage a second gear shot, it disappointed her not having him cum in her mouth.

"I'm sword lily you are enjoying it, this is unlikely"answered Bob"but I want to see you delight it, can we do it with you on your back, so we're nerve to face ?"

"Ohhhh yeessss"Anita gasped,"that is so lots ameliorate, I want to see you enjoy me, the Lapp way you please me ”.

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

Anita rolled over with a vast grin on her expression, removed her bra to release her bouncing pert chest, led on her back, raised her stocking-clad pegleg up above her and with an arm under each human knee pulled them back, so her feet, with her heels, were either side of her head, exposing her superstar clad cave as an inviting target for him to accede again, looking up she asked for more lube.

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

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

He poured some more lubricate on both him and her champion winking cavity, but also onto her one-half flaccid warm blimp, leaning in close, engaging the tip of his stiff rod to her relaxing cavity and pushed. This time he just popped straight in, Anita gasped and kept her backtalk spread, her eyes on him.

As he continued to slip in recondite she nodded in blessing, her backtalk unfastened, gasping. Bob slid in and out, initially slow and long, then increasing his tempo"oh, oh, oh, please, harder"Anita pleaded with her eyes locked on him.

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

Bob leaned on her upturned thigh with one paw and his early hand softly held her lubed hobble warm sausage balloon 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 Danton True Young woman's cock throbbing into stiffer life, slowly reaching for the sky. He increased both his custody on it and the duration of his stroke of his hired man along its distance. He stroked her in time with pulsating his own prick into her Anita was now grunting rhythmically with each thrusting"umph, umph, umph ”, sass undetermined, eyes begging him to drive profoundly and harder inside her.

Bob could feel that sensation in his own clump and crocked rod he was right on the bound of coming. He raised the tempo again, now bouncing off her arse with a resonant slap. He sped up his wanking of Anita to double time on her now fully put up member in his tight grip. After long time of recitation bob knew that this would finger neat for her.

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

Then just as Bob thought that was his limit, he felt her do it tunnel muscle grip him tighter, Anita squealed"Fuuuuuuuuck Yeeeeeeesss"as a immense narrow-minded rope of cum spurt from Anita's own tip and she gave a yelp of pleasure"wooooooohh ”, as another huge Mexican valium of cum looped in the air. With his ovolo and forefinger, he squeezed the last dribble of cum out of Anita and released his hold on her deflating rod.

This was too often for Bob, feeling that familiar pressure surging from his balls, watching her breasts bounce, seeing her orgasmic delight proven by her released cum all on her stomach and breasts was too lots, he released his own volcano into her, driving his phallus trench into her and feeling its release and it was his turn to voice his pleasure"yeeeeahhhhhhhhhaaa ”.

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

Just as he was about to just skin the condom off, Anita's sat up, her hands came over and slipped it off for him, not losing a pearl, inverted it and squeezed his cum out, running her digit from the teat to open-end, pouring it into her heart-to-heart back talk, licking her rim grinning.

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

Anita wrapped her unloose leg behind him and pulled him over onto her, causing them to fall onto the bed, the yoke 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 wickedness, now with a eiderdown 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 lots I can explain to the wife ”, he grabbed his gear, returned to kiss her and hope 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 lads on a stag do, that got him into a foam club company, so he could explain the by and by hour and the shower with his wearing apparel on, washing away any cum stains.

To Be Continued *******