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In the cockcrow Bob convinced his wife he was getting out early to encounter up with the"lads ”, for a breaker lesson ( a lesson that oddly none would defecate except for this one lovely young lady ... ). Thankfully, as normal for the second day of a migraine, she was still suffering, and she planned to quell in bed with drapery drawn.

Bob made his way across town, all night he thought of Anita and struggled with his inner sexual identity. If someone had told him two Day ago what he did close night, as an prototypal red-blooded male, he wouldn't have believed it. But he did it and surprisingly he had wanted to and loved it. She reminded him of what it was like to be Whitney Young ; he also felt a strong paternal protective instinct over her. Was this his midlife crisis ? Oddly, as she had a tool of her own, he didn't feel he was betraying his wife or cheated on her.

He arrived early at her door at 8:30am to surprise her, plus he just couldn't time lag. He knocked and after a brief delay he heard a squeal of delight from the inside. The threshold opened with Anita's nous peering around it with a beaming smile, hiding her body behind the half-open door.

"Bob, I worried that you would not do back and I would be all on my own again"she said with a beaming grinning"and it's great that you have come early, follow in ”. Bob squeezed passed the doorway into the student residence. He turned to see her close the door, naked in the hallway, she turned and there she was in all her gloriole, boob pert and dick dangling.

She was used to flings, barely even one-night point of view, being hang over and rammed from behind in car parkland, parks, pub kiosk, often nameless physical structure passing fleetingly. Whether just a fortune merging, as contribution of pack charge, friends of friends brought over, never bothering to learn their names, rarely even getting to know them. She didn't have any long-term acquaintance so she was used to living in the moment, without any regrets, enjoying what was in front of her at that particular prison term and grasp it with both subdivision. To live for those fleeting moments of thinking someone cared, pretending to screw and protect her but gone in the blink of an eye.

Anita was ecstatic to see Bob back this dawn, Bob was different and here he was, she had spent the night missing his passion, his smile and gentle disposition, she really felt he cared. Unlike yesterday, today she can have him all day, his warm kind face, like the paternal begetter she never had, like her big brother and a buff.

She ran the few stone's throw to Bob, jumped up and wrapped herself around him with her arms and ramification, kissing him on the mouth and cheeks.

"It's so good to see you, I thought it was too good to be true and you wouldn't come"she whispered in his ear and then she nibbled it. Although not heavy at all with her slim shape, she dropped back down onto her feet then held Bob's hand to guide him to the bath"I was about to have a exhibitor, but now you can bring together me, make your stuff in the hall ”.

He dropped his day sack with gear in the hall as she stripped his T-shirt off over his promontory and promptly undo his belt. Soon he was also bare and his shorts, T-shirt and drown trunks were on the hallway level. Both his excitement and his member were growing as he watched her naked consistency's every move. Her small limp cock wiggling almost hypnotized Bob, finding it unknown to be turned on by watching what should be taboo for a straight man.

Bob walked into the bathroom and ran the exhibitioner, standing clear of the initial common cold water, waiting for it to warm. Anita jogged into prospect with breast and sausage balloon swaying, holding a condom in one bridge player and lube in the other"we'll need these"as she put the lube onto the shower's max shelf and kept the safety packet in her one hand.

She stepped up to embrace him with a huge kiss. It excited Bob to feel her naked breasts and body against his, even her warm liberate little sausage, brushing against his physical structure, teasing the floor of his erect slam and dangling balls. He grabbed her tight buttocks, pulling her tightly in close.

Anita's one handwriting gripped Bob's jibe and tightly stroked it"I need you honorable and hard for this shower"she smiled wickedly. She then dropped onto one genu, looking at his erect rod, set it down and once again she opened the prophylactic swiftly and Anita's mouth applied it. She stood, turned to test the water with her hand and adjusted it slightly.

She then leaned against the cascade head rampart thrusting her rear end backwards ; peg spread wide apart inviting Bob to embark her. Bob ran his halfway finger down her prickle until he reached her twinkling star rimmed entrance, she shuddered ; he applied the gel lubricant and slid his finger in, sliding it in easier than cobbler's last dark

"Mmmmm oh that is decent, you've watch quickly"whisper Anita.

He added a moment, just lightly rotating. She was diffuse and warm ; seeing the water running down her hair and back, trickling either English of her hips, bum crevice and her long wooden leg, was sensuous. He needed to be inside her once more and his tool was throbbing.

He slowly pulled his fingers out, Anita wiggled her behind, enticing him, he applied some more lubricating substance to his condom wrapped stiff flag perch and engaged his tip to her piddling beloved cave and when he saw her star relax, he gently pushed with his hip joint and his cock slipped in.

"OOoooohhhhh yeeeessss, that's it"Anita almost purred as she pushed her bum further back onto him.

His script caught her hip, and they began slowly driving into each early and separating back, connected only by Bob's masthead Pole. Bob's dick was not massive, but inside her she was tight around him. She waggled her shoulder joint and bum slightly, which transferred to Bob.

Bob found by lowering slightly and driving upwards he got a slightly smoother drive into her and her response seemed to be blessing. He in this position could up the tempo, with Anita gasping"Oh, oh, oh, oh"in time with each drive, he was now starting to bounce off her, with each of his campaign forward being matched by her driving her ass back.

Bob reached around with one bridge player and felt her almost hard dick and wanked her. With a lifetime's experience of this, he knew his proficiency was good being rewarded by it growing in stiffness.

Anita slapped her hands on the wall"Yes, know your little baby doll daddy, she's been bad"

"No, she's been just, pappa indigence to reward her"Bob responded as he tightened his grip and tug on her now heavily cock."Is that rewarding ?"

"Yes, yes, yes dada, I must be suuuuuuch a commodity girl, oh, oh, oh"said Anita, her articulation revealing she was nearing climax.

Then he felt her stopcock impulse and she let out a huge gasping"arghhhhh"as she came, he milked the tip of her shaft, squeezing the succus out of her, Bob being turned on by feeling her warm cum on his hand proving he had satisfied her.

Building his own orgasm up, he looked down to see himself pound into this beautiful animal arse, feeling his lecherousness for the fruit of this taboo and knowing she was done, he just had to release his own supercharge climax. Bob just beat back forward onto her boldness and released his erupting loading, holding his shaft hard in, until it began deflating to then back away from her.

As soon as he was out, Anita turned around and sucked her cum off his wanking mitt, her face beaming. She slipped his condom off and again, running her fingers along from tip to open-end, poured what cum he had into her mouth, holding it on her tongue, Bob grabbed her and they kissed, open-mouthed so Bob could taste both his & her cum.

Bob pushed her against the side wall, his limp dick against hers, her titty on his bureau, both kissing and holding each early, her helping hand grabbing his buttocks pulling him into her.

Bob pulled back and got some shower gel and applied some to Anita's hair, shoulder joint, hips and a new jet on her hammer and balls. Being out of the cascade flow, she soaped up quickly, laughing.

She reciprocated by lathering Bob up, washing his peter. She bent over for him to wash her bum, teasing and tickling her wet relaxed ring.

Bob couldn't believe how sensuous this was as they rinsed off, grabbed towels as they switched off the shower and exited.

They dried themselves and each other, laughing, smiling. Anita stepped to near the room access where the hair dryer was. She stood there nude, boobs and putz swaying as she ruffled her finger's breadth through her hair to dry it. She spellbound Bob with her beauty. She then wound her hair up into a bun and fixed it there.

Bob put his swim trunks back on, drawers, sandals and T-shirt as Anita popped in the bedroom and returned in a delicate over-embellished one-piece swimsuit, no camel toe, but no dick apparent either, she waggled her hips smiling for approval.

As soon as he had nodded and returned her smile, she slipped on a pull up short pleated Orange wench and co-ordinated white plunging invest case T-shirt, showing her cleavage. Bob was again mesmerized ; she looked gorgeous with her hairsbreadth up.

"I think we need breakfast piddling one"said Bob gathering up his day sackful and sunglasses. Looking into the bedroom, Anita was gathering up a towel, shades, hat & sun pick, then waved her purse, and they walked to the door.

Just before opening the door, Anita turned bob around to French candy kiss him lovingly"last kiss, as it won't look beneficial in public for daddy and daughter to be kissing like that ”.

They found a prissy café and ordered a brightness breakfast. Chatting lightly in the sun then walked down the beach to get the surf school.

Bob couldn't believe the flavour Anita was getting from the great unwashed as they passed. With his eye hidden behind his sunglasses he could see she was being appreciated by men and by the odd woman.

At the Surf schooling they were given lockers to use, sized up for circuit card & wet suits, met an instructor and signed some forms. Initially they had some instruction on the Sand on the beach, then just in the shallow, gradually getting deeper and bigger undulation.

Outwardly they were just father and daughter enjoying life history, laughing, chatting, but Bob was enjoying every minute of being with this beautiful woman that he was having sex with, whilst continuing his paternal precaution for her. This was his summertime romance with kinky gong and whistles on, but tomorrow his wife would be better and it will all have to change.

Throughout the day Bob could see how faint-hearted and unconfident Anita was, even for mildly simple risky venture as jumping waves, then diving through bigger ace, even though she could swim well, he realised what she had previously meant, although with boost she got braver as the day wore on.

Anita loved being with a confident Male, definitely the Padre or big brother she never had. His presence made her positive, even when terrified, his approving smell and nod and his sarcastic jokes that broke the ice when she wasn't sure.

They had stopped for a few good luck with the instructor, for taking into custody ups and revise, who was very affected role, giving them both hints and tips, explaining how tide affect the surf and what to await for to arrest the best waves.

They were soon in thick H2O, sat on dining table, waiting for wave. The instructor had moved onto other classes but was monitoring them, as they had paid for a replete day's rental after the initial two-hour lesson.

Bobbing on the sea together chatting, not too far from shore, a few fourth dimension they held hands, once when floating tread watering future to their boards, Anita plunk under piddle and nibbled Bob's dick through his wet suit.

Finally, they were both surfed out, so they called it a day, walked back up the beach handed in their hired gear, showered in the overt beach faucet's, Bob hoped they had changing rooms so they could share but they just had bantam cubicles. So they quickly changed and headed back to a beach bar for a beer and food.

They sat in the sun in the bar, chatting whilst feeding and drinking, Bob was so delight that Anita felt so loosen up with him and that she was getting admiring look from male and female passersby. She was still on a senior high, talking through and repeating each little dangerous undertaking, every tyke mishap, teasing Bob over his own mishaps. Bob loved listening and chirping in, laughing. She was glorious company, if only he could have met her 30 years ago.

By late afternoon, after a nice Burger, beer and ice cream to finish, Anita leaned over and whispered,"If dad is make, how would he like to fall to the flat to serve his girl ?"Bob was both appalled and excited. They paid the posting and walked back.

Upon entering the vacation flat tire, Bob dropped his day-sack and Anita scampered to the bedroom"pop the kettle on Bob"she shouted. So Bob returned to the sofa and kitchenette to sate the kettle, wondering how she would look tonight.

He poured the tea and sat on the sofa, just as Anita appeared raw carrying the bottle of lube, he watched her manner of walking across to him, breasts and dick swaying"pappa, I've been bad and I need to be spanked"she smiled..

"No Anita, we've had a wonderful day, and you have been wonderful, in fact you have been so brave today, it's been great fun, daddy is majestic of his sugar baby wench and wants to reward her"he said"but she needs to enjoin him how she wants her reward ”.

She knelt down, placed the lube next to Bob and lowered herself across his lap, face down, arse cheeks cladding upwards"I want to be spanked, so my cheeks glow ”.

Bob, was now not nearly as surprised by her asking as he would feature been a few days ago, so with the flat of his paw he slapped her one cheek, which wobbled in reaction, then again on the other"a little harder, I want nice rosy brass papa ”.

So he obliged, slightly harder, trying not to hurt, but she didn't seem too bothered, so he increased the intensity, giving a resounding smacking upon impact, Bob again was surprised he was enjoying this ; his cock was rising with his blood.

Anita was now gasping at each strike, and her cheeks were reddening. Being dextrorotatory, Bob kept the slaps up with his justly mitt whilst his left dropped and felt for her one titty, found her nipple was steadfast and put up, so he tweaked it hard between his thumb and forefinger, hearing Anita gasp.

He felt a brush on his leg, realising that Anita was growing too, he squeezed his hired hand between her thighs and held onto her cock, stroking her ballock with his thumb he gave a brace of tugs on her growing extremity. As he felt her stiffen, he released to recall to spanking her again, to retort to teasing her shaft, alternating between the two.

He synchronized each slap with each tweak or a prickteaser of her nipple and she responded with a pant but no requests to finish, even with her boldness now glowing brightly.

He couldn't go further, he didn't want to offend her, but he knew another way to turn on her, so he leaned forward and kissed each cheek whilst stroking her one nipple softly.

Then he dribbled lube directly onto her lead ringed cave and watch it twitch and Anita flinch with the sense of touch of the moth-eaten gel. Bob stroked her star with his finger, teasing around it then as soon as it relaxed he inserted his fingerbreadth, popping it in, then out, slowly repeatedly. Anita flexed with each insertion and gasped,"oh, oh, oh"with pleasure.

Bob then pushed a 2d digit in, rotating the two whilst driving them in and out. He bent over and kissed her cheeks, to which she responded with"Mmmmmm ”. Whilst close to her pleasance ring, Bob felt drawn in he wanted to cross another taboo limen before the day was out, he extended his tongue and licked her star muscle rim teasing it around his tincture fingers, Anita squirmed in delight and exhaled an"oooooh that's lovely ”.

Then with his own prick throbbing he wanted to give her Thomas More, to satisfy her before he was, to hear her moan with pleasure, he withdrew his fingers and commanded"stand up Anita ”. She raised herself up, kissing him and stood up just away from him, looking down, with Bob level with her blimp at half-mast and throbbing.

Bob thought, it's now or never. Tomorrow it could all be different and he may regret never having experienced this with this beautiful, sexy, exotic fair sex. The opportunity was there for him, like it or loath it he wanted to. Ignoring his heterosexual person male person programming, he wanted to cross this John Major room access of taboo.

He grabbed her by her cheeks and pulled her forwards ; he opened his mouth and with his lip gathered her warm throbbing sausage into his mouth, wrapped his lip around it and sucked until it filled his mouth, his lips touching her hairless torso and ball poke at the base.

Anita responded with a huge"wooowww ... just like that, oh daddy, suck me"

Initially he was unsure, worried he would taste weewee, but she tasted of sea salt and a little deodorant but nothing bad. He sucked her growing shaft between the roof of his mouth and his lingua, sucking on it between the two, it was getting big. This strong straight person taboo assembly line was well and truly crossed, Bob found it turning him on, ` how could he be finding this so exciting'he thought shockingly. He was enjoying this forbidden fruit.

Anita's script were on his heading, stroking his hair as Bob pulled back, so her little nigra was just inside his sass and licked around it. Her paw then pulled him inwards, driving her now stiffened rod into him. He sucked and her cock hit his spew trigger faucial tonsil and he gagged, coughing saliva and strangely enjoyed it.

He pulled his head back until once again only the swaged lip on the headspring of her cock was in his mouth, he teasingly licked and sucked at her tip, then her hands pulled him back onto her again, her stopcock drove to the back of his lip, now set for it he could control the gag reflex.

Anita's putz was now punishing, thankfully not too long, but larger than his mouth the way it was hitting the rear of his throat. He didn't intellect ; he was enjoying hearing her moan and gasp in pleasure. His spittle lubricating her light beam, so he bobbed his own school principal along her now knockout shaft.

Bob gripped her cheek, remembering she had rich lube, he pulled her face apart and worked a finger's breadth around, teased the rim of her little love cave and then engaged and entered in time with a thrust of his head to plunge her minuscule shaft into him.

Anita squealed in delight"that is sooooo fucking goodness Bob, suck my peter daddy, suck me"as her mitt encouraged him to settle her dick oceanic abyss into his rima oris, whilst suck and squeezing it with his spit, his fingerbreadth probing into her buns, the pace of the pumping Hz was getting faster.

Bob was now vigorous head bobbing, so he added a endorse finger to Anita's anus and that was it,"Wwwooooooowww Yeeeessss"Anita squealed as a taste of salty juice indicated what must be pre-cum in his rima oris as her rooster withdrew over his knife and as he trapped her swaged nigger end inside his lips a hot shot of cum bickering out into the back of his throat and she thrust him deep onto her dick as another spurt came out.

Anita squealed in joy"OOOooooo BBBobbbbb ”, Bob gagged with his sass full phase of the moon of cock and cum down his throat, he swallowed some salty fluid and pulled half way back still sucking, to get some pressing off his tonsil, licking her now slippery hose and give her recollective slow fortuity, feeling her relax and deflate.

Anita's hands pulled him up upwards by the hair. He released his finger's breadth from her anus and let her half limp hosepipe flop out of his lips as he stood. As soon as they were level, she plunged her glossa into his mouth and kissed him passionately and hugged him hard.

"Oy Myyy GGggooodddd Bob, you give great head that was just about the best setback job ever"Anita finally confirmed"I wish I could stimulate lasted recollective but your fingerbreadth just POW set me off. You are the practiced daddy any daughter could ever have"as she returned to kissing him, enjoying tasting her own cum in his mouth.

Bob was relieved she didn't survive any longer, but was at first shocked and disgusted at the taboo he had broken, felt he should be ashamed but then surprised and elated that he had sucked her peter, the one attached to this beautiful, funny remark person and he had amply satisfied a highly sexually experienced erotic organic structure.

Not just that but he had enjoyed it, he had been turned on by it ; he wanted it ; he wasn't sure whether it was her climactic orgasm or how Brobdingnagian a deal it was to enjoy this forbidden fruit, or a mix of both. He was beyond caring ; he was euphoric.

Now his own putz was bursting at the seams and begging for satisfaction and his balls for release. Anita ‘ s mitt fought to strip down him of his T-shirt and shorts, almost tearing his boxers off. Once his gumshoe was exposed, she dropped and plunged her sass onto it, giving it various immediate poking before releasing it.

She stood up and once again grabbed him and led him to the bedroom with his dick, he had to do a quick dance to release his feet from his underdrawers without falling over,"It's metre for daughter to permit daddy his pleasure, now she is satisfied"Anita promised.

In the bedroom she immediately slipped on a condom on him, climbed onto the bed, on her knees and hands on the bed, presenting her round cheeks to him"cum inside me again ”.

Bob almost jumped on the bed, on his genu and brought his engorged member up to her entry and drove in. She was as tight and fond as he remembered, Anita squealed in joy and a little pain.

Bob started pounding her bottom hard, his paw on her hip, bouncing off her rear with a smacking and gasp from her, she was gripping him with her heftiness, making her a tighter fit as he pulled back to pull back, relaxing to ease his plunge forward.

Bob's human knee slipped, dropping all his weight on her, which caused her to come flat on the bed"Don't stop pop, stay inside ”.

Anita was flat on the bed now, Bob led on top. She widened her legs to ease things, but Bob was loving feeling her arse face pressing on the tops of his second joint. Resting on her back, he put his weight unit on his elbows, slid his hands under her to feel her knocker to stroke and pick off her nipples.

Raising his knees off the bed, balancing on his toes, he restarted pumping into her arse, she felt so good. This was completely unlike to his wife's pussy ; Anita was again tensing and relaxing her muscles in sentence with his thrusts.

Her foreland turned sideways, so he could osculate her cheek and nuzzle her hair's-breadth and neck ; she was gasping with his thrusts and giving spark squeals of delectation as he twisted her nipples.

Bob was in sensual overload, pumping faster, hearing a cacophony of Anita's interpreter and skin on tegument smack whilst feeling her lenient flesh outside and her pulsating muscles inside, he felt his balls twitch with his own orgasm rising, then his rotating shaft muscle twitch and he exploded into the condom again, holding the thrust and wiggling his waist into her buttocks, staying to empty his balls, holding there for a shortly pause then relaxed.

He withdrew and rolled onto his binding, alongside Anita, who slid sideways onto him, kissing him"you are such a stallion papa ; I am one lucky clams doll ”.

She again removed his condom and squeezed his cum into her mouth, then returned to Bob to kiss. They wrapped around each other, cuddling, kissing and stroking. It was strangely exciting for Bob to find her little lovesome hobble hose against him.

He got up to take in a cup of tea, returned to find Anita curled up under the duvet, with it still early on eve, they still had a lot of prison term before Bob would have to make his apologia and impart, he felt a pang of disappointment at the red ink of this erotic holiday Romance wax of proscribed fruit and broken taboos.

So as they sat in bed, sipping tea, Bob explained that his wife would be Sir Thomas More than likely comfortably tomorrow and so whilst they could still surfboard and do early things together, under the guise of his original story, as just accidental friends, he couldn't risk of infection 30 years of marriage.

Anita responded"I know, it was the most fantastic thing, I have never felt so closelipped to anyone or felt so rewarded in return by a gentle, sort, comic man, I know this has taken a keen leap of faith from yourself, being an old straight fart"Anita giggled.

"Don't headache, you won't be the world-class conjoin man to leave me to run back to his wife, but you are the first to have a vacation romance with me, the first I really care for and the maiden that I want to see again. I can't ask you to ease up that up, nor risk you losing it, if we meet I will be careful with anything I say, I would like to rest in touch as this has been such a Revelation of Saint John the Divine for me, please can we remain booster ?"Anita asked.

"I would like that, as far as Sue is concerned we met as surf buddies by accident, if you meet her tomorrow I know she will like you, she always wanted a daughter after our son, but unfortunately sons run in both our families, so we stuck to one. Lets swap phone numbers then if I can't sports meeting you for 9 in the morning for another surf lesson I can let you do it - plus you can part your previous photos with me, please ?"

Tea cups set aside, they swapped numbers, curled up, kissed and cuddled and dozed.

Bob came troll dozily, feeling Anita's hand stroking his swelling sausage balloon, as it responded to his waking from slumber."Sorry I didn't mean to fire up you Bob, it is just so nice to lie with mortal so manage and gentle. If this is what a genuine family relationship is like, then I definitely want one now, my group sex cum bucket years are over."Anita stated as she gently worked her soft paw on his now enlarging shaft.

Anita leaned over to snog him, continuing to masturbate his throb and growing light beam stiff. Once stiff Anita dropped her head and began sucking his flag pole that pointing to the roof. She pulled up then he felt a minuscule tickle on the end of his shaft and her mouth wrap down again–she had loaded him with another condom !

"Top young lady, you cheeky fiddle,"chuckled Bob.

She led on top, legs straddling him and kissed him and with a wicked smile said"Well, I couldn't miss one Sir Thomas More opportunity for daddy to fuck me ”. Pecked a kiss on his lips and sat up, he could feel her dampness from other on his torso.

She raised herself up, shifted backwards, squatting just over his flagpole. He felt her digit guide her onto the tip and hung there for a short piece, as she got into a well-situated stance. She then slowly slither down his calamus,"Mmmmmm ”. Once again her rigorous love cave slid on Bob's shaft until her backside bottomed out on him"How does that feel ?"

"Oh, bloody marvelous you gorgeous young woman you"Bob said looking up at her, her hair flowing down her shoulders over her chest and there resting on his lower belly was her wilted little sausage again. Bob was feeling more at ease seeing it, being aroused, excited and attracted by it and her shrunk little ball firing and the vision sat on him. Bob thanked god it wasn't 8 column inch with a shopping bag dangling with two huge oranges in it.

Anita rocked back and forth, Bob could feel him sliding inside her and she beamed with pleasure at the placate rocking.

Bob couldn't resist, his one hand quietly stroked and fondled her breasts and his other twiddled her limp sausage, teasing it back into life, still slimy from her before orgasm, he enjoyed feeling the blood pumping back into it as she rocked on his own shaft.

As her putz filled, he changed his handling of it, he was now lightly stroking it, pulling the skin forwards and backwards until it was stiff, so he wrapped his hired man on it tightly, pushing and pulling in fourth dimension with her grinding their coxa. Anita let out a whisper"mmmmMMMmm"with her head tilted back, her hair falling off her berm to round behind her, her eyelids half-closed as she focused on the pleasance of their strong-arm contact.

Bob felt her love tunnel brawniness tighten, and she rose up, then down slowly on his flagpole. This was lovely as he matched her rhythm on her own now rigid shaft, hoping to see her erupt again.

She was now quietly gasping with each deep interpolation into her"oh, oh, oh, oh"rising herself higher but making sure Bob's tip always remained inside her. She reached her arms behind her, rested her hired man on Bob's knees so she could plunk for her weight as she increased her tempo. Her hair waved freely behind her."Umph, umph, umph, umph"she grunted as her cheek slapped onto Bob's damp crotch.

Bob dropped her shaft out of his hands to fondle both of her planate chest and it landed on his lower belly with a slap repeatedly in unison with each landing. This excited him, having a putz slapping on him, whilst he fucked her up the rear end. Breaking all those heterosexual taboos again but it he no longer cared, he had now scrapped his male heterosexual programming looking up at this tremendous woman and was now excited with renewed energy and adrenaline pumping through him.

As Anita dropped herself once more, Bob raised his hips up, the two met in the heart, Bob grunted and Anita squealed, Bob felt her tunnel musculus grip him, then relax as they separated, then tighten as they pounded together again with the double slap.

The two of them repeatedly pounded their hips together, Bob was grabbing her hips, wanting to see her breasts bounce in unison with her shaft saltation and smacking on his stomach whilst feeling her soaked stroke as they met, then rise separate and repeat and repeat and repeat. He felt that tingle in his set iris pole with his sexual climax climaxing, he wanted to pleasure this marvellous charwoman but couldn't cargo deck back, at their side by side engagement he held onto her, releasing into her, grinding her"AAaarrrrgggghhhhh oh Anita"he exclaimed.

But she hadn't cum, he hadn't satisfied her ; he was frustrated with himself, disappointed, gutted ; he wanted to see her cum ; he needed her to cum to prove his humanness, that he could satisfy her. In desperation he withdrew his decompress member, lifted her up whilst he slid down the bed, for her to sit high onto his thorax and with one hired hand masturbated her into his lip. Holding her short stave, wanking her fasting and hard, whilst licking and sucking on her tip.

Anita exclaimed, her representative rising with each word"Bob, Oh Bob, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming ”. Bob released his grip, grabbed her waistline and pulled her high up his thorax, with his sassing unresolved so her stiff jibe entered inside and he closed his lips tightly and sucked hard.

Anita fell forwards over his brain holding onto the headboard of the bed but thrust her articulatio coxae into his grimace, pulling up, just enough to sustain her inside his mouth, then driving back down, fucking his face. Anita grabbed and screamed into a pillow"Aaaaaaaaaa"and Bob felt the pulse of her rod then a jet of salty cum in his sassing, he gripped her can and held her loaded onto his face, sucking hard as a indorsement blob of cum entered his oral cavity. He sucked her to her close cliff and then as her spear deflated, he released her.

Anita rolled off of Bob, who climbed up the bed, to lie alongside her and they kissed passionately"fucking hell Bob, for one old wind you can get down and dirty, you are the best ”, she kissed him with a fast hug then dropped down and removed his rubber, once again drinking his cum out of it.

She snuggled up one-half on him, lying on his left side, head on his shoulder, kissing him. Bob wrapped his forget arm around her, stroking her rear, feeling shocked. Has he really just been face fucked by a womanhood with a peter and not only enjoyed it but he instigated it ! Slowly he drifted off to sleep, listening to her breathing.

Bob's alarum rang at 10pm and they had one last prospicient lingering osculation and he got dressed, gathered his gear and headed out, back to Sue, his wife, signaling the end of their holiday romanticism ...

To Be Continued *******