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You know what is good about being old ? You don't have to worry about what mass think of you. After nearly thirty years of marriage there isn't that press to perform, or even try to shanghai or receive results from new relationships.

This confidence of his age had brought Bob to this tacky busy beach incline pop up bar, plus it gave a great vista across the beach. He had chosen a quiet stool position to sit alone high up at a shallow table window cill, on the scant side of the ` L'shaped inside bar. This view included the radical of millennials partying on the veranda below. So whilst up out of the randomness, hustle and bustle he could still crowd watch, soaking up their atm whilst also quietly sip a beer, check emails, texts and brass al-Qur'an mail service on his old smart phone.

Bob was quietly enjoying himself. There were still surfers out in the waves, families on the beach for a late walkway and dog John Walker. He could do work out the top dog drinkers, musician, terpsichorean and romancers in the feller drinking below, plus the young lady, all exhibiting traits he and his mates all had seen and experienced in the past.

Slightly jealous of the new 20'something lads, maybe a little ease, no longer having the air pressure of performing to affect partner or to tribunal daughter, although unlike them Bob had never had a existent holiday romance in all his 55 twelvemonth, he lamented.

A womanhood brushed passed behind him to mash into the even more isolated bit in the turning point, against the wall on his left. Bob looked round of drinks to smile. She was a nice thin build, wore a nice close fitting black T-shirt, with a short yellowness platted summer skirt hanging over a nice tight bum.

She rested her soft potable and mobile phone down on the far end of the windowpane cill, propping herself on the net fecal matter. She avoided any eye middleman, her red hair with purple glossary highlighting draped over black-rimmed glasses, hiding her eye. Once settled, she didn't really reckon up at the aspect, just looked down and scrolled through her phone screen.

She appeared to be in her early twenty, her irreverent chest not overly large but gracious, trying to burst their way out of her tight T-shirt. Bob would let liked to have guessed their size, but he didn't even know his married woman's bra size, so had no calibre to equate them against.

Bob's aid returned to his potable, the view and a tall blond who had just appeared into view, walking her fiddling dog down the road to the beach. She was wearing those farseeing gym pants that showed off a pert duad of posterior and lovely acrobatic legs.

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

She now had her question in her manus, murmuring to herself, in a quiet voicelessness that Bob couldn't hear. Her smell was ire 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 better his evening with a little light conversation with a untested woman and hopefully improve hers.

As a new man Bob couldn't talk to pretty girls, his lingua would just get in the way ; he could barely ejaculate out a few words in reverence, let alone a full sentence. Now at his age he just had to call up and intelligence just tumbled out.

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

Her glasses that were the type you expect teachers or white lab coat wearing scientists in constitution adverts to wear. They were propped up on a cover girl button nozzle, with nose and buttock speckled with freckles that confirmed she was a genuine red head.

Anita was used to being pestered and usually she enjoyed the tending, although tonight was the exception as she wanted to be left alone. But she was also used to living in the import, taking what was in front of her as she didn't have any material long-run ally. So she was used to adapting to new friendships, just like switching television system channels, to chase the following human relationship fix, no matter how shoal or superfluous.

Her disposition changed and relaxed as soon as she caught sight of him, Bob seemed that perfect good non-threatening channel surf to pause on and see if the computer program was worth watching.

Bob interpreted that softening in her glare as an opportunity to keep."Sorry, that was my well chat up line, if you want to talk, happy to. You don't have to tell me your troubles, 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 practiced teammate Mr. Liverpool shirt and not his girl friend ?"Bob persevered.

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

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

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

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

"He's down there on the right field with a girl in a yellow top seems to be with him, but he is touching his better half at every opportunity. Obviously he would rather waste 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 former 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, foremost chance to sing to some lovely shuttlecock and you mention the wife - you've just given her a cold shower ’.

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

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

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

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

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

Bob laughed and she blushed and explained ...

"My tardy failure of a long line of loser, I thought this was it after several months and for once I had a relationship, someone who loved me for what I am, but she arranged for her ex-boyfriend to just happen to be here with his better half and tried to get me need, I kicked her out of the holiday categorical 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 ignorant of modern sexuality he was still shocked to receive such a looker as this to be a lesbian. Not his archetypal exposure of a butch, man-hating bearded lady, but the one actually sat next to him having a conversation.

"fountainhead, I am Bi-sexual, I love both genders and a few in-between,"she smiled, wondering if she could tease the player in Bob out into the undetermined, to expose any conceal desires and possibly switch the course of the eventide, she then whispered,"but I do love a good cadaver cock,"giving Bob a wry smile.

Now it was Bob's turning to redden, although after a lifetime of mixing with extrovert bikers, this input wasn't untoward nor out of character for some of his friends. But it stirred his own putz, with just the sentiment of it.

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

Bob had nearly finished his crapulence, drained it and lifted the empty chicken feed to offer up"would you like one ?"

"I wasn't going to"she raised her delicate drink to read 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 Mumbai gin and keynote"she beamed in reply.

Bob got up and went to the long end of the bar, got the bartender's attention and ordered. Whilst waiting he looked back at Anita, jeez she was lovely, her hair flowed nicely down her shoulders. He was please to see she was trying to sort herself out, purse open and playing with composition and checking herself out in a covenant mirror, so hopefully she was feeling a little serious about herself.

Anita thought she would bide and talk, Bob wasn't the first married man to engage with her. She could wait and see how tenacious it would be before he tried to grope her in the corner or suggest a knee trembler in the car Park. It was her intimately option for entertainment at the second.

Although he was dainty and being sweet to her, with a genuine sake in her, her comment on liking stiff dick hadn't change his tack of conversation, nor had he turned into a creepy, groping maniac, so she decided to persist on this particular pleasant television channel surfed TV station.

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

Bob looked down at the veranda again"Anita, forget the ex, there are plenty more Fish in the sea, misfire yellow garb may look for a berm 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 leisurely, surely even when you were vernal it wasn't tardily to rive, even as a taking into custody like you ?"replied Anita smiling.

"No you are correctly, my chat-up lines were always corny, I was never lucky- until I met my wife Sue."he replied"but surely there are nightclub, confab way, I dating apps that will get you in touch with other the great unwashed looking for the same."Said Bob, hoping he wasn't losing her by showing the generation gap.

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

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

"What you need is a saucy starting to like yourself, and someone will wish you too, that is what Sue used to tell her supporter,"Bob said, trying to sound as likeable as possible.

Bob and Anita continued to get on famously as the evening wore on, their conversation covering a all-inclusive reach of subject. She enjoyed being with a forefather number that she never had, and he enjoyed her attention. They shared a rough-cut sense of humour despite the generation gap.

Anita giggled as she finished her gin"come on Bob drink up I'll buy this fourth dimension, so you won't feel insecure. Do you take to some barb ; I'll mix and couple if you don't know what you like ?"

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

She had a lovely dilute minute glassful frame, her hip and skirt swaying with each stride. Bob lamented his older age, if only he was younger and she found him attractive.

She returned with a tray of 6 shot glass, 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 parazoan Bob and the sun going down"grinned as she downed it in one.

Now darker with the bar just dimly lit by the tacky fairy brightness 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 sexy ladies or what he thought may be hunky men as they passed, often with Anita making light funny appreciative"Phworrr"interference, leaving them both chuckling.

During one yarn 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 hugging full term, gradually increasing with relative frequency, as they sipped their way through the shots, as they giggled at their own sarcastic jokes, often at other citizenry's expense.

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

"I wish it was as unproblematic 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 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 single. His patriarchal care and conversation made her feel the emptiness of that relationship she never had. Strangely, she wanted to share her secret with him, to reach his approving and paternal support.

Anita leaned closer and her one bridge player lightly took Bob's left hired man and drew it down between her legs, under her skirt to her private parts, Bob felt her deal violin with her underwear and then a small hitch warm cocktail sausage like member dropped into his fingerbreadth.

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 cleaning lady with a limp cocktail sausage. Not knowing what to do, curiosity took storage area, and he started twiddling his finger's breadth around the small flaccid peter 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 dick in his digit, whist still a piddling in shock, he took it in between his pollex and 2 fingers, whilst growing but still limp, sliding his digit up and down along its growing length.

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

The warm limp short blimp continued to turn and fill with blood. He could soon hustle 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 Young woman.

"Ahem, well I never expected that"said Bob as he now released his hold on her and withdrew his deal"I can see how that constitutes spear carrier baggage - Not that it is bad, but I think I understand your dilemma now."

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

Anita smiled"Trans adult female 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 pastime ; I fancied other boys, the feel of her clothes and underclothing, which she caught me wearing her topper lingerie when Danton True Young. sort of than her getting angry and ridiculing me, she supported me, helped me with sizing clothes, composition, discussed other son but also helped me to bonk my body. I got some drugs to cease the testosterone and grow breasts. I live my animation as a woman but I just can't lose that last thing. I do just love both mine and other men's cocks. I have managed to save some money along the way for some luminousness operating theater to serve and pick off things to become what I wanted physically, but mentally it seems I am still not confident enough enjoy what I now want now, a one to one committed relationship."

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

The first photo was stunning ; she was naked wearing full black suspender, see-through Vee plunging bloomers, mordant gauzy low cut bra, no glasses, with a"come hither"look.

He flicked across a few more, some with phallus tucked in or just poking out respective step-in, the last one with her led on her back, with Anita looking down through her white meat, between her peg high in the air ; dick loosely flopped to one side and anus on full moon display.

Bob found himself turned on and his own penis stiffening to rock hard as he flicked through her record album of titillating exposure 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 results. Those are stunning photos, thanks."Bob said, as he handed back the phone"So what are the plans for tomorrow ? I'm free"

Anita smiled, gave the head of his dick one last lenient wring and withdrew her hand"well part of my plan to be more confident is to do more outdoor stuff and nonsense, so I had looked at surfing lessons ; I've never swum in the sea, let alone surfed.

I checked out the surf school this afternoon, but was too nervous to book anything ; the one I liked said they had availability from 11am tomorrow. They do the suit of clothes hire, circuit card and example all in."

Bob smiled and turned to her"right that is a date then, I can swing out by your space at 9, we can both accept breakfast then have surf moral together. I've only organic structure boarded but not full surfboarding, so you can't back out and I can be there for support ... ejaculate on Anita"Bob clapped his custody lightly in a mock football game chant,"Anita surf those waves."

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

Anita was glad she had spent such a nice evening and now she wanted his desire and make out, 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 glad you were here to chat with me, it's been lovely spending time with my daddy and tomorrow would just be providential. I assume you are going to walk me base and then you'll know where to find 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 stools, he wrapped his arm around her shank and they walked on.

Anita's holiday flat 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 certainly why he had gone this far. He tried convincing himself that it was just for a cup of tea, but he knew if Anita put herself on a denture for him, he would take her. But he didn't know why, was his desire for some tabu fruit, or just an available vessel, or to help her, repair her loss in a protective embrace, or just a lately mid life crisis. He just didn't know, except he did lust after her and wanted carnal noesis of her body.

Anita let him in and showed him around the nice vacation apartment, with one bedroom reasonably sized with can and kitchenette in the waiting room where she left him and disappeared.

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

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

Stood there provocatively framed in the door, glasses gone, in Shirley Temple Black lace stockings that accentuated her leg length as they sat high up, almost to her crotch with self-holding tops, hip senior high total darkness see-through knickers that dove in a vee to her penis, which was only just tucked in what little stuff there was at the base of operations of the vee. She wore a black see-through bra, which gave her quite a segmentation, revealing decent pert nipples through the pattern.

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

She stepped into the waiting room, raised her subdivision up above her nous clasping her hands together, revealing her shaved axillary cavity, in fact excluding her tomentum, there was not a single hair on the rest of her eubstance 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"eminent shiny pitch-black heeled shoes.

Her knickerbockers were unfastened at the rear, with two straps coming from each hip at the shank, down, snipe each face, cupping them, to vanish in between her legs to her crotch, showing off her beautifully exposed rounded rear.

Bob let out a low whistling, She looked over her berm"pa ilk ?"

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

Anita smiled and rotated to face him and stepped across the room to him, as if she were on a fashion cat pass. Her arm dropped and her helping hand reached out to undo his belt, waist button then zip, pulling his shorts as all-inclusive as potential, reached in, she held his penis loosely with one hired man and pushed his boxershorts and drawers down enough to release his throbbing extremity from its confines.

"Daddy has been so upright to his sugar baby bird, she wants to reward him"she whispered as her lips touched his and softly kissed him. Her helping 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 paw on his peter hard at the base. He felt her lips, cool and damp as they landed on the skin at the end of his remains dig, wrapping her oral cavity around his spade end, gradually sinking her backtalk down his shaft, he could find her tongue warmly licking him inside her mouth.

Bob gasped, not having had a reversal job since long before Sue. This was improbable. He watched and felt her suck, lap and lube his dick with her warm saliva, running her backtalk up and down it, in time with her ovolo and forefinger masturbating him. He watched her mind bobbing up and down on his now wet strong rod ; he laid his manpower on her head, enjoying it. She sped up with her free hired man, lightly stroking his balls.

Feeling the intimate twinge in his balls and cock, 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 consume more of you"stated Bob, knowing that at this of late hour, as tipsy drunk as he was, if he came, it would be game over and there was more for them both to bask, he didn't want just a late night C job or hand shandy, he wanted to be inside her, to ride her, for her to bask him and his manhood.

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

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

The sleeping accommodation was sizable 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 cutis clad tip of his vertical perch and using her oral cavity unrolled it on his cadaver peter.

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

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

She rolled over, face down, beautiful buttocks up in the air, peg straightaway but spread apart. Her substructure still in her high-heeled place planted astray apart on the floor, pulling her nerve apart with her hands to peril her doughnut that was now calling to Bob. Bob took the feeding bottle, poured some gel into her face crevice and with his digit guided it to her tight start ring below.

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

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

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

Bob probed his finger deeper, starting to cycle it slowly in and out, taking Anita's pant and hum as commendation. He then pressed a minute towards the rim, Anita's Crater's muscle star twitched and relaxed, allowing him to inscribe a second digit without too a great deal elbow grease and copied the revolution and pumping.

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

Bob pulled his fingers slowly out, dropped some more lube on his rubber and laid his cock's headspring at her object star's gap that was calling him to infix. As he saw her sinew superstar 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 top dog squeezed, entering slowly, then to disappear as it popped in.

Anita gasped,"Ahhh, fill me daddy, profoundly in daddy, your babe chick needs you ”.

Bob slowly pushed deeper in. Boy, this was fast, wrapped around him like a wet baseball glove various sizes too small. Anita also pushed back, still gasping.

Bob tried to be as docile as possible, not knowing whether he was doing right or improper, for him it was excitingly erotic, it was prohibited fruit. He now knew why mass raved about anal retentive sex ; her arse was a monolithic 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 think she was enjoying it as much as he was.

"Oh, it's been so retentive since I've had a nice stiff cock inside me"Anita said"it's so much bettor than a cold strap-on ”. Hoping he could hold up and maybe manage a second injection, it disappointed her not having him cum in her mouth.

"I'm glad you are enjoying it, this is unbelievable"answered Bob"but I want to see you relish it, can we do it with you on your back, so we're fount to confront ?"

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

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

Anita rolled over with a huge grin on her face, removed her bra to release her bouncing pert knocker, led on her back, raised her stocking-clad pegleg up above her and with an arm under each knee joint pulled them back, so her feet, with her hound, were either slope of her head, exposing her adept clad cave as an inviting prey for him to enter again, looking up she asked for more lube.

It transfixed Bob, she was stunning, and her shameful mellow hound were a real number on with the disgraceful underwear.

Although he was unaccustomed to seeing another half-inflated flaccid member beneath him lying on her belly to one side of meat, he also found it a massive erotic turn 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 balloon, leaning in close, engaging the tip of his cadaver rod to her relaxing tooth decay and pushed. This time he just popped straight in, Anita gasped and kept her mouth open, her heart on him.

As he continued to slide in deeper she nodded in approval, her sassing unresolved, gasping. Bob slid in and out, initially wearisome and long, then increasing his pace"oh, oh, oh, delight, harder"Anita pleaded with her middle locked on him.

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

Bob leaned on her upturned thigh with one hired man and his other hand softly held her lubed hobble warm sausage between his quarter round 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 unshakable life, slowly reaching for the sky. He increased both his hold on it and the length of his stroke of his hand along its length. He stroked her in prison term with pulsating his own dick into her Anita was now grunting rhythmically with each stab"umph, umph, umph ”, mouth opened, heart begging him to take deeply and tough inside her.

Bob could feel that sensation in his own egg and stiff rod he was right on the border of coming. He raised the tempo again, now bouncing off her stern with a reverberative slap. He sped up his wanking of Anita to double time on her now fully erect member in his squiffy grip. After years of practice session bob knew that this would finger large for her.

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

Then just as Bob thought that was his limit, he felt her love tunnel muscle grip him tighter, Anita squealed"Fuuuuuuuuck Yeeeeeeesss"as a Brobdingnagian constrict roofy of cum spurt from Anita's own tip and she gave a yelp of pleasure"wooooooohh ”, as another huge rope of cum looped in the air. With his pollex and index, he squeezed the last dribble of cum out of Anita and released his custody on her deflating rod.

This was too a good deal 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 bosom was too a lot, he released his own volcano into her, driving his member trench into her and feeling its acquittance and it was his turn to sound his joy"yeeeeahhhhhhhhhaaa ”.

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

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

Bob was aghast but also massively turned on, leaning forward and Daniel Chester 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 lusty male person cell in his consistence. Now not bothered about the morality or the preference of cum, he lapped with his glossa at her cum all over her boob and venter, having to swallow it down.

Anita wrapped her free legs behind him and pulled him over onto her, causing them to fall onto the bed, the duo of them kissing and laughing.

They hugged, both all sticky and sweaty, Bob exhausted drifted off to sleep whilst still stroking the small of Anita's back.

Bob woke later, in the dark, now with a continental quilt thrown over them both and Anita wrapped around him, he checked his watch–Fuck 3am.

He jumped up, waking up Anita,"sorry Anita love I have to go, there is only so much I can explain to the wife ”, he grabbed his gear, returned to buss 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 lads on a stag do, that got him into a froth club party, so he could explain the ulterior hour and the shower with his dress on, washing away any cum stains.

To Be Continued *******