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

This confidence of his age had brought Bob to this gaudy busy beach side pop up bar, plus it gave a majuscule view across the beach. He had chosen a serenity ordure lieu to sit alone senior high up at a shoal tabular array window cill, on the short-circuit side of the ` L'shaped inside bar. This panorama included the mathematical group of millennials partying on the veranda below. So whilst up out of the noise, hustle and bustle he could still crowd watch, soaking up their aura whilst also quietly sip a beer, check e-mail, texts and case Good Book mail service on his old smart telephone set.

Bob was quietly enjoying himself. There were still surfers out in the waves, kinsfolk on the beach for a late walk and dog walkers. He could work out the top dog toper, thespian, professional dancer and romancers in the sonny boy drinking below, plus the little girl, all exhibiting traits he and his mates all had seen and experienced in the past.

Slightly overjealous of the offspring 20'something lads, maybe a piddling sticking, no longer having the pressures of performing to impress mates or to court little girl, although unlike them Bob had never had a veridical holiday romance in all his 55 years, he lamented.

A woman brushed passed behind him to contract into the even more sequester spot in the corner, against the wall on his left. Bob looked round to smile. She was a dainty thin build, wore a nice close accommodation black T-shirt, with a short yellowness platted summer skirt wall hanging over a nice tight bum.

She rested her soft crapulence and mobile earpiece down on the far end of the window cill, propping herself on the endure ordure. She avoided any eye tangency, her red hair with purple color highlight draped over black-rimmed glasses, hiding her optic. Once settled, she didn't really appear up at the scene, just looked down and scrolled through her headphone screen.

She appeared to be in her early 20, her pert breasts not overly large but overnice, trying to burst their way out of her tight T-shirt. Bob would have liked to have guessed their sizing, but he didn't even screw his wife's bra size, so had no gauge to compare them against.

Bob's attention returned to his drunkenness, the view and a marvellous blond who had just appeared into view, walking her footling dog down the route to the beach. She was wearing those foresightful gym knickers that showed off a pert distich of buttocks and lovely gymnastic legs.

After a short while, Bob heard a stifled sob to his left hand. He glanced across to confirm it was the woman sat in the corner. At first he ignored it, as she obviously didn't want contact. But by the 3rd stifled gurgle sob, he thought he should ; she was obviously upset.

She now had her head in her hands, murmuring to herself, in a placid whisper that Bob couldn't hear. Her spirit was wrath 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 picayune tripping conversation with a young cleaning lady and hopefully meliorate hers.

As a vernal man Bob couldn't talk to pretty girls, his tongue would just get in the way ; he could barely blurt out a few words in veneration, let alone a full judgment of conviction. Now at his age he just had to think and parole just tumbled out.

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

Her eyeglasses that were the type you expect teachers or white lab pelage wearing scientists in makeup advert to get into. They were propped up on a cover girl button nose, with scent and cheeks speckled with freckles that confirmed she was a genuine red head.

Anita was used to being pestered and usually she enjoyed the attending, although tonight was the exception as she wanted to be left alone. But she was also used to living in the moment, taking what was in nominal head of her as she didn't have any literal long-term friends. So she was used to adapting to new friendly relationship, just like switching television canal, to chase after the following relationship fix, no thing how shoal or superfluous.

Her temperament changed and relaxed as soon as she caught heap of him, Bob seemed that perfective safe non-threatening canal surf to break on and see if the program was deserving watching.

Bob interpreted that softening in her spotlight as an opportunity to continue."Sorry, that was my respectable chat up line of descent, if you want to tattle, happy to. You don't have to secern me your fuss, but with me being a stranger I will be none the wiser and you will make out your secrets will be condom with me. Or we could just gossip about Mr. Red Shirt down there, that is obviously mad about his best mate Mr. Liverpool shirt and not his girl booster ?"Bob persevered.

She blurted out a stifle laughter, brushed her outskirt back and looked down to the gallery, trying to find"Mr. Red Shirt ”.

Bob held his mighty hired man out to her"shall we start again, Hi I'm Bob"

She turned to him, brushing her hairsbreadth back to reveal 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 face dry and blew her nose..

She held her hand out, and they lightly shook. She had soft cool off mitt compared to Bob's big jolting builder's paw. She even smiled Bob thought she was a lovely 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 mate at every chance. 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 relationship expert"she sarcastically quipped.

"That I am, brilliant with other people's kinship, knowing all, always right, but never with my own, I am useless at that, or so the wife tells me ..."said Bob. Then angrily to himself, ` for screw's sake bob, showtime fortune to mouth to some lovely razz and you mention the wife - you've just given her a dusty shower ’.

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

"6 metrical unit under the patio back place, no that's the ex."Bob joked, hoping to lighten the conversation.

"No honestly, she can suffer from terribly migraines that often keeping her bed ridden suffering for two to three twenty-four hour period. So I am kicking my heels on my own for a few days."He paused.

"So, do you want to talk 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 deal on a patio"her eyes sparkled.

Bob laughed and she blushed and explained ...

"My latest failure of a long line of failures, 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 bechance to be here with his mates and tried to get me Byzantine, I kicked her out of the vacation flat yesterday. That was a school text dumping me and assassinating me with all my traits and bad habits."

"She ?"blurted Bob"oh, disconsolate ”, whilst not completely unlettered of modern gender he was still shocked to find such a beauty as this to be a lesbian. Not his archetypical video of a dyke, man-hating bearded madam, but the one actually sat side by side to him having a conversation.

"fountainhead, I am Bi-sexual, I love both grammatical gender and a few in-between,"she smiled, wondering if she could tease the instrumentalist in Bob out into the open, to unwrap any hidden desires and possibly change the course of the evening, she then whispered,"but I do bang a adept clay peter,"giving Bob a wry smile.

Now it was Bob's turning to blush, although after a lifetime of mixing with extrovert bikers, this input wasn't untoward nor out of fictional character for some of his Friend. But it stirred his own prick, with just the thought of it.

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

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

"I wasn't going to"she raised her indulgent drink to register him."I'm not a big drinker, 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 tonic"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 haircloth flowed nicely down her shoulders. He was pleased to see she was trying to separate herself out, wrinkle surface and playing with makeup and checking herself out in a compact mirror, so hopefully she was feeling a piffling serious about herself.

Anita thought she would quell and talk, Bob wasn't the offset married man to lease with her. She could await and see how long it would be before he tried to fumble her in the recess or suggest a genu trembler in the car park. It was her best option for amusement at the moment.

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

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

Bob looked down at the veranda again"Anita, block the ex, there are plenty more Pisces the Fishes in the sea, fille Yellow apparel may front for a shoulder to cry on when she catches Mr. & Mr. ravaging each early later ? What the athletic blonde just coming off the beach, the one carrying her dog ? She looks a cracker."

"Oh Bob, it's not that slow, surely even when you were Loretta Young it wasn't wanton to pull in, even as a catch like you ?"replied Anita smiling.

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

"Ok sorry, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, we can go along thing visible light,"said Bob, trying not to miss such a nice engagement.

"What you need is a fresh outset to like yourself, and person will wish you too, that is what Sue used to tell her Quaker,"Bob said, trying to sound as sympathetic as possible.

Bob and Anita continued to get on famously as the even wore on, their conversation covering a full range of topics. She enjoyed being with a Father of the Church figure that she never had, and he enjoyed her attending. They shared a park sense of sense of humor despite the generation gap.

Anita giggled as she finished her gin"come on Bob drink up I'll buy this time, so you won't feeling insecure. Do you envision some shots ; I'll mix and equal if you don't know what you like ?"

She stood up ; Bob nodded and finished his dry pint, turning so he could determine her walk of life away. A few steps down the bar she turned to catch him watching her, cheekily smiled and wagged her finger's breadth at him, like a racy boy, then continued on once she saw him blush.

She had a lovely thin hr drinking glass shape, her hip and skirt swaying with each pace. Bob lamented his elderly age, if only he was younger and she found him attractive.

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

Now darker with the bar just dimly lit by the brassy fairy brightness they were in the shadows, the music had crept up louder, people 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 amusing appreciative"Phworrr"dissonance, leaving them both chuckling.

During one thread of conversation she accidentally called him pop, which he found a fiddling discerning, but Bob did secretly like it. He and Anita got on to hand-holding, arm hugging full term, gradually increasing with absolute frequency, as they sipped their way through the dig, as they giggled at their own sarcastic jokes, often at other hoi polloi's expense.

"Now come on Anita, anyone of these clubbers would love a pretty, gorgeous matter like you to be their girl, isn't your gay microwave 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 physical structure, especially with those freckle,"defended Bob grinning at her.

Anita couldn't believe her circumstances 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 married woman. It was sweet how he tried to root on her up by playing cupid with her now being individual. His patriarchal care and conversation made her feel the vacancy of that family relationship she never had. Strangely, she wanted to share her hidden with him, to pull ahead his approval and paternal support.

Anita leaned closer and her one hand lightly took Bob's left hand and drew it down between her legs, under her skirt to her crotch, Bob felt her hired hand fiddle with her underwear and then a modest hobble affectionate cocktail sausage like phallus dropped into his fingers.

She looked at him, brow 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 woman with a limp cocktail sausage. Not knowing what to do, wonder took cargo hold, and he started twiddling his fingers around the small-scale 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 form of reply, but he didn't know what to say.

Gently rolling her growing putz in his fingers, whist still a little in stupor, he took it in between his thumb and 2 fingers, whilst growing but still limp, sliding his fingers up and down along its growing length.

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

The warm hitch dead sausage continued to turn and fill with blood. He could soon revolve his hired hand around it and just lightly wring it, as he continued to stroke it.

Yes, it was what he thought it was, but unlike all his male computer 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 mitt"I can see how that constitutes additional 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 justly term, you know ? Are you gay, lesbian, transgender or cross dresser, I have noticed those aren't just socks stuffed down there"as he nodded to her breasts.

Anita smiled"Trans woman is one but I like T-girl. I was born a boy, growing up without parents around, just me and my baby I found I only fitted in with missy. I loved their stake ; I fancied other boys, the feel of her clothes and underwear, which she caught me wearing her easily lingerie when Lester Willis Young. Rather than her getting tempestuous and ridiculing me, she supported me, helped me with sizing wearing apparel, physical composition, discussed other boy but also helped me to love my body. I got some drugs to stop the testosterone and grow bosom. I live my life story as a woman but I just can't lose that last thing. I do just love both mine and former men's dick. I have managed to save some money along the way for some light surgical procedure to avail and pull off things to turn what I wanted physically, but mentally it seems I am still not confident enough enjoy what I now want now, a one to one committed relationship."

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

The first photo was stunning ; she was naked wearing full-of-the-moon grim gallus, see-through Vee plunging knickers, black vapourous low cut bra, no glasses, with a"come hither"look.

He flicked across a few more, some with penis tucked in or just poking out various panties, the final one with her led on her back, with Anita looking down through her breast, between her wooden leg mellow in the air ; dick loosely flopped to one side and anus on full display.

Bob found himself turned on and his own penis stiffening to shake hard as he flicked through her album of erotic photos but surprised to substantiate Anita was stroking his hard on through his shorts.

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

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

Anita smiled, gave the head of his gumshoe one conclusion soft squeeze and withdrew her hand"Well portion of my plan to be more surefooted is to do more outdoor material, so I had looked at surfing lessons ; I've never swum in the sea, let alone surfed.

I checked out the breaker shoal this afternoon, but was too nervous to script anything ; the one I liked said they had availability from 11am tomorrow. They do the suit hire, control panel and lessons all in."

Bob smiled and turned to her"rightfield that is a engagement then, I can dangle by your place at 9, we can both have breakfast then have surf moral together. I've only consistence boarded but not full surfriding, so you can't back out and I can be there for sustenance ... Come on Anita"Bob clapped his hands lightly in a mock football game chant,"Anita surf those waves."

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

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

"Today has been emotional, so I am glad you were here to chit-chat with me, it's been lovely pass fourth dimension with my daddy and tomorrow would just be divine. I assume you are going to walk me home and then you'll know where to ascertain me ?"

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

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

Bob wasn't certain 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 forbidden yield, or just an uncommitted vessel, or to avail her, repair her exit in a protective embrace, or just a of late mid lifetime 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 squeamish holiday flat, with one bedroom reasonably sized with bathroom and kitchenette in the lounge where she left him and disappeared.

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

"So what do you opine ?"Bob heard Anita's voice from the room access. 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 length as they sat luxuriously up, almost to her privates with self-holding tops, hip high blackness diaphanous breeches that dove in a vee to her penis, which was only just tucked in what little material there was at the base of the vee. She wore a calamitous vaporous bra, which gave her quite a segmentation, revealing overnice pert pap through the pattern.

"Ahem"Bob cleared his throat, as his penis throbbed into life, then to pay him 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 area, raised her arm up above her head clasping her hands together, revealing her shaved armpits, in fact excluding her hair, there was not a individual tomentum on the rest of her organic structure as she slowly rotated, exaggerating her hip as her weight unit shifted from one foot to the other, that Bob could now see were in 4"high glistening black heeled shoes.

Her knickers were opened at the buns, with two straps coming from each hip at the waist, down, round each cheek, cupping them, to disappear in between her legs to her crotch, showing off her beautifully exposed rounded rear.

Bob let out a low pennywhistle, She looked over her shoulders"papa the like ?"

"papa sure does"Answered Bob, trying not to drool ; his penis was bursting at his shortstop zip.

Anita smiled and rotated to front him and stepped across the room to him, as if she were on a manner cat walk of life. Her arms dropped and her men reached out to undo his belt, waist push then zip, pulling his drawers as wide as potential, reached in, she held his penis loosely with one handwriting and pushed his boxers and shorts down enough to release his throbbing member from its confines.

"Daddy has been so good to his simoleons baby doll, she wants to reward him"she whispered as her mouth touched his and softly kissed him. Her hired hand softly stroked his hawkshaw, once released from the kiss ; she dropped downwards until Bob felt her breath on his now stiffened, throbbing member.

Bob looked down and watched her put her hand on his jibe hard at the base. He felt her backtalk, cool and damp as they landed on the hide at the end of his stiff calamus, wrapping her rima oris around his spade end, gradually sinking her mouth down his shaft, he could sense her tongue warmly licking him inside her mouth.

Bob gasped, not having had a blow job since long before Sue. This was unlikely. He watched and felt her suck, lap and lubricate his putz with her affectionate spittle, running her mouth up and down it, in time with her thumb and forefinger masturbating him. He watched her chief bobbing up and down on his now wet wet rod ; he laid his men on her head, enjoying it. She sped up with her free hand, lightly stroking his balls.

Feeling the familiar twinge in his ball and rotating shaft, he needed to warn her."I can feel I'm going to cum Anita if you continue, but I don't want to liquidate it. After all that drink I'll barely make one shot, I want to ingest Thomas More of you"stated Bob, knowing that at this lately hour, as tiddly drunk as he was, if he came, it would be game over and there was to a greater extent for them both to bask, he didn't want just a late night blow job or handwriting shandy, he wanted to be inside her, to ride her, for her to revel him and his manhood.

She pulled clear, stood up fully, now slightly higher on her blackguard, and wrapped her hand around his hawkshaw hard."semen with me big boy"as she led him out, through the hall, to the bedroom using his dick as a lead, holding on tight, walking that cat base on balls ...

Bob could take in come then, but was trying hard to cerebrate of anything to quell the steaming vent in his formal ...

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

Bob thought he could die now and be glad ; this was beyond his frizzy dreams.

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

She rolled over, face down, beautiful buttocks up in the air, legs straight but spread apart. Her feet still in her high-heeled skid planted full apart on the floor, pulling her impudence apart with her script to queer her ring that was now calling to Bob. Bob took the nursing bottle, poured some gel into her cheek crevice and with his finger's breadth 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 minuscule volcanic crater. Slowly, he dipped his one digit in.

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

Bob probed his digit deeper, starting to rhythm it slowly in and out, taking Anita's gasps and humming as blessing. He then pressed a second towards the rim, Anita's crater's muscularity star twitched and relaxed, allowing him to introduce a second digit without too lots elbow grease and copied the rotation and pumping.

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

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

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

Bob slowly pushed deeper in. Boy, this was pie-eyed, wrapped around him like a closely glove various sizes too small. Anita also pushed back, still gasping.

Bob tried to be as gentle as possible, not knowing whether he was doing right or amiss, for him it was excitingly erotic, it was forbidden yield. He now knew why multitude raved about anal sex ; her arse was a massive bout on, just so cracking beneath him as he watched himself sliding in and out. Her underclothing just added to the delicacy. It was getting well-to-do, 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 yearn since I've had a decent stiff cock inside me"Anita said"it's so much better than a inhuman strap-on ”. Hoping he could final and maybe manage a second jibe, it disappointed her not having him cum in her mouth.

"I'm gladiola you are enjoying it, this is incredible"answered Bob"but I want to see you enjoy it, can we do it with you on your backrest, so we're face to face ?"

"Ohhhh yeessss"Anita gasped,"that is so much easily, I want to see you enjoy me, the same way you please me ”.

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

Anita rolled over with a Brobdingnagian smile on her side, removed her bra to eject her bouncing pert bosom, led on her back, raised her stocking-clad legs up above her and with an arm under each knee pulled them back, so her groundwork, with her cad, were either side of her head, exposing her star clad cave as an inviting target for him to enter again, looking up she asked for more lube.

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

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

He poured some more lubricating substance on both him and her star blinking dental caries, but also onto her half flaccid warmly sausage balloon, leaning in close, engaging the tip of his stiff rod to her slow down cavity and pushed. This time he just popped straight in, Anita gasped and kept her mouth open, her eyes on him.

As he continued to slip in inscrutable she nodded in favorable reception, her mouth afford, gasping. Bob slid in and out, initially slow and long, then increasing his tempo"oh, oh, oh, delight, concentrated"Anita pleaded with her eyes locked on him.

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

Bob leaned on her upturned thigh with one hand and his other hand softly held her lubed hobble lovesome sausage between his pollex and forefinger and repeated to stroke her, gently rolling it"oooh yes daddy"Anita approved.

It turned Bob on, exciting this beautiful young adult female's cock throbbing into slopped animation, 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 metre with pulsating his own dick into her Anita was now grunting rhythmically with each jabbing"umph, umph, umph ”, oral cavity unresolved, centre begging him to force mysterious and harder inside her.

Bob could feel that sentience in his own nut and stiff rod he was right on the sharpness of coming. He raised the pacing again, now bouncing off her rear end with a reverberative smack. He sped up his wanking of Anita to duplicate fourth dimension on her now fully set up fellow member in his tight grip. After years of practice bob knew that this would feel great for her.

Anita's center were almost rolling round the binding of her head in X, lip open"yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck me daddy."

Then just as Bob thought that was his limit, he felt her love tunnel muscles grip him besotted, Anita squealed"Fuuuuuuuuck Yeeeeeeesss"as a huge minute rope of cum jet 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 thumb and index, he squeezed the last drip of cum out of Anita and released his clench on her deflating rod.

This was too much for Bob, feeling that companion pressure surging from his formal, watching her titty bounce, seeing her orgasmic delectation proven by her released cum all on her stomach and breast was too very much, he released his own vent into her, driving his appendage oceanic abyss into her and feeling its release and it was his bend to vocalise his pleasure"yeeeeahhhhhhhhhaaa ”.

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

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

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

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

They hugged, both all sticky and sweaty, Bob exhausted drifted off to sleep whilst still stroking the minuscule 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 passion I have to go, there is only so a good deal I can explain to the married woman ”, he grabbed his geartrain, returned to kiss her and promise to see her in the good morning and almost ran across town back to his apartment.

He convinced his wife he had met up with some lads on a hart do, that got him into a froth club political party, so he could explicate the later hr and the exhibitor with his clothes on, washing away any cum stains.

To Be Continued *******