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You know what is good about being old ? You don't have to interest about what multitude think of you. After nearly thirty years of marriage there isn't that press to execute, or even try to shanghai or obtain results from new human relationship.

This confidence of his age had brought Bob to this trashy engaged beach side pop up bar, plus it gave a with child view across the beach. He had chosen a restrained stool emplacement to sit alone high up at a shallow mesa window cill, on the curt side of the ` L'shaped inside bar. This thought included the radical of millennials partying on the veranda below. So whilst up out of the stochasticity, hustle and stir he could still herd watch, soaking up their atmosphere whilst also quietly sip a beer, handicap emails, texts and Face book station on his old smart sound.

Bob was quietly enjoying himself. There were still surfers out in the waves, category on the beach for a recent walk and dog walkers. He could work out the top dog drinkers, players, professional dancer and romancers in the lads drinking below, plus the girls, all exhibiting traits he and his teammate all had seen and experienced in the past.

Slightly envious of the young 20'something lads, maybe a little sticking out, no longer having the atmospheric pressure of performing to impress spouse or to courtyard girls, although unlike them Bob had never had a existent holiday romance in all his 55 years, he lamented.

A charwoman brushed passed behind him to squeeze into the even more apart spotlight in the quoin, against the bulwark on his left. Bob looked stave to smile. She was a overnice thin habitus, wore a prissy close tally black jersey, with a short yellow platted summer skirt hanging over a dainty tight bum.

She rested her soft crapulence and mobile phone down on the far end of the windowpane cill, propping herself on the conclusion stool. She avoided any eye contact, her red tomentum with violet gloss highlights draped over black-rimmed glasses, hiding her middle. Once settled, she didn't really count up at the picture, just looked down and scrolled through her phone screen.

She appeared to be in her ahead of time twenties, her pert knocker not overly boastfully but decent, trying to burst their way out of her tight jersey. Bob would make liked to have guessed their size, but he didn't even be intimate his married woman's bra size, so had no standard of measurement to compare them against.

Bob's aid returned to his drinking, the view and a tall blonde who had just appeared into view, walking her little dog down the road to the beach. She was wearing those tenacious gym trouser that showed off a impertinent duad of fanny and lovely athletic legs.

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

She now had her head in her helping hand, murmuring to herself, in a quiet whisper that Bob couldn't hear. Her smell was anger towards herself. He caught the odd"Why ..."and"again."

"Hi, I'm Bob, are you ok ? Lovely weather we're having"Bob just couldn't resist trying to improve his evening with a piffling light conversation with a unseasoned cleaning lady and hopefully improve hers.

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

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

Her glasses that were the type you expect teachers or white lab coating wearing scientists in constitution advertising to wear down. They were propped up on a pin-up button nose, with nose and nerve speckled with freckle that confirmed she was a genuine red head.

Anita was used to being pestered and usually she enjoyed the aid, 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 front of her as she didn't have any real long-term friends. So she was used to adapting to new friendly relationship, just like switching television receiver channels, to give chase the adjacent relationship fix, no topic how shoal or superfluous.

Her temperament changed and relaxed as soon as she caught slew of him, Bob seemed that arrant prophylactic non-threatening channel breakers to break on and see if the program was worth watching.

Bob interpreted that softening in her glare as an chance to cover."Sorry, that was my best chat up parentage, if you want to speak, happy to. You don't have to tell me your bother, but with me being a stranger I will be none the wiser and you will know your enigma will be safe 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 supporter ?"Bob persevered.

She blurted out a asphyxiate laugh, brushed her fringe back and looked down to the gallery, trying to obtain"Mr. Red Shirt ”.

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

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

She held her helping hand out, and they lightly shook. She had lenient cool helping hand compared to Bob's big rough detergent builder's handwriting. She even smiled Bob thought she was a pin-up pretty twenty-something.

"He's down there on the rightfield with a girlfriend in a yellowed top seems to be with him, but he is touching his better half at every opportunity. Obviously he would rather ravage 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, magnificent with other masses's relationships, knowing all, always right, but never with my own, I am useless at that, or so the married woman tells me ..."said Bob. Then angrily to himself, ` for shtup's sake bob, first luck to talk to some cover girl bird and you mention the wife - you've just given her a cold-blooded exhibitor ’.

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

"6 infantry under the patio back menage, no that's the ex."Bob joked, hoping to buoy up the conversation.

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

"So, do you require to talk about your bad newsworthiness ?"Bob pressed.

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

Bob laughed and she blushed and explained ...

"My latest failure of a prospicient line of nonstarter, I thought this was it after respective months and for once I had a relationship, person who loved me for what I am, but she arranged for her ex-boyfriend to just happen to be here with his mates and tried to get me involved, I kicked her out of the holiday prostrate yesterday. That was a text edition dumping me and assassinating me with all my traits and bad habits."

"She ?"blurted Bob"oh, sorry ”, whilst not completely ignorant of advanced gender he was still shocked to get such a beaut as this to be a gay woman. Not his prototypical moving-picture show 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 sexuality and a few in-between,"she smiled, wondering if she could tease the player in Bob out into the heart-to-heart, to expose any hide out desires and possibly alter the course of the eve, she then whispered,"but I do love a full stiff cock,"giving Bob a wry smile.

Now it was Bob's play to blush, although after a life of mixing with extroverted bikers, this comment wasn't untoward nor out of character for some of his acquaintance. But it stirred his own tool, with just the persuasion of it.

"Ha ha, I am getting secure 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 drink, drained it and lifted the empty glass to offer"would you like one ?"

"I wasn't going to"she raised her piano drunkenness to indicate him."I'm not a big imbiber, in the past tense it has led down bad course 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 refreshful"she beamed in reply.

Bob got up and went to the long end of the bar, got the bartender's attending and ordered. Whilst waiting he looked back at Anita, jeez she was lovely, her hair flowed nicely down her shoulder. He was pleased to see she was trying to sort herself out, handbag subject and playing with makeup and checking herself out in a constrict mirror, so hopefully she was feeling a little better about herself.

Anita thought she would stay put and spill the beans, Bob wasn't the first married man to engage with her. She could wait and see how farseeing it would be before he tried to grope her in the box or hint a knee joint quaker in the car park. It was her best option for entertainment at the here and now.

Although he was nice and being sweet to her, with a genuine interest in her, her comment on liking soused shaft hadn't change his tack of conversation, nor had he turned into a creepy, groping maniac, so she decided to bide on this fussy pleasant channel surfed TV station.

Bob returned and placed the beverage down, close together, so he could pull his stool closer to her. The sun was very low on the sensible horizon and even with the bar queer luminosity on, they were in a crepuscle glow.

Bob looked down at the verandah again"Anita, forget the ex, there are plenty more fish in the sea, Miss Yellow frock may attend for a shoulder to cry on when she catches Mr. & Mr. ravaging each other 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 easily, surely even when you were young it wasn't easy to force, even as a arrest like you ?"replied Anita smiling.

"No you are right, my chat-up crinkle were always corny, I was never lucky- until I met my wife Sue."he replied"but surely there are clubs, chat rooms, I dating apps that will get you in soupcon with former the great unwashed looking for the same."Said Bob, hoping he wasn't losing her by showing the generation gap.

"It's not as well-off as that, as I am also carrying a bit of extra baggage"answered Anita, grasping his upper berth arm in a brief hug.

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

"What you need is a novel first to like yourself, and someone will like you too, that is what Sue used to evidence her ally,"Bob said, trying to sound as benevolent as possible.

Bob and Anita continued to get on famously as the evening wore on, their conversation covering a wide image of topic. She enjoyed being with a father shape that she never had, and he enjoyed her attention. They shared a plebeian good sense of humour 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 feel insecure. Do you fancy some shots ; I'll mix and mates if you don't know what you like ?"

She stood up ; Bob nodded and finished his dry pint, turning so he could keep an eye on her walkway away. A few steps down the bar she turned to fascinate him watching her, cheekily smiled and wagged her finger at him, like a naughty boy, then continued on once she saw him blush.

She had a lovely cut hour methamphetamine configuration, 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 dead reckoning spyglass, 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 cheap fairy lights 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 short comic appreciative"Phworrr"racket, leaving them both chuckling.

During one thread of conversation she accidentally called him pappa, which he found a little discerning, but Bob did secretly like it. He and Anita got on to hand-holding, arm necking full term, gradually increasing with frequency, as they sipped their way through the shooter, as they giggled at their own sarcastic antic, often at other the great unwashed's expense.

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

"I wish it was as unproblematic as that Bob,"said Anita"I wish I could excuse ”.

"But you are stunning, your hair, your body, especially with those freckles,"defended Bob grinning at her.

Anita couldn't believe her portion 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 inspire her up by playing Cupid with her now being single. His patriarchal care and conversation made her feel the vacancy of that kinship she never had. Strangely, she wanted to plowshare her secret with him, to make headway his approval and paternal support.

Anita leaned closer and her one hand lightly took Bob's left paw and drew it down between her ramification, under her skirt to her crotch, Bob felt her hand fiddle with her underwear and then a small hitch warmly cocktail blimp like phallus dropped into his fingers.

She looked at him, eyebrows raised, and she removed her hand.

Bob wasn't sure what she was doing, or what she expected him to do, but he knew what he was touching. He had never played with any other man's hammer, let alone a beautiful adult female with a hobble cocktail sausage. Not knowing what to do, curiosity took clasp, and he started twiddling his fingers around the modest flaccid dick that was now slowly waking up, like he was checking it was what he thought it was.

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

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

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

The warm limp short sausage continued to maturate and replete with stock. He could soon swan his deal around it and just lightly thrust 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 Thomas Young woman.

"ahem, Well I never expected that"said Bob as he now released his detention on her and withdrew his hand"I can see how that constitutes extra luggage - Not that it is bad, but I think I understand your dilemma now."

Bob went on,"So for an old breaking wind, what is the in good order condition, you know ? Are you gay, Lesbian, transgender or crossing dresser, I have noticed those aren't just socks stuffed down there"as he nodded to her breasts.

Anita smiled"Trans char is one but I like T-girl. I was born a boy, growing up without parents around, just me and my sister I found I only fitted in with girls. I loved their interests ; I fancied other male child, the smell of her clothes and underclothing, which she caught me wearing her best lingerie when young. kinda than her getting wild and ridiculing me, she supported me, helped me with sizing clothes, constitution, discussed former boys but also helped me to love my body. I got some drugs to stop the testosterone and grow breasts. I live my aliveness as a cleaning woman but I just can't lose that last affair. I do just fuck both mine and early men's shaft. I have managed to save some money along the way for some light surgery to avail and pull off things to get what I wanted physically, but mentally it seems I am still not positive enough enjoy what I now want now, a one to one committed relationship."

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

The first photo was stunning ; she was naked wearing full black suspenders, sheer Vee plunging knickerbockers, black see-through low cut bra, no ice, with a"come hither"look.

He flicked across a few to a greater extent, some with member tucked in or just poking out various panties, the in conclusion one with her led on her back, with Anita looking down through her titty, between her ramification gamey in the air ; dick loosely flopped to one English and anus on full display.

Bob found himself turned on and his own penis stiffening to shake hard as he flicked through her record album of titillating photos but surprised to earn 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 speech sound"So what are the plans for tomorrow ? I'm relieve"

Anita smiled, gave the question of his dick one last diffuse squeeze and withdrew her handwriting"fountainhead part of my plan to be more confident is to do more outdoor poppycock, so I had looked at surfing lesson ; I've never swum in the sea, let alone surfed.

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

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

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

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

"Today has been aroused, so I am glad you were here to chit-chat with me, it's been lovely pass time with my daddy and tomorrow would just be cleric. I assume you are going to walk me home and then you'll know where to detect 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 can, he wrapped his arm around her waist and they walked on.

Anita's holiday apartment was the other incline of town to Bob's. Once there Anita invited Bob in for a cup of tea or burnt umber, which he accepted, guessing it means the Saami today as it did when he was younger.

Bob wasn't sure why he had gone this far. He tried convincing himself that it was just for a cup of tea, but he knew if Anita put herself on a plate for him, he would take her. But he didn't know why, was his desire for some forbidden yield, or just an available vessel, or to aid her, repair her loss in a protective bosom, or just a belated mid sprightliness crisis. He just didn't know, except he did lust after her and wanted carnal cognition of her body.

Anita let him in and showed him around the prissy vacation apartment, with one chamber reasonably sized with bathroom and kitchenette in the waiting area where she left him and disappeared.

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

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

Stood there provocatively framed in the room access, glasses gone, in Negro lacing stockings that accentuated her leg length as they sat luxuriously up, almost to her crotch with self-holding tops, hip high smutty see-through knickers that dove in a vee to her penis, which was only just tucked in what little material there was at the radix of the vee. She wore a black gauze-like bra, which gave her quite a segmentation, revealing nice pert nipples through the pattern.

"ahem"Bob cleared his throat, as his penis throbbed into life, then to give him clip to conduct it all in"give us a twisting infant doll"( a term he would never use with his wife Sue ).

She stepped into the lounge, raised her munition up above her headspring clasping her hands together, revealing her shaved armpit, in fact excluding her hair, there was not a undivided hair on the residuum of her eubstance as she slowly rotated, exaggerating her hip as her weightiness shifted from one foot to the early, that Bob could now see were in 4"high glazed black heeled shoes.

Her knickers were open air at the rear, 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 whistle, She looked over her shoulders"Daddy the like ?"

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

Anita smiled and rotated to face him and stepped across the elbow room to him, as if she were on a fashion cat walkway. Her arms dropped and her hands reached out to undo his bang, waist button then zip, pulling his shorts as wide as possible, reached in, she held his phallus loosely with one deal and pushed his bagger and shorts down enough to unfreeze his throbbing extremity from its confines.

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

Bob looked down and watched her put her hand on his shaft hard at the base. He felt her mouth, aplomb and damp as they landed on the skin at the end of his clay shaft, wrapping her mouth around his spade end, gradually sinking her mouth down his ray, he could feel her lingua 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 dick with her lovesome spittle, running her mouthpiece up and down it, in time with her thumb and forefinger masturbating him. He watched her head bobbing up and down on his now wet cadaver rod ; he laid his hands on her head, enjoying it. She sped up with her loose script, lightly stroking his balls.

Feeling the companion twinge in his testis and shaft, he needed to monish her."I can feel I'm going to cum Anita if you continue, but I don't want to ravage it. After all that drink I'll barely make one snapshot, I want to suffer more of you"stated Bob, knowing that at this late minute, as tipsy inebriate as he was, if he came, it would be game over and there was more than for them both to relish, he didn't wishing just a late nighttime gust job or hand shandygaff, he wanted to be inside her, to ride her, for her to relish him and his manhood.

She pulled clear, stood up fully, now slightly higher on her blackguard, and wrapped her hand around his dick hard."seed with me big boy"as she led him out, through the dorm, to the sleeping accommodation using his pecker as a lead, holding on tight, walking that cat walk ...

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

The sleeping accommodation was tidy 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 tegument clad tip of his erect pole and using her rima oris unrolled it on his cadaver beam of light.

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 safety"as it is your first meter, don't be afraid to use luck of lube, first use your fingers lubed up to loosen me up ”.

She rolled over, face down, beautiful buttocks up in the air, branch heterosexual but overspread apart. Her base still in her high-heeled shoes planted widely apart on the floor, pulling her brass apart with her hands to expose her ring that was now calling to Bob. Bob took the bottleful, poured some gel into her cheek crevice and with his digit guided it to her tight get-go ring below.

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

Bob gently circled his finger around her ring, dribbling some more lubricating substance in the lilliputian crater. Slowly, he dipped his one finger in.

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

Bob probed his fingerbreadth deeper, starting to cps it slowly in and out, taking Anita's gasps and hum as blessing. He then pressed a second gear towards the rim, Anita's crater's muscle hotshot twitched and relaxed, allowing him to enter a second finger without too lots effort and copied the rotation and pumping.

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

Bob pulled his fingers slowly out, dropped some more lube on his condom and laid his hammer's head at her target adept's orifice that was calling him to enter. As he saw her muscle virtuoso relax he pushed, but no chance, so he used some documentation from his hand, guiding and pushing slightly down into her with his finger, until his top dog squeezed, entering slowly, then to vanish as it popped in.

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

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

Bob tried to be as gentle as potential, not knowing whether he was doing right or faulty, for him it was excitingly titillating, it was forbid yield. He now knew why people raved about anal retentive sex ; her arse was a monolithic turn on, just so neat beneath him as he watched himself sliding in and out. Her underclothes just added to the delicacy. It was getting well-off, 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 foresightful since I've had a decent stiff cock inside me"Anita said"it's so much dependable than a low temperature strap-on ”. Hoping he could last and maybe manage a mo shot, it disappointed her not having him cum in her mouth.

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

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

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

Anita rolled over with a huge grin on her cheek, removed her bra to release her bouncing irreverent chest, led on her back, raised her stocking-clad peg up above her and with an arm under each human knee pulled them back, so her substructure, with her dog, were either side of her head word, exposing her star clad cave as an inviting target for him to introduce again, looking up she asked for more lube.

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

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

He poured some more lubricating substance on both him and her asterisk winking caries, but also onto her half flaccid warmly blimp, leaning in close, engaging the tip of his stiff rod to her relax caries and pushed. This time he just popped straight in, Anita gasped and kept her sassing assailable, her eyes on him.

As he continued to slide in mysterious she nodded in approval, her oral fissure open, gasping. Bob slid in and out, initially easy and long, then increasing his tempo"oh, oh, oh, please, harder"Anita pleaded with her eyes locked on him.

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

Bob leaned on her upturned second joint with one hand and his other hand softly held her lubed wilted warm blimp 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 youth adult female's pecker throbbing into besotted life, slowly reaching for the sky. He increased both his hold on it and the length of his slash of his hired man along its length. He stroked her in time with pulsating his own dick into her Anita was now grunting rhythmically with each jab"umph, umph, umph ”, mouth open, optic begging him to drive rich and unvoiced inside her.

Bob could finger that sensation in his own balls and fuddled rod he was right on the edge of coming. He raised the tempo again, now bouncing off her arse with a resounding slap. He sped up his wanking of Anita to reduplicate metre on her now fully rear member in his fuddled grip. After years of pattern bob knew that this would feel great for her.

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

Then just as Bob thought that was his limit, he felt her love tunnel muscleman grip him fuddled, Anita squealed"Fuuuuuuuuck Yeeeeeeesss"as a vast narrow roach 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 forefinger, he squeezed the end drip mold of cum out of Anita and released his hold on her deflating rod.

This was too much for Bob, feeling that familiar pressing surging from his balls, watching her chest bounce, seeing her orgasmic delight proven by her released cum all on her stomach and white meat was too much, he released his own volcano into her, driving his fellow member deep into her and feeling its outlet and it was his turn to vocalise his pleasure"yeeeeahhhhhhhhhaaa ”.

Bob pressed his scape into her as long as potential, then as his spent rod deflated he, he held the substructure end of his condom and withdrew, ecstatic that he had given Anita such a climactic sexual climax, looking down at her beaming, grinning face.

Just as he was about to just pare the rubber off, Anita's sat up, her mitt 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 open mouth, licking her backtalk grinning.

Bob was aghast but also massively turned on, leaning forward and French kissed her, tasting his own cum whilst at the same clock time disgusted with himself, not believing he was enjoying this, as it went against every hearty male cell in his body. Now not bothered about the moral philosophy or the preference of cum, he lapped with his natural language at her cum all over her breasts and tum, having to accept it down.

Anita wrapped her free ramification behind him and pulled him over onto her, causing them to accrue onto the bed, the brace of them kissing and laughing.

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

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

He jumped up, waking up Anita,"sorry Anita lovemaking I have to go, there is only so a great deal I can explain to the wife ”, he grabbed his gear, returned to kiss her and promise to see her in the morning and almost ran across town back to his apartment.

He convinced his married woman he had met up with some feller on a stag do, that got him into a foam club party, so he could explicate the later time of day and the exhibitor with his clothes on, washing away any cum stains.

To Be Continued *******