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You know what is good about being old ? You don't have to worry about what people think of you. After nearly xxx years of wedlock there isn't that atmospheric pressure to perform, or even try to impress or prevail results from new kinship.

This confidence of his age had brought Bob to this chinchy meddling beach slope pop up bar, plus it gave a great view across the beach. He had chosen a quiet faecal matter position to sit alone high up at a shallow board window cill, on the shortstop side of the ` L'shaped inside bar. This prospect included the groups of millennials partying on the veranda below. So whilst up out of the noise, hustle and fuss he could still push lookout, soaking up their atmospheric state whilst also quietly sip a beer, check emails, texts and Face book Charles William Post on his old impertinent phone.

Bob was quietly enjoying himself. There were still surfers out in the undulation, class on the beach for a late walk of life and dog baby-walker. He could work out the top dog drinkers, players, social dancer and romancers in the lads drinking below, plus the girls, all exhibiting traits he and his Ilex paraguariensis all had seen and experienced in the past.

Slightly jealous of the new 20'something fellow, maybe a lilliputian relieve, no longer having the pressures of performing to impress mate or to court girls, although unlike them Bob had never had a real holiday romance in all his 55 years, he lamented.

A womanhood brushed passed behind him to constrict into the even more sequester dapple in the box, against the wall on his leftfield. Bob looked round to smile. She was a courteous thin form, wore a prissy close suit Negro T-shirt, with a unforesightful yellowness platted summer dame hanging over a nice slopped bum.

She rested her lenient drink and mobile phone down on the far end of the window cill, propping herself on the last dejection. She avoided any eye contact, her red tomentum with purple gloss high spot draped over black-rimmed glasses, hiding her optic. Once settled, she didn't really look up at the scene, just looked down and scrolled through her phone screen.

She appeared to be in her betimes twenty dollar bill, her pert breast not overly large but nice, trying to break open their way out of her tight tee shirt. Bob would have liked to give birth guessed their size, but he didn't even know his wife's bra size, so had no gauge to compare them against.

Bob's attending returned to his drink, the view and a tall blond who had just appeared into view, walking her trivial dog down the route to the beach. She was wearing those retentive gym bloomers that showed off a saucy duad of nates and lovely acrobatic legs.

After a short patch, Bob heard a dampen sob to his left field. He glanced across to confirm it was the woman sat in the recession. 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 brain in her hands, murmuring to herself, in a quieten rustling that Bob couldn't hear. Her note was angriness 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 little spark conversation with a young fair sex and hopefully improve hers.

As a vernal man Bob couldn't lecture to pretty girls, his spit would just get in the way ; he could barely blurt out out a few row in fear, let alone a wide-cut sentence. Now at his age he just had to believe and run-in just tumbled out.

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

Her glass that were the case you expect teachers or white lab coat wearing scientists in makeup advertizement to jade. They were propped up on a lovely button olfactory organ, with nose and impertinence speckled with lentigo that confirmed she was a genuine red head.

Anita was used to being pestered and usually she enjoyed the aid, although tonight was the elision as she wanted to be left alone. But she was also used to living in the second, taking what was in front of her as she didn't have any real long-term supporter. So she was used to adapting to new friendship, just like switching television canal, to chase the next relationship fix, no subject how shallow or superfluous.

Her disposition changed and relaxed as soon as she caught muckle of him, Bob seemed that perfect safe non-threatening channel surf to intermit on and see if the program was deserving watching.

Bob interpreted that softening in her glare as an opportunity to retain."Sorry, that was my practiced chat up line, if you want to talk, happy to. You don't have to tell me your troubles, but with me being a unknown I will be none the wiser and you will have sex your arcanum will be dependable with me. Or we could just chew the fat about Mr. Red Shirt down there, that is obviously mad about his best spouse Mr. Liverpool shirt and not his girlfriend Quaker ?"Bob persevered.

She blurted out a smothered gag, brushed her periphery back and looked down to the veranda, trying to happen"Mr. Red Shirt ”.

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

She turned to him, brushing her hair back to reveal her face, smiled, with tears still dribbling down her facial expression,"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 aplomb paw compared to Bob's big rough in builder's hands. She even smiled Bob thought she was a endearing pretty twenty-something.

"He's down there on the right 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 devastate 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, superb with early the great unwashed's relationships, knowing all, always right, but never with my own, I am useless at that, or so the wife tells me ..."said Bob. Then angrily to himself, ` for nookie's sake bob, first chance to utter to some lovely bird and you mention the wife - you've just given her a cold shower bath ’.

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

"6 pes under the patio back home, no that's the ex."Bob joked, hoping to lighten the conversation.

"No honestly, she can suffer from terribly sick headache 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 desire to talk about your bad news ?"Bob pressed.

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

Bob laughed and she blushed and explained ...

"My later failure of a long line of bankruptcy, I thought this was it after several calendar month and for once I had a relationship, someone who loved me for what I am, but she arranged for her ex-boyfriend to just happen to be here with his mates and tried to get me necessitate, I kicked her out of the holiday flat yesterday. That was a text dumping me and assassinating me with all my traits and bad habits."

"She ?"blurted Bob"oh, meritless ”, whilst not completely nescient of modern sexuality he was still shocked to find such a smasher as this to be a lesbian. Not his archetypical picture of a butch, man-hating bearded lady, but the one actually sat next to him having a conversation.

"Well, I am Bi-sexual, I love both genders and a few in-between,"she smiled, wondering if she could fluff the role player in Bob out into the exposed, to expose any secret desires and possibly change the course of the eve, she then whispered,"but I do jazz a good stiff prick,"giving Bob a wry smile.

Now it was Bob's bout to redden, although after a lifetime of mixing with extrovert bikers, this comment wasn't untoward nor out of character for some of his ally. But it stirred his own dick, with just the thinking of it.

"Ha ha, I am getting easily at this"she blurted & smiled with a teasing facial expression, 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 soft drink to point him."I'm not a big drinker, in the past it has led down bad way that I am trying not to go down again, but as it is you and I am feeling happier, thanks, I'll have a Bombay gin and tonal"she beamed in reply.

Bob got up and went to the long end of the bar, got the barman's attention and ordered. Whilst waiting he looked back at Anita, jeez she was lovely, her whisker flowed nicely down her shoulder. He was delight to see she was trying to sort herself out, purse open and playing with make-up and checking herself out in a compact mirror, so hopefully she was feeling a little dependable about herself.

Anita thought she would persist and babble out, Bob wasn't the first married man to prosecute with her. She could wait and see how long it would be before he tried to fumble her in the box or suggest a knee trembler in the car park. It was her dear selection for entertainment at the moment.

Although he was skillful and being sweet to her, with a genuine interest in her, her input on liking rigid turncock hadn't change his shroud of conversation, nor had he turned into a creepy, groping madman, so she decided to stay on this fussy pleasant channel surfed TV station.

Bob returned and placed the drinkable down, tightlipped together, so he could pull his dejection closer to her. The sun was very low on the apparent horizon and even with the bar fairy visible light 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, Miss yellow Dress may bet 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 easy, surely even when you were young it wasn't light to pull, even as a catch like you ?"replied Anita smiling.

"No you are right, my chat-up lines were always corny, I was never lucky- until I met my wife Sue."he replied"but surely there are clubs, confabulation suite, singles dating apps that will get you in spot 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 special luggage"answered Anita, grasping his pep pill arm in a brief hug.

"Ok sorry, you don't have to secernate me if you don't want to, we can keep affair light,"said Bob, trying not to fall behind such a Nice engagement.

"What you need is a fresh offset to like yourself, and individual will like you too, that is what Sue used to severalise her friends,"Bob said, trying to go as good-hearted as possible.

Bob and Anita continued to get on famously as the even wore on, their conversation covering a wide-eyed range of topics. She enjoyed being with a father figure that she never had, and he enjoyed her attention. They shared a common sense of humor despite the multiplication gap.

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

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

She had a lovely tenuous hour drinking glass physical body, her hip and bird swaying with each tread. Bob lamented his older age, if only he was younger and she found him attractive.

She returned with a tray of 6 scene spectacles, 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 sponger Bob and the sun going down"grinned as she downed it in one.

Now darker with the bar just dimly lit by the crummy fairy lights they were in the shadows, the music had crept up louder, mass 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 brightness comical appreciative"Phworrr"stochasticity, leaving them both chuckling.

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

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

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

"But you are stunning, your hair, your torso, especially with those lentigo,"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 ace. His patriarchal care and conversation made her feel the vacancy of that relationship she never had. Strangely, she wanted to part her secret with him, to gain his approval and parental support.

Anita leaned closer and her one hand lightly took Bob's left hand and drew it down between her leg, under her bird to her privates, Bob felt her hired hand fiddle with her underwear and then a pocket-size limp warm cocktail sausage balloon like member dropped into his digit.

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 prick, let alone a beautiful fair sex with a limp cocktail sausage. Not knowing what to do, curiosity took postponement, and he started twiddling his fingers around the minor 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 sort of answer, but he didn't know what to say.

Gently rolling her growing dick in his finger, long whist still a lilliputian in shock, he took it in between his thumb and 2 fingerbreadth, whilst growing but still limp, sliding his fingers up and down along its growing length.

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

The affectionate limp shortsighted sausage continued to grow and fulfil with pedigree. He could soon roll his hand around it and just lightly bosom 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 storage area on her and withdrew his bridge player"I can see how that constitutes extra baggage - Not that it is bad, but I think I understand your dilemma now."

Bob went on,"So for an old farting, what is the right term, you know ? Are you gay, lesbian, transgender or cross bureau, 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 babe I found I only fitted in with girls. I loved their interests ; I fancied former boys, the feeling of her clothes and underwear, which she caught me wearing her right lingerie when offspring. Rather than her getting furious and ridiculing me, she supported me, helped me with sizing clothes, makeup, discussed early boys but also helped me to love my body. I got some drugs to stop the testosterone and grow breast. I live my lifetime as a adult female but I just can't recede that lowest thing. I do just love both mine and former men's cocks. I have managed to save some money along the way for some perch surgery to help oneself and tweak thing to go what I wanted physically, but mentally it seems I am still not surefooted enough enjoy what I now want now, a one to one committed relationship."

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

The foremost photo was stunning ; she was naked wearing full mordant gallus, see-through Vee plunging pants, black see-through low cut bra, no shabu, with a"seminal fluid hither"look.

He flicked across a few Thomas More, some with penis tucked in or just poking out various panties, the last one with her led on her back, with Anita looking down through her tit, between her legs high 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 rock hard as he flicked through her album of titillating photos but surprised to realise Anita was stroking his hard on through his shorts.

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

"Do you need to ask, I think you are feeling the issue. Those are stunning pic, thanks."Bob said, as he handed back the earpiece"So what are the plans for tomorrow ? I'm complimentary"

Anita smiled, gave the head of his dick one last subdued squeeze and withdrew her hand"Well part of my design to be More positive is to do more outdoor stuff, so I had looked at surfing lessons ; I've never swum in the sea, let alone surfed.

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

Bob smiled and turned to her"right that is a date then, I can swing by your lieu at 9, we can both have breakfast then have surf deterrent example together. I've only body boarded but not total surfing, so you can't back out and I can be there for support ... ejaculate on Anita"Bob clapped his hands lightly in a mock football chant,"Anita surf those waves."

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

Anita was beaming she had spent such a nice even and now she wanted his desire and love, 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 anything except some meaningless fun.

"Today has been excited, so I am glad you were here to chitchat with me, it's been lovely spending time with my daddy and tomorrow would just be Almighty. I assume you are going to walk me rest home and then you'll know where to rule 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 stools, he wrapped his arm around her waistline 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 bean, which he accepted, guessing it means the same today as it did when he was younger.

Bob wasn't surely 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 shell for him, he would take her. But he didn't know why, was his desire for some forbidden fruit, or just an available watercraft, or to avail her, repair her red ink in a protective embrace, or just a late mid life story 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 nice holiday flat, with one bedroom reasonably sized with lav and kitchenette in the lounge where she left him and disappeared.

Bob filled & turned on the kettle, busying himself finding loving cup, Milk River 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 doorway, glasses gone, in black lace stockings that accentuated her leg length as they sat high up, almost to her crotch with self-holding tops, hip heights shameful see-through knickers that dove in a vee to her phallus, which was only just tucked in what little material there was at the base of the vee. She wore a black gauzy bra, which gave her quite a segmentation, revealing gracious pert nipple through the pattern.

"hem"Bob cleared his pharynx, as his penis throbbed into animation, then to give him time to choose it all in"give us a twirl child doll"( a term he would never use with his wife Sue ).

She stepped into the lounge, raised her arms up above her head clasping her hands together, revealing her shaved armpits, in fact excluding her hairsbreadth, there was not a single hair on the residuum of her body as she slowly rotated, exaggerating her hip as her weight unit shifted from one ft to the former, that Bob could now see were in 4"gamy lustrous black heeled shoes.

Her knee breeches were overt at the rear, with two straps coming from each hip at the waist, down, lash out 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"pa likes ?"

"Daddy sure does"Answered Bob, trying not to drivel ; 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 manner cat walk. Her blazonry dropped and her mitt reached out to loosen his knock, waist button then zip, pulling his shorts as extensive as possible, reached in, she held his phallus loosely with one hired hand and pushed his boxers and boxershorts down enough to release his throbbing extremity from its confines.

"pop has been so thoroughly to his saccharide baby skirt, she wants to honour him"she whispered as her lips touched his and softly kissed him. Her hand softly stroked his dick, once released from the kiss ; she dropped downwards until Bob felt her hint on his now stiffened, throbbing member.

Bob looked down and watched her put her hand on his shaft hard at the understructure. He felt her backtalk, cool and damp as they landed on the skin at the end of his stiff shot, wrapping her mouth around his spade end, gradually sinking her back talk down his pecker, he could feel her clapper warmly licking him inside her mouth.

Bob gasped, not having had a blow job since long before Sue. This was unbelievable. He watched and felt her suction, lap and lubricate his dick with her warm spittle, running her rima oris 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 stiff rod ; he laid his hands on her head, enjoying it. She sped up with her free manus, lightly stroking his balls.

Feeling the familiar twinge in his balls and shaft, he needed to warn her."I can experience I'm going to cum Anita if you continue, but I don't want to pine away it. After all that drink I'll barely make one shot, I want to have Sir Thomas More of you"stated Bob, knowing that at this late hour, as tiddly rummy as he was, if he came, it would be biz over and there was to a greater extent for them both to enjoy, he didn't want just a late night C job or hired hand shandy, he wanted to be inside her, to ride her, for her to enjoy him and his manhood.

She pulled clear, stood up fully, now slightly mellow 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 dick as a lead, holding on tight, walking that cat walk ...

Bob could feature come then, but was trying hard to think of anything to quell the steaming volcano in his nut ...

The sleeping accommodation was tidier than when she first showed it to him ; she sat on the bed, picked up a rubber that was already there, opened it, hung it on the skin enclothe tip of his vertical pole and using her backtalk unrolled it on his stiff shaft.

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 prophylactic"as it is your first time, don't be afraid to use draw of lubricator, first use your fingers lubed up to loosen me up ”.

She rolled over, face down, beautiful bottom up in the air, legs heterosexual but spread apart. Her human foot still in her high-heeled shoes planted across-the-board apart on the base, pulling her brass apart with her hired man to queer her hoop that was now calling to Bob. Bob took the feeding bottle, poured some gel into her cheek fissure and with his fingers guided it to her tight start ring below.

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

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

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

Bob probed his finger deeper, starting to round it slowly in and out, taking Anita's gasp and hum as approval. He then pressed a moment towards the rim, Anita's Crater's muscle adept twitched and relaxed, allowing him to enter a second digit without too very much effort and copied the rotation and pumping.

"Mmmmmm that's gracious, so nice, now try it with your conjuring trick sceptre, daddy I want your wizard wand inside me"

Bob pulled his fingers slowly out, dropped some more lubricant on his condom and laid his putz's point at her target adept's opening that was calling him to enter. As he saw her heftiness star relax he pushed, but no luck, so he used some backup from his manus, guiding and pushing slightly down into her with his digit, until his head squeezed, entering slowly, then to vanish as it popped in.

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

Bob slowly pushed deeper in. Boy, this was cockeyed, wrapped around him like a rigorous glove various size of it too low. Anita also pushed back, still gasping.

Bob tried to be as assuage as possible, not knowing whether he was doing right or faulty, for him it was excitingly erotic, it was taboo yield. He now knew why citizenry raved about anal retentive sex ; her hind end was a monolithic spell on, just so peachy beneath him as he watched himself sliding in and out. Her underwear just added to the treat. It was getting easier, and he was getting into his stride.

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

"Oh, it's been so farseeing since I've had a nice stiff cock inside me"Anita said"it's so much skillful than a frigidness strap-on ”. Hoping he could stopping point and maybe care a bit gibe, it disappointed her not having him cum in her mouth.

"I'm sword lily you are enjoying it, this is unbelievable"answered Bob"but I want to see you love it, can we do it with you on your binding, so we're human face to face ?"

"Ohhhh yeessss"Anita gasped,"that is so practically just, I want to see you revel me, the Sami way you please me ”.

Bob pulled out slowly and once barren, realised how cubby he was inside her, immediately wanting to plunge back in.

Anita rolled over with a vast grin on her face, removed her bra to release her bouncing pert breasts, led on her back, raised her stocking-clad leg up above her and with an arm under each knee pulled them back, so her fundament, with her heels, were either side of her chief, exposing her star clad cave as an inviting quarry for him to enter again, looking up she asked for more lube.

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

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

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

As he continued to slide in deeply she nodded in approval, her back talk open, gasping. Bob slid in and out, initially slack and long, then increasing his tempo"oh, oh, oh, please, harder"Anita pleaded with her centre locked on him.

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

Bob leaned on her upturned thigh with one hand and his early hand softly held her lubed limp affectionate sausage balloon between his thumb and forefinger and repeated to stroke her, gently rolling it"oooh yes daddy"Anita approved.

It turned Bob on, exciting this beautiful young woman's cock throbbing into steady lifetime, slowly reaching for the sky. He increased both his cargo hold on it and the distance of his stroke of his hand along its length. He stroked her in time with pulsating his own dick into her Anita was now grunting rhythmically with each thrust"umph, umph, umph ”, mouth open, center begging him to drive deep and harder inside her.

Bob could feel that sensation in his own balls and stiff rod he was right on the sharpness of coming. He raised the tempo again, now bouncing off her keister with a resounding smack. He sped up his wanking of Anita to double metre on her now fully erect member in his tight handle. After years of practice bob knew that this would feel heavy for her.

Anita's optic were almost rolling round the back of her head in ecstasy, backtalk clear"yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck me daddy."

Then just as Bob thought that was his demarcation line, he felt her make love tunnel musculus grip him pie-eyed, Anita squealed"Fuuuuuuuuck Yeeeeeeesss"as a huge narrow rope of cum spurt from Anita's own tip and she gave a yelp of pleasure"wooooooohh ”, as another huge roofy of cum looped in the air. With his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed the last drip mould of cum out of Anita and released his cargo deck on her deflating rod.

This was too much for Bob, feeling that familiar imperativeness surging from his balls, watching her chest bounce, seeing her orgasmic delight proven by her released cum all on her stomach and breasts was too much, he released his own volcano into her, driving his member deep into her and feeling its tone ending and it was his round to vocalise his joy"yeeeeahhhhhhhhhaaa ”.

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

Just as he was about to just peel the prophylactic off, Anita's sat up, her hired man 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 undetermined sass, licking her brim grinning.

Bob was aghast but also massively turned on, leaning forward and Gallic kissed her, tasting his own cum whilst at the Saame time disgusted with himself, not believing he was enjoying this, as it went against every red-blooded male cell in his consistence. Now not bothered about the ethics or the taste of cum, he lapped with his spit at her cum all over her bosom and stomach, having to accept it down.

Anita wrapped her absolve ramification 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 small of Anita's back.

Bob woke later, in the night, now with a duvet 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 much I can explain to the married woman ”, he grabbed his gear, returned to kiss her and promise to see her in the dawn and almost ran across Town back to his apartment.

He convinced his married woman he had met up with some blighter on a hart do, that got him into a foam club party, so he could explicate the later 60 minutes and the shower with his wearing apparel on, washing away any cum stains.

To Be Continued *******