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You know what is upright about being old ? You don't have to vex about what people think of you. After nearly thirty long time of spousal relationship there isn't that pressure to perform, or even try to move or obtain results from new relationships.

This confidence of his age had brought Bob to this cheap busy beach side pop up bar, plus it gave a slap-up view across the beach. He had chosen a quiet faecal matter view to sit alone gamey up at a shoal table window cill, on the short face of the ` L'shaped inside bar. This view included the grouping of millennials partying on the veranda below. So whilst up out of the noise, hustle and bustle he could still crowd lookout man, soaking up their atmosphere whilst also quietly sip a beer, check emails, texts and Face book Wiley Post on his old bright telephone.

Bob was quietly enjoying himself. There were still surfers out in the undulation, family line on the beach for a late walk and dog walkers. He could work out the top dog juicer, musician, dancer and romancers in the lads drinking below, plus the female child, all exhibiting traits he and his fellow all had seen and experienced in the past.

Slightly jealous of the young 20'something fellow, maybe a petty relieved, no longer having the pressure of performing to impress mates or to homage girls, although unlike them Bob had never had a very holiday romance in all his 55 years, he lamented.

A woman brushed passed behind him to hug into the even more insulate spot in the corner, against the bulwark on his left hand. Bob looked unit of ammunition to smile. She was a overnice thinly build, wore a decent close fitting black T-shirt, with a short-circuit yellow platted summer skirt hanging over a nice stiff bum.

She rested her soft drink and mobile phone down on the far end of the window cill, propping herself on the net can. She avoided any eye middleman, her red whisker with purple gloss highlights draped over black-rimmed glasses, hiding her eyes. Once settled, she didn't really bet up at the scene, just looked down and scrolled through her phone screen.

She appeared to be in her too soon mid-twenties, her pert breasts not overly large but nice, trying to split their way out of her soused T-shirt. Bob would experience liked to experience guessed their sizing, but he didn't even know his wife's bra size, so had no gauge to compare them against.

Bob's attention returned to his drink, the view and a grandiloquent blond who had just appeared into view, walking her little dog down the road to the beach. She was wearing those long gym trouser that showed off a pert pair of hind end and lovely acrobatic legs.

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

She now had her principal in her hands, murmuring to herself, in a quiet rustling that Bob couldn't hear. Her tonicity was ire towards herself. He caught the odd"Why ..."and"again."

"Hi, I'm Bob, are you ok ? Lovely weather we're having"Bob just couldn't resist trying to ameliorate his evening with a piffling luminosity conversation with a Lester Willis Young woman and hopefully improve hers.

As a young man Bob couldn't talk to pretty girls, his lingua would just get in the way ; he could barely blunder out a few Holy Writ in concern, let alone a wax 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 go along his eyes upwards on her expression ; he could just see her eyes burning through her over hanging fringe.

Her glasses that were the character you expect instructor or White lab coat wearing scientists in composition advertisement to wear. They were propped up on a pin-up button olfactory organ, with nose and cheeks speckled with freckles that confirmed she was a echt 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 genuine long-term friends. So she was used to adapting to new friendly relationship, just like switching television TV channel, to chase the succeeding relationship fix, no matter how shallow or superfluous.

Her temperament changed and relaxed as soon as she caught mess of him, Bob seemed that perfective tense safe non-threatening channel surf to intermit on and see if the platform was worth watching.

Bob interpreted that softening in her glare as an opportunity to retain."Sorry, that was my upright chat up line, if you want to utter, happy to. You don't have to state me your fuss, but with me being a stranger I will be none the wiser and you will make out your secrets will be safe with me. Or we could just chitchat about Mr. Red Shirt down there, that is obviously mad about his intimately mate Mr. Liverpool shirt and not his girl friend ?"Bob persevered.

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

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

She turned to him, brushing her pilus back to expose her brass, smiled, with bout still dribbling down her grimace,"Hi I'm Anita"she sniffed, grabbed a napkin off the mesa and wiped her face dry and blew her nose..

She held her hand out, and they lightly shook. She had soft assuredness paw compared to Bob's big rough in builder's hands. She even smiled Bob thought she was a lovely reasonably twenty-something.

"He's down there on the right with a fille in a jaundiced top seems to be with him, but he is touching his mate at every opportunity. Obviously he would rather ravage Mr. Liverpool shirt before young lady 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 former people'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 nookie's sake bob, first chance to talk to some endearing snort and you mention the wife - you've just given her a cold shower ’.

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

"6 invertebrate foot under the patio back family, no that's the ex."Bob joked, hoping to lighten up the conversation.

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

"So, do you want to utter about your bad intelligence ?"Bob pressed.

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

Bob laughed and she blushed and explained ...

"My latest bankruptcy of a long line of failures, I thought this was it after several calendar month and for once I had a relationship, mortal who loved me for what I am, but she arranged for her ex-boyfriend to just occur to be here with his first mate and tried to get me involved, I kicked her out of the holiday plane 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 modern sexuality he was still shocked to find out such a beauty as this to be a Lesbian. Not his archetypical picture of a dike, man-hating bearded lady, but the one actually sat succeeding to him having a conversation.

"well, I am Bi-sexual, I love both sex and a few in-between,"she smiled, wondering if she could ride the player in Bob out into the open, to expose any hidden desires and possibly switch the course of action of the evening, she then whispered,"but I do love a respectable stiff prick,"giving Bob a wry smile.

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

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

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

"I wasn't going to"she raised her soft beverage to show 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 Bombay gin and tonic"she beamed in reply.

Bob got up and went to the long end of the bar, got the barkeep'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 sort herself out, purse opened and playing with makeup and checking herself out in a compact mirror, so hopefully she was feeling a minuscule honest about herself.

Anita thought she would stick and talk, Bob wasn't the first wed man to engage with her. She could hold off and see how farseeing it would be before he tried to grope her in the quoin or paint a picture a knee trembler in the car park. It was her honest selection for entertainment at the import.

Although he was nice and being sweet to her, with a genuine interest in her, her input on liking stiff cocks hadn't variety his tacking of conversation, nor had he turned into a creepy, groping maniac, so she decided to stay on this particular pleasant communication channel surfed TV station.

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

Bob looked down at the verandah again"Anita, bury the ex, there are plenty more angle in the sea, Miss Yellow Dress may look for a shoulder to cry on when she catches Mr. & Mr. ravaging each former later ? What the gymnastic blond 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 young it wasn't easy to pull, even as a catch like you ?"replied Anita smiling.

"No you are proper, my chat-up lines were always corny, I was never lucky- until I met my married woman Sue."he replied"but surely there are clubs, Old World chat rooms, singles dating apps that will get you in touch with former the great unwashed looking for the same."Said Bob, hoping he wasn't losing her by showing the contemporaries gap.

"It's not as easy as that, as I am also carrying a bit of spear carrier baggage"answered Anita, grasping his amphetamine arm in a abbreviated hug.

"Ok sorry, you don't have to separate 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 tonic outset to like yourself, and individual will like you too, that is what Sue used to narrate her acquaintance,"Bob said, trying to vocalize as sympathetic as possible.

Bob and Anita continued to get on famously as the eve wore on, their conversation covering a wide image of topics. She enjoyed being with a founding father figure that she never had, and he enjoyed her attention. They shared a coarse sentiency 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 match if you don't know what you like ?"

She stood up ; Bob nodded and finished his dry pint, turning so he could watch her paseo away. A few steps down the bar she turned to enamour 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 thin hour glass configuration, her hip and skirt swaying with each pace. Bob lamented his older age, if only he was untested and she found him attractive.

She returned with a tray of 6 snapshot 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 Sponge Bob and the sun going down"grinned as she downed it in one.

Now darker with the bar just dimly lit by the trashy fairy Inner Light they were in the phantasma, the medicine had crept up louder, people were coming and going off to clubs.

Bob and Anita chatted on whilst Bob pointing out aphrodisiacal dame or what he thought may be hunky men as they passed, often with Anita making calorie-free comical appreciative"Phworrr"noise, leaving them both chuckling.

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

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

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

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

Anita couldn't believe her destiny he really was so genuinely honest, he really was just talking to her for conversation. There was no groping or insinuation ; he was open about his desire for his married woman. It was sweet-smelling how he tried to hearten her up by playing cupid with her now being single. His patriarchal upkeep and conversation made her feeling the void of that relationship she never had. Strangely, she wanted to share her secret with him, to gain ground his approval and paternal support.

Anita leaned closer and her one hand lightly took Bob's left mitt and drew it down between her legs, under her chick to her private parts, Bob felt her hand violin with her underwear and then a small hobble warm cocktail sausage like member dropped into his fingers.

She looked at him, supercilium 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 blimp. Not knowing what to do, curiosity took hold, and he started twiddling his fingers around the small 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 kind of reply, but he didn't know what to say.

Gently rolling her growing shaft in his finger's breadth, whist still a little in electric shock, he took it in between his thumb and 2 fingers, whilst growing but still limp, sliding his digit up and down along its growing length.

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

The affectionate hobble light sausage continued to get and replete with blood. He could soon roll out his hand around it and just lightly squeeze it, as he continued to stroke it.

Yes, it was what he thought it was, but unlike all his male programming, he enjoyed holding it, knowing it was attached to this pretty, witty, gorgeous Loretta Young woman.

"Ahem, well I never expected that"said Bob as he now released his hold on her and withdrew his paw"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 flatus, what is the powerful condition, you know ? Are you gay, tribade, transgender or crossing chest of drawers, I have noticed those aren't just socks stuffed down there"as he nodded to her breasts.

Anita smiled"Trans cleaning lady 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 girls. I loved their interests ; I fancied other male child, the smell of her wearing apparel and underwear, which she caught me wearing her right lingerie when young. preferably than her getting wild and ridiculing me, she supported me, helped me with sizing clothes, physical composition, discussed other son but also helped me to roll in the hay my dead body. I got some drugs to check the testosterone and grow breasts. I live my life as a cleaning woman but I just can't fall back that last thing. I do just know both mine and other men's peter. I have managed to save some money along the way for some unhorse surgical operation to facilitate and tweak things to become what I wanted physically, but mentally it seems I am still not sure-footed enough enjoy what I now want now, a one to one committed relationship."

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

The first photo was stunning ; she was naked wearing to the full black brace, vapourous Vee plunging knickers, bleak see-through low cut bra, no glasses, with a"seed hither"look.

He flicked across a few Sir Thomas More, some with penis tucked in or just poking out diverse panties, the last one with her led on her back, with Anita looking down through her breasts, between her legs eminent in the air ; dick loosely flopped to one face and anus on full display.

Bob found himself turned on and his own phallus stiffening to rock hard as he flicked through her record album of erotic photos but surprised to realise Anita was stroking his hard on through his shorts.

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

"Do you need to ask, I think you are feeling the termination. Those are stunning picture, thanks."Bob said, as he handed back the phone"So what are the plan for tomorrow ? I'm gratuitous"

Anita smiled, gave the principal of his dick one lowest easy squeeze and withdrew her manus"wellspring office of my plan to be more positive is to do More outdoor stuff, so I had looked at surfing object lesson ; I've never swum in the sea, let alone surfed.

I checked out the breaker schools this afternoon, but was too flighty to account book anything ; the one I liked said they had handiness from 11am tomorrow. They do the suit hire, gameboard and example all in."

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

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

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

"Today has been emotional, so I am happy you were here to shoot the breeze with me, it's been lovely disbursement clock time with my daddy and tomorrow would just be elysian. I assume you are going to take the air me home and then you'll know where to find me ?"

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

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

Bob wasn't for 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 claim her. But he didn't know why, was his desire for some forbidden fruit, or just an available vessel, or to help her, repair her release in a protective bosom, or just a late mid life 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 decent holiday apartment, with one bedroom reasonably sized with lavatory 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 travelling bag.

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

Stood there provocatively framed in the threshold, glasses gone, in black lacing stockings that accentuated her leg length as they sat senior high school up, almost to her genitalia with self-holding top of the inning, hip high black 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 shameful see-through bra, which gave her quite a segmentation, revealing nice pert nipples through the pattern.

"Ahem"Bob cleared his throat, as his member throbbed into life, then to give him time to direct it all in"give us a twirl babe bird"( a full term he would never use with his wife Sue ).

She stepped into the waiting room, raised her arms up above her point clasping her hands together, revealing her knock off armpits, in fact excluding her hair, there was not a single hairsbreadth on the rest of her body as she slowly rotated, exaggerating her hip as her weight shifted from one foot to the other, that Bob could now see were in 4"high shiny fatal heeled shoes.

Her breeches were undefended at the back end, with two straps coming from each hip at the waist, down, lash out each impudence, cupping them, to go away in between her legs to her crotch, showing off her beautifully exposed rounded rear.

Bob let out a low pennywhistle, She looked over her articulatio humeri"pappa ilk ?"

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

Anita smiled and rotated to face him and stepped across the room to him, as if she were on a fashion cat walkway. Her sleeve dropped and her custody reached out to undo his belt, waist clit then zip, pulling his shorts as wide as possible, reached in, she held his penis loosely with one hand and pushed his boxers and boxers down enough to release his throbbing member from its confines.

"dada has been so good to his boodle baby doll, she wants to repay him"she whispered as her lips touched his and softly kissed him. Her hand softly stroked his dick, once released from the osculation ; 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 home. He felt her lips, cool and damp as they landed on the skin at the end of his stiff pecker, wrapping her mouth around his nigga end, gradually sinking her mouth down his jibe, he could feel her tongue warmly licking him inside her rima oris.

Bob gasped, not having had a black eye job since long before Sue. This was unbelievable. He watched and felt her suck, lap and lubricate his dick with her warm spittle, running her oral fissure up and down it, in sentence with her thumb and forefinger masturbating him. He watched her head bobbing up and down on his now wet stiff rod ; he laid his mitt on her head word, enjoying it. She sped up with her free hand, lightly stroking his balls.

Feeling the familiar stab in his egg and shaft of light, he needed to warn her."I can feel I'm going to cum Anita if you continue, but I don't want to waste it. After all that drink I'll barely make one jibe, I want to experience to a greater extent of you"stated Bob, knowing that at this late hour, as potty sot as he was, if he came, it would be game over and there was more for them both to enjoy, he didn't want just a recent night reverse job or hand shandygaff, 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 high-pitched on her heels, and wrapped her script around his dick hard."Come with me big boy"as she led him out, through the hall, to the bedroom using his cock as a tether, holding on tight, walking that cat walk of life ...

Bob could have come then, but was trying unvoiced to believe of anything to appease the steaming volcano in his Lucille Ball ...

The bedchamber was respectable than when she first showed it to him ; she sat on the bed, picked up a prophylactic that was already there, opened it, hung it on the skin clad tip of his erect pole and using her mouth unrolled it on his stiff rotating shaft.

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

Anita picked up a nursing bottle and poured some gel from it onto the stiffly erect fully filled condom"as it is your maiden time, don't be afraid to use lots of lubricating substance, first use your digit 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 shoe planted wide apart on the level, pulling her impertinence apart with her work force to peril her ring that was now calling to Bob. Bob took the bottleful, poured some gel into her nerve crevice and with his fingers guided it to her crocked first ring below.

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

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

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

Bob probed his finger's breadth deeper, starting to bicycle it slowly in and out, taking Anita's gasp and hum as approval. He then pressed a second towards the rim, Anita's crater's muscle star twitched and relaxed, allowing him to enter a indorsement fingerbreadth without too much effort and copied the gyration and pumping.

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

Bob pulled his fingerbreadth slowly out, dropped some more lube on his safe and laid his cock's read/write head at her prey star's opening that was calling him to enter. As he saw her brawn lead relax he pushed, but no portion, so he used some supporting from his hand, guiding and pushing slightly down into her with his finger's breadth, until his read/write head squeezed, entering slowly, then to vanish as it popped in.

Anita gasped,"Ahhh, fill me daddy, deeper in Daddy, your infant chick needs you ”.

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

Bob tried to be as ennoble as possible, not knowing whether he was doing right or incorrectly, for him it was excitingly erotic, it was forbidden fruit. He now knew why mass raved about anal sex ; her rear was a monolithic turn on, just so peachy beneath him as he watched himself sliding in and out. Her underwear just added to the delicacy. It was getting easier, and he was getting into his stride.

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

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

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

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

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

Anita rolled over with a huge grin on her face, removed her bra to release her bouncing pert breasts, led on her back, raised her stocking-clad stage up above her and with an arm under each knee pulled them back, so her human foot, with her blackguard, were either incline of her head, exposing her wiz clad cave as an inviting target area for him to enter again, looking up she asked for more lube.

It transfixed Bob, she was stunning, and her ignominious high heels were a real turn on with the Shirley Temple 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 erotic turn on, being attached to Anita.

He poured some more lube on both him and her star eye blink cavity, but also onto her half flaccid warm sausage balloon, leaning in close, engaging the tip of his stiff rod to her relaxing cavity and pushed. This sentence he just popped straight in, Anita gasped and kept her sass candid, her eye on him.

As he continued to slide in mysterious she nodded in approval, her sass give, gasping. Bob slid in and out, initially slacken 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 level, leaning into her cheek with his push,"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 limp quick sausage between his thumb and index and repeated to stroke her, gently rolling it"oooh yes daddy"Anita approved.

It turned Bob on, exciting this beautiful untried womanhood's cock throbbing into stiffer sprightliness, 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 clock time with pulsating his own dick into her Anita was now grunting rhythmically with each thrust"umph, umph, umph ”, mouth opened, eye begging him to force bass and operose inside her.

Bob could palpate that sensation in his own balls and unfaltering rod he was right on the boundary of coming. He raised the tempo again, now bouncing off her fanny with a resounding slap. He sped up his wanking of Anita to double time on her now fully erect phallus in his tight bag. After year of recitation bob knew that this would experience keen for her.

Anita's centre were almost rolling round the back of her head word in ecstasy, oral fissure open"yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck me daddy."

Then just as Bob thought that was his terminus ad quem, he felt her get it on tunnel muscles grip him tighter, Anita squealed"Fuuuuuuuuck Yeeeeeeesss"as a vast narrow rope of cum spurt from Anita's own tip and she gave a yelp of pleasure"wooooooohh ”, as another vast circle of cum looped in the air. With his thumb and index finger, he squeezed the live drip of cum out of Anita and released his hold on her deflating rod.

This was too practically for Bob, feeling that associate pressure surging from his chunk, watching her chest saltation, seeing her orgasmic pleasure proven by her released cum all on her belly and breasts was too much, he released his own volcano into her, driving his member oceanic abyss into her and feeling its release and it was his turn of events to vocalise his delight"yeeeeahhhhhhhhhaaa ”.

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

Just as he was about to just strip the safety off, Anita's sat up, her hands came over and slipped it off for him, not losing a cliff, inverted it and squeezed his cum out, running her fingers from the tit to open-end, pouring it into her open back talk, licking her backtalk grinning.

Bob was aghast but also massively turned on, leaning forward and Daniel Chester French kissed her, tasting his own cum whilst at the same time disgusted with himself, not believing he was enjoying this, as it went against every lusty male cell in his soundbox. Now not bothered about the value orientation or the taste perception of cum, he lapped with his tongue at her cum all over her breasts and tum, having to swallow it down.

Anita wrapped her loose stage behind him and pulled him over onto her, causing them to diminish onto the bed, the pair 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 nighttime, 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 passion I have to go, there is only so a great deal I can explain to the wife ”, he grabbed his gear mechanism, returned to snog 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 lad on a stag do, that got him into a froth club political party, so he could excuse the after hr and the shower with his clothes on, washing away any cum stains.

To Be Continued *******