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In the morning Bob convinced his married woman he was getting out early to fill up with the"lads ”, for a surf deterrent example ( a example that oddly none would make except for this one lovely young peeress ... ). Thankfully, as normal for the second day of a migraine, she was still suffering, and she planned to stay in bed with curtains drawn.

Bob made his way across town, all night he thought of Anita and struggled with his inner sexual indistinguishability. If someone had told him two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. ago what he did final nighttime, as an archetypal red-blooded male, he wouldn't have believed it. But he did it and surprisingly he had wanted to and loved it. She reminded him of what it was like to be young ; he also felt a warm paternal protective inherent aptitude over her. Was this his midlife crisis ? Oddly, as she had a tool of her own, he didn't feel he was betraying his wife or cheated on her.

He arrived early at her door at 8:30am to surprise her, plus he just couldn't wait. He knocked and after a abbreviated delay he heard a squeal of joy from the inside. The door opened with Anita's head peering around it with a beaming smile, hiding her body behind the half-open door.

"Bob, I worried that you would not come back and I would be all on my own again"she said with a beaming grin"and it's outstanding that you have come early, come in ”. Bob squeezed passed the door into the G. Stanley Hall. He turned to see her closing the threshold, naked in the hall, she turned and there she was in all her halo, boobs pert and pecker dangling.

She was used to flings, barely even one-night stand, being bent over and rammed from behind in car parking lot, parking area, pub booths, often nameless trunk passing fleetingly. Whether just a hazard get together, as section of gang blast, Quaker of friend brought over, never bothering to learn their names, rarely even getting to eff them. She didn't have any long-term friends so she was used to living in the moment, without any rue, enjoying what was in front of her at that finical sentence and grok it with both arms. To subsist for those evanesce here and now of thinking someone cared, pretending to love and protect her but gone in the blink of an eye.

Anita was ecstatic to see Bob back this morning, Bob was unlike and here he was, she had spent the night missing his warmheartedness, his smile and gentle disposition, she really felt he cared. Unlike yesterday, today she can have him all day, his warm kind face, like the paternal father she never had, like her big crony and a devotee.

She ran the few measure to Bob, jumped up and wrapped herself around him with her arms and legs, kissing him on the lip and cheeks.

"It's so undecomposed to see you, I thought it was too good to be rightful and you wouldn't semen"she whispered in his ear and then she nibbled it. Although not dense at all with her lose weight build, she dropped back down onto her feet then held Bob's script to direct him to the lavatory"I was about to take a shower, but now you can join me, throw your material in the hall ”.

He dropped his day dismissal with gear wheel in the hallway as she stripped his T-shirt off over his head and promptly unmake his belt. Soon he was also naked and his short pants, T-shirt and swimming trunks were on the hallway storey. Both his turmoil and his member were growing as he watched her naked physical structure's every motility. Her small hobble cock wiggling almost hypnotized Bob, finding it strange to be turned on by watching what should be taboo for a heterosexual man.

Bob walked into the bathroom and ran the shower, standing vindicated of the initial cold body of water, waiting for it to warm. Anita jogged into view with tit and blimp swaying, holding a condom in one helping hand and lube in the former"we'll need these"as she put the lube onto the shower's goop shelf and kept the safety packet in her one hand.

She stepped up to espouse him with a immense candy kiss. It excited Bob to finger her raw boob and torso against his, even her tender sluttish niggling blimp, brushing against his body, teasing the al-Qaeda of his erect shaft and dangling globe. He grabbed her fuddled posterior, pulling her tightly in close.

Anita's one hired man gripped Bob's putz and tightly stroked it"I need you good and hard for this shower"she smiled wickedly. She then dropped onto one articulatio genus, looking at his erect rod, bent grass it down and once again she opened the condom swiftly and Anita's mouth applied it. She stood, turned to quiz the water with her handwriting and adjusted it slightly.

She then leaned against the exhibitioner head wall thrusting her rear backwards ; legs spread wide-eyed apart inviting Bob to enter her. Bob ran his heart finger down her thorn until he reached her twinkling star rimmed ingress, she shuddered ; he applied the gel lube and slid his finger in, sliding it in soft than last Night

"Mmmmm oh that is nice, you've learnt quickly"whispered Anita.

He added a moment, just lightly rotating. She was piano and warm ; seeing the water supply running down her hair and back, trickling either slope of her pelvic arch, bum cleft and her farseeing peg, was sensuous. He needed to be inside her once more and his peter was throbbing.

He slowly pulled his fingers out, Anita wiggled her rear, enticing him, he applied some more lubricate to his condom wrapped stiff flag pole and engaged his tip to her little love cave and when he saw her star relax, he gently pushed with his articulatio coxae and his cock slipped in.

"OOoooohhhhh yeeeessss, that's it"Anita almost purred as she pushed her bum further back onto him.

His handwriting caught her hip, and they began slowly driving into each other and separating back, connected only by Bob's flag pole. Bob's gumshoe was not massive, but inside her she was tight around him. She waggled her shoulders and bum slightly, which transferred to Bob.

Bob found by lowering slightly and driving upwards he got a slightly smoother private road into her and her response seemed to be favorable reception. He in this position could up the pacing, with Anita gasping"Oh, oh, oh, oh"in metre with each driving, he was now starting to resile off her, with each of his drives forward being matched by her driving her ass back.

Bob reached around with one script and felt her almost firmly cock and wanked her. With a lifetime's experience of this, he knew his proficiency was honest being rewarded by it growing in stiffness.

Anita slapped her hands on the bulwark"Yes, fuck your little baby bird pappa, she's been bad"

"No, she's been good, daddy needs to repay her"Bob responded as he tightened his suitcase and tug on her now hard cock."Is that rewarding ?"

"Yes, yes, yes daddy, I must be suuuuuuch a beneficial girl, oh, oh, oh"said Anita, her articulation revealing she was nearing climax.

Then he felt her stopcock pulsation and she let out a huge gasping"arghhhhh"as she came, he milked the tip of her beam of light, squeezing the juice out of her, Bob being turned on by feeling her warm cum on his hand proving he had satisfied her.

edifice his own climax up, he looked down to see himself punt into this beautiful creatures arse, feeling his lust for the yield of this taboo and knowing she was done, he just had to release his own pressurised orgasm. Bob just beat back forward onto her cheeks and released his erupting load, holding his shaft hard in, until it began deflating to then retreat from her.

As soon as he was out, Anita turned around and sucked her cum off his wanking script, her face beaming. She slipped his condom off and again, running her fingers along from tip to open-end, poured what cum he had into her mouth, holding it on her knife, Bob grabbed her and they kissed, open-mouthed so Bob could taste both his & her cum.

Bob pushed her against the side wall, his limp dick against hers, her breasts on his chest, both kissing and holding each other, her helping hand grabbing his fundament pulling him into her.

Bob pulled back and got some shower gel and applied some to Anita's hair's-breadth, shoulders, coxa and a new spurt on her tool and lump. Being out of the shower watercourse, she soaped up quickly, laughing.

She reciprocated by lathering Bob up, washing his cock. She bent over for him to wash her bum, teasing and tickling her wet relaxed ring.

Bob couldn't believe how sensuous this was as they rinsed off, grabbed towels as they switched off the shower and exited.

They dried themselves and each other, laughing, smiling. Anita stepped to near the door where the hair dryer was. She stood there naked, boobs and hawkshaw swaying as she ruffled her finger's breadth through her hairsbreadth to dry it. She spellbound Bob with her dish. She then wound her hair up into a bun and fixed it there.

Bob put his swimming trunks back on, trunks, sandals and T-shirt as Anita popped in the sleeping room and returned in a frail purpleness one-piece swimsuit, no camel toe, but no dick apparent either, she waggled her hips smiling for approving.

As soon as he had nodded and returned her smiling, she slipped on a pull up short pleated orange chick and jibe white plunging vest type T-shirt, showing her cleavage. Bob was again spell-bound ; she looked gorgeous with her hair up.

"I think we need breakfast little one"said Bob gathering up his day poke and dark glasses. Looking into the bedroom, Anita was gathering up a towel, sunglasses, hat & sun cream, then waved her purse, and they walked to the door.

Just before opening the threshold, Anita turned bob around to French kiss him lovingly"last candy kiss, as it won't look near in public for daddy and daughter to be kissing like that ”.

They found a nice café and ordered a unclouded breakfast. Chatting lightly in the sun then walked down the beach to find the surf school.

Bob couldn't believe the looks Anita was getting from people as they passed. With his centre hidden behind his dark glasses he could see she was being appreciated by men and by the odd woman.

At the Surf shoal they were given cabinet to use, sized up for boards & wet suits, met an instructor and signed some phase. Initially they had some instruction on the sand on the beach, then just in the shallows, gradually getting deeper and larger waves.

Outwardly they were just father and daughter enjoying aliveness, laughing, chatting, but Bob was enjoying every minute of being with this beautiful woman that he was having sex with, whilst continuing his paternal concern for her. This was his summer romance with kinky bells and pennywhistle on, but tomorrow his wife would be better and it will all have to change.

Throughout the day Bob could see how timid and unconfident Anita was, even for mildly unproblematic adventures as jumping wave, then diving through grown ones, even though she could float well, he realised what she had previously meant, although with encouragement she got braver as the day wore on.

Anita loved being with a confident male person, definitely the father or big pal she never had. His presence made her confident, even when terrified, his approving look and nod and his sarcastic gag that broke the ice when she wasn't sure.

They had stopped for a few suspension with the instructor, for catch ups and rewrite, who was very patient role, giving them both speck and tips, explaining how lunar time period affect the surf and what to wait for to catch the best waves.

They were soon in abstruse piss, sat on circuit card, waiting for waves. The instructor had moved onto other form but was monitoring them, as they had paid for a to the full day's rental after the initial two-hour lesson.

Bobbing on the sea together chatting, not too far from shoring, a few times they held manpower, once when floating tread watering next to their boards, Anita dove under water and nibbled Bob's dick through his wet suit.

Finally, they were both surfed out, so they called it a day, walked back up the beach handed in their hired power train, showered in the spread beach faucet's, Bob hoped they had changing rooms so they could contribution but they just had petite carrell. So they quickly changed and headed back to a beach bar for a beer and food.

They sat in the sun in the bar, chatting whilst feeding and drunkenness, Bob was so pleased that Anita felt so relaxed with him and that she was getting admiring smell from male and distaff passersby. She was still on a gamey, talking through and repeating each niggling dangerous undertaking, every tike mishap, teasing Bob over his own mishaps. Bob loved listening and chirping in, laughing. She was brilliant society, if only he could have met her 30 years ago.

By late afternoon, after a nice burger, beer and ice cream to finish, Anita leaned over and whispered,"If daddy is ready, how would he like to yield to the straight to serve his daughter ?"Bob was both shocked and excited. They paid the bank bill and walked back.

Upon entering the vacation flat, Bob dropped his day-sack and Anita scampered to the sleeping room"pop the kettle on Bob"she shouted. So Bob returned to the sofa and kitchenette to sate the kettle, wondering how she would appear tonight.

He poured the tea and sat on the sofa, just as Anita appeared naked carrying the bottle of lube, he watched her walk across to him, breasts and dick swaying"daddy, I've been bad and I need to be spanked"she smiled..

"No Anita, we've had a wonderful day, and you have been terrific, in fact you have been so endure today, it's been keen fun, daddy is majestic of his sugar baby doll and wants to reward her"he said"but she needs to tell him how she wants her payoff ”.

She knelt down, placed the lubricant next to Bob and lowered herself across his lap, face down, seat face veneer upwards"I want to be spanked, so my cheeks lambency ”.

Bob, was now not nearly as storm by her asking as he would have been a few days ago, so with the flat of his hands he slapped her one cheek, which wobbled in response, then again on the other"a niggling harder, I want nice fortunate impertinence papa ”.

So he obliged, slightly harder, trying not to bruise, but she didn't seem too bothered, so he increased the intensity, giving a resounding smacking upon impact, Bob again was surprised he was enjoying this ; his rooster was rising with his blood.

Anita was now gasping at each strike, and her face were reddening. Being dextrorotary, Bob kept the smacking up with his decent mitt whilst his left dropped and felt for her one breast, found her teat was blotto and erect, so he tweaked it hard between his thumb and forefinger, hearing Anita gasp.

He felt a skirmish on his leg, realising that Anita was growing too, he squeezed his bridge player between her thighs and held onto her rooster, stroking her balls with his thumb he gave a twosome of tugs on her growing member. As he felt her stiffen, he released to reelect to spanking her again, to return to teasing her shaft, alternating between the two.

He synchronized each slap with each pinch or a tease of her teat and she responded with a pant but no requests to block off, even with her impudence now glowing brightly.

He couldn't go further, he didn't want to hurt her, but he knew another way to excite her, so he leaned forward and kissed each cheek whilst stroking her one nipple softly.

Then he dribbled lube directly onto her sensation ringed cave and take in it twitch and Anita flinch with the touch of the inhuman gel. Bob stroked her mavin with his fingerbreadth, teasing around it then as soon as it relaxed he inserted his finger, popping it in, then out, slowly repeatedly. Anita flexed with each insertion and gasped,"oh, oh, oh"with pleasure.

Bob then pushed a secondment finger in, rotating the two whilst driving them in and out. He bent over and kissed her cheeks, to which she responded with"Mmmmmm ”. Whilst close to her pleasure closed chain, Bob felt drawn in he wanted to crossbreed another tabu threshold before the day was out, he extended his tongue and licked her star musculus rim teasing it around his impregnated fingers, Anita squirmed in pleasure and exhaled an"oooooh that's lovely ”.

Then with his own dick throbbing he wanted to give her Sir Thomas More, to satisfy her before he was, to hear her moan with pleasure, he withdrew his fingers and commanded"stand up Anita ”. She raised herself up, kissing him and stood up just away from him, looking down, with Bob grade with her sausage at half-staff and throbbing.

Bob thought, it's now or never. Tomorrow it could all be unlike and he may rue never having experienced this with this beautiful, sexy, alien fair sex. The opportunity was there for him, like it or loath it he wanted to. Ignoring his straight male person programming, he wanted to sweep this Major threshold of taboo.

He grabbed her by her cheeks and pulled her forwards ; he opened his sassing and with his lips gathered her warm up throb sausage into his mouth, wrapped his lips around it and sucked until it filled his sass, his lips touching her hairless torso and ball pocket at the base.

Anita responded with a huge"wooowww ... just like that, oh daddy, suck me"

Initially he was shy, worried he would smack piss, but she tasted of sea saltiness and a little deodorant but cipher bad. He sucked her growing shaft between the roof of his oral cavity and his tongue, sucking on it between the two, it was getting bigger. This substantial heterosexual person taboo line was well and truly frustrate, Bob found it turning him on, ` how could he be finding this so stimulate'he thought shockingly. He was enjoying this forestall fruit.

Anita's hands were on his caput, stroking his hair as Bob pulled back, so her fiddling nigger was just inside his lips and licked around it. Her hands then pulled him inwards, driving her now stiffened rod into him. He sucked and her hammer hit his purge trigger palatine tonsil and he gagged, coughing saliva and strangely enjoyed it.

He pulled his headspring back until once again only the swaged lip on the head of her cock was in his sassing, he teasingly licked and sucked at her tip, then her deal pulled him back onto her again, her shaft drove to the back of his mouth, now quick for it he could hold the gag reflex.

Anita's cock was now hard, thankfully not too long, but bigger than his rima oris the way it was hitting the vertebral column of his throat. He didn't head ; he was enjoying hearing her moan and gasp in pleasure. His spittle lubricating her shaft, so he bobbed his own point along her now intemperately shaft.

Bob gripped her brass, remembering she had sizable lube, he pulled her cheek apart and worked a finger around, teased the rim of her small dearest cave and then engaged and entered in sentence with a thrust of his head teacher to plunge her little shaft into him.

Anita squealed in pleasure"that is sooooo fucking practiced Bob, suck my putz papa, go down on me"as her hands encouraged him to sink her dick oceanic abyss into his mouth, whilst suction and squeezing it with his spit, his finger probing into her rear, the pacing of the pumping bicycle was getting faster.

Bob was now vigorous question bobbing, so he added a second finger to Anita's anus and that was it,"Wwwooooooowww Yeeeessss"Anita squealed as a gustatory sensation of salty succus indicated what must be pre-cum in his backtalk as her prick withdrew over his tongue and as he trapped her swaged nigga end inside his mouth a hot shot of cum bicker out into the back of his throat and she thrust him deep onto her cock as another jet came out.

Anita squealed in delight"OOOooooo BBBobbbbb ”, Bob gagged with his mouth full of dick and cum down his pharynx, he swallowed some salty fluid and pulled half way back still sucking, to get some pressure off his tonsils, licking her now slippery hose and leave her foresightful slow strokes, feeling her relax and deflate.

Anita's bridge player pulled him up upwards by the hair's-breadth. He released his fingerbreadth from her anus and let her half limp hosiery flop out of his lips as he stood. As soon as they were stage, she plunged her tongue into his mouth and kissed him passionately and hugged him hard.

"Oy Myyy GGggooodddd Bob, you give swell capitulum that was just about the comfortably blow job ever"Anita finally confirmed"I wish I could throw lasted longer but your fingers just POW set me off. You are the just daddy any daughter could ever have"as she returned to kissing him, enjoying tasting her own cum in his mouth.

Bob was relieved she didn't terminal any longer, but was at low shocked and disgusted at the taboo he had broken, felt he should be ashamed but then surprised and elated that he had sucked her shaft, the one attached to this beautiful, funny story person and he had amply satisfied a highly sexually experienced erotic body.

Not just that but he had enjoyed it, he had been turned on by it ; he wanted it ; he wasn't trusted whether it was her climactic sexual climax or how huge a pile it was to enjoy this proscribed fruit, or a mix of both. He was beyond caring ; he was euphoric.

Now his own prick was bursting at the seams and begging for satisfaction and his nut for spillage. Anita ‘ s hands fought to reave him of his T-shirt and short, almost tearing his boxers off. Once his cock was exposed, she dropped and plunged her mouth onto it, giving it several quickly thrusts before releasing it.

She stood up and once again grabbed him and led him to the bedroom with his dick, he had to do a nimble dancing to release his feet from his shorts without falling over,"It's time for daughter to allow daddy his pleasure, now she is fulfill"Anita promised.

In the sleeping accommodation she immediately slipped on a condom on him, climbed onto the bed, on her articulatio genus and script on the bed, presenting her round boldness to him"Come inside me again ”.

Bob almost jumped on the bed, on his knee joint and brought his engorged member up to her introduction and horde in. She was as tight and affectionate as he remembered, Anita squealed in delight and a little pain.

Bob started pounding her arse punishing, his hand on her pelvis, bouncing off her bum with a smacking and gasp from her, she was gripping him with her muscleman, making her a tighter fit as he pulled back to withdraw, relaxing to still his dip forward.

Bob's stifle slipped, dropping all his weight on her, which caused her to hang flat on the bed"Don't plosive speech sound daddy, remain inside ”.

Anita was flat on the bed now, Bob led on top. She widened her legs to ease things, but Bob was loving feeling her arse boldness pressing on the superlative of his thighs. Resting on her back, he put his weight on his cubitus, slid his custody under her to observe her breast to stroke and pick off her nipples.

Raising his genu off the bed, balancing on his toes, he restarted pumping into her hind end, she felt so right. This was completely unlike to his wife's pussy ; Anita was again tense up and relaxing her muscularity in time with his thrusts.

Her head turned sideways, so he could buss her cheek and nuzzle her hair and cervix ; she was gasping with his thrusts and giving lightly squeals of delectation as he twisted her nipples.

Bob was in sensual overload, pumping faster, hearing a cacophony of Anita's voice and pelt on pelt slaps whilst feeling her subdued flesh outside and her pulsating muscle inside, he felt his testicle twitch with his own sexual climax rising, then his shot muscle twitch and he exploded into the condom again, holding the thrust and wiggling his shank into her tush, staying to empty his clump, holding there for a short interruption then relaxed.

He withdrew and rolled onto his back, alongside Anita, who slid sideways onto him, kissing him"you are such a stallion daddy ; I am one lucky sugar dame ”.

She again removed his condom and squeezed his cum into her mouth, then returned to Bob to kiss. They wrapped around each former, cuddling, kissing and stroking. It was strangely exciting for Bob to feel her little warm limp hose against him.

He got up to make a cup of tea, returned to find Anita curled up under the duvet, with it still early eventide, they still had a lot of fourth dimension before Bob would take to make his apologies and leave alone, he felt a pang of disappointment at the personnel casualty of this erotic holiday Latinian language replete of forestall fruit and break in taboos.

So as they sat in bed, sipping tea, Bob explained that his married woman would be more than likely comfortably tomorrow and so whilst they could still surf and do other matter together, under the guise of his original story, as just accidental friends, he couldn't risk 30 days of marriage.

Anita responded"I know, it was the most tremendous matter, I have never felt so ending to anyone or felt so rewarded in return by a gentle, kind, funny man, I know this has taken a great leap of organized religion from yourself, being an old unbent fart"Anita giggled.

"Don't worry, you won't be the first married man to leave me to run back to his wife, but you are the first to have a holiday romance with me, the first I really manage for and the for the first time that I want to see again. I can't ask you to give that up, nor peril you losing it, if we meet I will be thrifty with anything I say, I would like to persist in touch as this has been such a Revelation of Saint John the Divine for me, delight can we remain friends ?"Anita asked.

"I would like that, as far as Sue is concerned we met as breaker buddies by accident, if you meet her tomorrow I know she will like you, she always wanted a girl after our son, but unfortunately sons run in both our kin, so we stuck to one. Lets swap phone numbers then if I can't meet you for 9 in the break of the day for another surf object lesson I can let you have a go at it - plus you can plowshare your late photos with me, please ?"

Tea cups set aside, they swapped numbers, curled up, kissed and cuddled and dozed.

Bob came round dozily, feeling Anita's mitt stroking his swelling blimp, as it responded to his waking from slumber."Sorry I didn't mean to ignite you Bob, it is just so courteous to lie with someone so handle and gentle. If this is what a genuine family relationship is like, then I definitely want one now, my group sex cum bucket days are over."Anita stated as she gently worked her lenient hand on his now enlarging shaft.

Anita leaned over to buss him, continuing to masturbate his throbbing and growing scape corpse. Once pie-eyed Anita dropped her head and began sucking his flag celestial pole that pointing to the roof. She pulled up then he felt a little tickle on the end of his spear and her mouth wrap down again–she had loaded him with another condom !

"Top fille, you cheeky fiddle,"chuckled Bob.

She led on top, stage straddling him and kissed him and with a unholy smile said"well, I couldn't miss one Sir Thomas More opportunity for daddy to fuck me ”. Pecked a kiss on his lips and sat up, he could feel her dampness from early on his torso.

She raised herself up, change backwards, squatting just over his flagpole. He felt her fingers guide her onto the tip and hung there for a light while, as she got into a comfortable position. She then slowly slid down his irradiation,"Mmmmmm ”. Once again her nasty love cave slid on Bob's ray of light until her buttocks bottomed out on him"How does that feel ?"

"Oh, bloody marvelous you gorgeous young woman you"Bob said looking up at her, her tomentum flowing down her shoulder joint over her tit and there resting on his grim paunch was her limp little sausage again. Bob was feeling More at ease seeing it, being aroused, excited and attracted by it and her shrunk little orchis firing and the vision sat on him. Bob thanked god it wasn't 8 inches with a shopping bag dangling with two huge oranges in it.

Anita rocked back and Forth River, Bob could feel him sliding inside her and she beamed with pleasure at the entitle rocking.

Bob couldn't resist, his one script quietly stroked and fondled her breasts and his former twiddled her limp blimp, teasing it back into life sentence, still slimy from her earlier orgasm, he enjoyed feeling the stock pumping back into it as she rocked on his own shaft.

As her shaft filled, he changed his treatment of it, he was now lightly stroking it, pulling the skin forwards and backwards until it was stiff, so he wrapped his hand on it tightly, pushing and pulling in clock time with her grinding their hips. Anita let out a whispered"mmmmMMMmm"with her head tilted back, her fuzz falling off her shoulder to lash out behind her, her eyelids half-closed as she focused on the pleasure of their strong-arm contact.

Bob felt her love tunnel heftiness tighten, and she rose up, then down slowly on his flagpole. This was lovely as he matched her beat on her own now inflexible beam, hoping to see her push through again.

She was now quietly gasping with each deep intromission into her"oh, oh, oh, oh"rising herself higher but making indisputable Bob's tip always remained inside her. She reached her arms behind her, rested her hands on Bob's knees so she could support her exercising weight as she increased her tempo. Her hair waved freely behind her."Umph, umph, umph, umph"she grunted as her nerve slapped onto Bob's soften crotch.

Bob dropped her slam out of his hands to fondle both of her flattened breasts and it landed on his lower belly with a slap repeatedly in unison with each landing place. This excited him, having a cock slapping on him, whilst he fucked her up the posterior. Breaking all those heterosexual taboo again but it he no longer cared, he had now scrapped his manlike heterosexual programming looking up at this wonderful cleaning lady and was now excited with renewed get-up-and-go and adrenalin pumping through him.

As Anita dropped herself once more, Bob raised his pelvis up, the two met in the midriff, Bob grunted and Anita squealed, Bob felt her tunnel muscles grip him, then relax as they separated, then tighten as they pounded together again with the two-base hit slap.

The two of them repeatedly pounded their hips together, Bob was grabbing her hips, wanting to see her knocker bounce in unison with her shaft bounciness and slap on his stomach whilst feeling her tight stroke as they met, then rise secernate and repetition and repetition and repeat. He felt that thrill in his rigid flag pole with his orgasm climaxing, he wanted to pleasure this wonderful woman but couldn't hold back, at their side by side fight he held onto her, releasing into her, grinding her"AAaarrrrgggghhhhh oh Anita"he exclaimed.

But she hadn't cum, he hadn't satisfied her ; he was frustrated with himself, disappointed, gutted ; he wanted to see her cum ; he needed her to cum to essay his manhood, that he could gratify her. In desperation he withdrew his relaxing member, lifted her up whilst he slid down the bed, for her to sit highschool onto his chest and with one handwriting masturbated her into his mouth. Holding her short stave, wanking her fast and hard, whilst defeat and sucking on her tip.

Anita exclaimed, her voice rising with each word"Bob, Oh Bob, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming ”. Bob released his grip, grabbed her waistline and pulled her higher up his pectus, with his sass open so her corpse spear entered inside and he closed his lips tightly and sucked hard.

Anita fell forwards over his capitulum holding onto the headboard of the bed but thrust her hips into his boldness, pulling up, just enough to keep her inside his mouth, then driving back down, fucking his face. Anita grabbed and screamed into a pillow"Aaaaaaaaaa"and Bob felt the pulse of her rod then a spurt of salty cum in his oral fissure, he gripped her buttocks and held her tight onto his human face, sucking hard as a second blob of cum entered his mouthpiece. He sucked her to her endure drop curtain and then as her irradiation deflated, he released her.

Anita rolled off of Bob, who climbed up the bed, to lie alongside her and they kissed passionately"fucking hell Bob, for one old breaking wind you can get down and soil, you are the best ”, she kissed him with a loaded hug then dropped down and removed his condom, once again drinking his cum out of it.

She snuggled up one-half on him, lying on his left hand side, head word on his shoulder, kissing him. Bob wrapped his left arm around her, stroking her vertebral column, tactile sensation shocked. Has he really just been face fucked by a woman with a prick and not only enjoyed it but he instigated it ! Slowly he drifted off to sleep, listening to her breathing.

Bob's alarm rang at 10pm and they had one last foresightful lingering kiss and he got dressed, gathered his geared wheel and headed out, back to Sue, his wife, signaling the end of their holiday romance ...

To Be Continued *******