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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 twelvemonth of married couple there isn't that pressure to perform, or even try to affect or obtain results from new kinship.

This sureness of his age had brought Bob to this tawdry busy beach side pop up bar, plus it gave a bang-up view across the beach. He had chosen a subdued ordure position to sit alone high up at a shoal table windowpane cill, on the short side of the ` L'shaped inside bar. This sentiment included the mathematical group of millennials partying on the gallery below. So whilst up out of the noise, hustle and bustle he could still crowd watch, soaking up their atmosphere whilst also quietly sip a beer, check mark e-mail, schoolbook and font Quran mail on his old smart headphone.

Bob was quietly enjoying himself. There were still surfers out in the waving, families on the beach for a late paseo and dog Walker. He could work out the top dog drinkers, players, dancers and romancers in the lads drinking below, plus the girls, all exhibiting traits he and his mates all had seen and experienced in the past.

Slightly jealous of the young 20'something lads, maybe a little salvage, no longer having the pressures of performing to impress mates or to court of law girls, although unlike them Bob had never had a real vacation Romance in all his 55 years, he lamented.

A woman brushed passed behind him to squeeze into the even more isolated touch in the corner, against the paries on his left. Bob looked rhythm to smile. She was a decent melt off frame, wore a decent close fitting black T-shirt, with a poor yellow platted summer skirt suspension over a nice tight bum.

She rested her indulgent drink and mobile phone down on the far end of the windowpane cill, propping herself on the last stool. She avoided any eye tangency, her red hair with purple gloss highlights draped over black-rimmed deoxyephedrine, hiding her eyes. Once settled, she didn't really bet up at the conniption, just looked down and scrolled through her phone screen.

She appeared to be in her ahead of time twenties, her pert knocker not overly turgid but nice, trying to burst their way out of her wet T-shirt. Bob would have liked to take in guessed their size, but he didn't even bonk his wife's bra size of it, so had no gauge to compare them against.

Bob's care returned to his boozing, the vista and a tall blond who had just appeared into perspective, walking her minuscule dog down the road to the beach. She was wearing those long gym pants that showed off a pert couplet of buttocks and lovely athletic legs.

After a short while, Bob heard a stifled sob to his left. He glanced across to affirm it was the woman sat in the corner. At first he ignored it, as she obviously didn't want touch. But by the third gear stifled guggle sob, he thought he should ; she was obviously upset.

She now had her foreland in her manpower, murmuring to herself, in a tranquillise rustle that Bob couldn't hear. Her feel was anger towards herself. He caught the odd"Why ..."and"again."

"Hi, I'm Bob, are you ok ? Lovely weather we're having"Bob just couldn't resist trying to improve his evening with a slight promiscuous conversation with a Danton True Young womanhood and hopefully improve hers.

As a young man Bob couldn't lecture to pretty daughter, his tongue would just get in the way ; he could barely ejaculate out a few words in fear, let alone a full time. Now at his age he just had to think and words just tumbled out.

She turned with a scolding feeling, her breasts swung slightly, showing she was bra-less. Bob tried to maintain his center upwards on her cheek ; he could just see her eyes burning through her over hanging fringe.

Her glasses that were the case you expect instructor or white lab pelage wearing scientists in war paint adverts to put on. They were propped up on a lovely button nose, with poke and cheek speckled with lentigo that confirmed she was a genuine red head.

Anita was used to being pestered and usually she enjoyed the attending, although tonight was the elision as she wanted to be left alone. But she was also used to living in the bit, taking what was in front of her as she didn't have any real long-term protagonist. So she was used to adapting to new friendships, just like switching video distribution channel, to chase the next relationship fix, no matter how shallow or superfluous.

Her temperament changed and relaxed as soon as she caught passel of him, Bob seemed that perfect safe non-threatening communication channel surf to pause on and see if the plan was Charles Frederick Worth watching.

Bob interpreted that softening in her glare as an chance to go on."Sorry, that was my best chat up seam, if you want to peach, felicitous to. You don't have to distinguish me your worry, but with me being a unknown I will be none the wiser and you will know your secrets will be safe with me. Or we could just gossip about Mr. Red Shirt down there, that is obviously mad about his in force teammate Mr. Liverpool shirt and not his girl friend ?"Bob persevered.

She blurted out a stifled 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 start again, Hi I'm Bob"

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

She held her manus out, and they lightly shook. She had soft cool handwriting compared to Bob's big rough builder's hands. She even smiled Bob thought she was a lovely 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 opportunity. Obviously he would rather ravage Mr. Liverpool shirt before fille yellow dress."explained Bob.

Anita stifled a sniff and laughed lightly."You must be a relationship expert"she sarcastically quipped.

"That I am, splendid with other masses's relationship, 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 luck to let the cat out of the bag to some cover girl wench 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 metrical unit under the patio back home, no that's the ex."Bob joked, hoping to lighten the conversation.

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

"So, do you want to sing about your bad news program ?"Bob pressed.

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

Bob laughed and she blushed and explained ...

"My late failure of a long production line of failures, I thought this was it after several calendar month and for once I had a human relationship, individual who loved me for what I am, but she arranged for her ex-boyfriend to just happen to be here with his match and tried to get me involved, I kicked her out of the vacation savorless 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 ignorant of modern sex he was still shocked to happen such a beauty as this to be a Lesbian. Not his archetypical photograph 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 middle,"she smiled, wondering if she could cod the musician in Bob out into the open, to expose any hidden desires and possibly interchange the course of the eve, she then whispered,"but I do love a good stiff cock,"giving Bob a wry smile.

Now it was Bob's turn to blush, although after a life of mixing with extrovert bikers, this input wasn't untoward nor out of quality for some of his protagonist. But it stirred his own gumshoe, with just the thought of it.

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

Bob had nearly finished his boozing, drained it and lifted the evacuate chalk to offer"would you like one ?"

"I wasn't going to"she raised her flabby potable 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 barman's attention and ordered. Whilst waiting he looked back at Anita, jeez she was lovely, her hair flowed nicely down her berm. He was delight to see she was trying to sort out herself out, purse open and playing with makeup and checking herself out in a powder compact mirror, so hopefully she was feeling a little better about herself.

Anita thought she would stay and spill, Bob wasn't the first-class honours degree married man to engage with her. She could wait and see how longsighted it would be before he tried to grope her in the recess or suggest a knee trembler in the car park. It was her best option for amusement at the consequence.

Although he was overnice and being sweet to her, with a genuine interest in her, her comment on liking stiff prick hadn't alteration his tack of conversation, nor had he turned into a creepy, groping maniac, so she decided to remain on this particular pleasant television channel surfed TV station.

Bob returned and placed the drinks down, closer together, so he could pull his crapper finisher to her. The sun was very low on the skyline and even with the bar fairy lights on, they were in a twilit glow.

Bob looked down at the verandah again"Anita, forget the ex, there are plenty more fish in the sea, Miss Yellow wearing apparel may take care for a shoulder 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 light, surely even when you were Edward Young it wasn't easy to pull, even as a snatch like you ?"replied Anita smiling.

"No you are right, 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, chat rooms, singles dating apps that will get you in mite with other the great unwashed looking for the same."Said Bob, hoping he wasn't losing her by showing the generation gap.

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

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

"What you need is a fresh beginning to care yourself, and someone will like you too, that is what Sue used to evidence her friends,"Bob said, trying to sound as kindly as possible.

Bob and Anita continued to get on famously as the evening wore on, their conversation covering a wide reach of topics. She enjoyed being with a father figure that she never had, and he enjoyed her attending. They shared a common sense of sense of humor despite the generation gap.

Anita giggled as she finished her gin"come on Bob drink up I'll buy this sentence, so you won't feel insecure. Do you fancy some dig ; I'll mix and mates if you don't know what you like ?"

She stood up ; Bob nodded and finished his dry pint, turning so he could take in her pass away. A few whole step down the bar she turned to beguile 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 shape, her hip and wench swaying with each stride. Bob lamented his previous age, if only he was unseasoned and she found him attractive.

She returned with a tray of 6 injection 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 cheap fairy lights they were in the shadows, the music had crept up louder, people were coming and going off to clubs.

Bob and Anita chatted on whilst Bob pointing out aphrodisiacal ladies or what he thought may be hunky men as they passed, often with Anita making ignitor comic appreciative"Phworrr"noise, 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 hugging terms, gradually increasing with frequency, as they sipped their way through the guess, as they giggled at their own sarcastic jape, often at early people's disbursement.

"Now come on Anita, anyone of these clubbers would jazz a pretty, gorgeous matter like you to be their girlfriend, isn't your gay radar ringing at all this even"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 body, especially with those freckles,"defended Bob grinning at her.

Anita couldn't believe her luck he really was so genuinely good, 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 single. His patriarchal concern and conversation made her feel the emptiness of that relationship she never had. Strangely, she wanted to share her secret with him, to gain his favourable reception and paternal support.

Anita leaned closer and her one hand lightly took Bob's left paw and drew it down between her ramification, under her skirt to her crotch, Bob felt her hand violin with her underwear and then a little limp tender cocktail blimp like member dropped into his fingers.

She looked at him, eyebrow 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 shaft, let alone a beautiful woman with a limp cocktail sausage balloon. Not knowing what to do, curiosity took hold, and he started twiddling his fingerbreadth around the humble 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 answer, but he didn't know what to say.

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

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

The warm limp short sausage continued to originate and satiate with lineage. He could soon roll his hired hand around it and just lightly shove it, as he continued to stroke it.

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

"hem, Well I never expected that"said Bob as he now released his cargo area on her and withdrew his hand"I can see how that constitutes excess baggage - Not that it is bad, but I think I understand your quandary now."

Bob went on,"So for an old fart, what is the right field condition, you know ? Are you gay, lesbian, 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 woman is one but I like T-girl. I was born a boy, growing up without parents around, just me and my Sister I found I only fitted in with lady friend. I loved their stake ; I fancied other boys, the look of her clothes and underwear, which she caught me wearing her secure intimate apparel when young. kinda than her getting angry and ridiculing me, she supported me, helped me with sizing apparel, makeup, discussed former male child but also helped me to screw my eubstance. I got some drugs to stop the testosterone and grow breasts. I live my life as a cleaning lady but I just can't lose that in conclusion thing. I do just love both mine and other men's tool. I have managed to save some money along the way for some brightness surgery to help and pull off things to get 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 require to see me in all my glory"Anita continued, wanting to up the stakes, as she flicked with her telephone set and showed Bob the screen.

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

He flicked across a few more, some with phallus tucked in or just poking out various panties, the last one with her led on her back, with Anita looking down through her knocker, between her legs senior high in the air ; dick loosely flopped to one side and anus on replete display.

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

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

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

Anita smiled, gave the head of his dick one final stage soft power play and withdrew her deal"well part of my plan to be more convinced is to do more outdoor clobber, so I had looked at surfing lessons ; I've never swum in the sea, let alone surfed.

I checked out the breakers schools this afternoon, but was too nervous to book anything ; the one I liked said they had handiness from 11am tomorrow. They do the courtship hire, circuit board and moral all in."

Bob smiled and turned to her"right that is a appointment then, I can swing by your seat at 9, we can both throw breakfast then have surf lessons together. I've only body boarded but not entire surfriding, so you can't back out and I can be there for support ... cum 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 implements of war around Bob in a hug, kissing him on the cheek.

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

"Today has been aroused, so I am gladiolus you were here to gossip with me, it's been lovely spending time with my pop and tomorrow would just be elysian. I assume you are going to walk me house and then you'll know where to find me ?"

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

Anita's vacation apartment was the former side of township 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 sure why he had gone this far. He tried convincing himself that it was just for a cup of tea, but he knew if Anita put herself on a plate for him, he would take her. But he didn't know why, was his desire for some taboo fruit, or just an uncommitted vessel, or to help oneself her, repair her expiration in a protective embracing, or just a recent mid sprightliness crisis. He just didn't know, except he did lust after her and wanted animal knowledge of her body.

Anita let him in and showed him around the courteous holiday apartment, with one bedroom reasonably sized with lavatory and kitchenette in the couch where she left him and disappeared.

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

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

Stood there provocatively framed in the door, glasses gone, in black lacing stockings that accentuated her leg length as they sat senior high up, almost to her crotch with self-holding peak, hip high sinister gossamer knickers that dove in a vee to her penis, which was only just tucked in what small material there was at the base of the vee. She wore a shameful see-through bra, which gave her quite a cleavage, revealing Nice pert nipples through the pattern.

"hem"Bob cleared his throat, as his penis throbbed into spirit, then to give him time to get it all in"give us a whirl sister bird"( a term he would never use with his wife Sue ).

She stepped into the sofa, raised her arms up above her mind clasping her hands together, revealing her shaved axilla, in fact excluding her fuzz, there was not a bingle hair on the rest of her eubstance as she slowly rotated, exaggerating her hip as her weight shifted from one ft to the other, that Bob could now see were in 4"high shiny fateful heeled shoes.

Her knickers were open at the butt, with two straps coming from each hip at the waistline, down, round each cheek, cupping them, to go away in between her legs to her fork, showing off her beautifully exposed rounded rear.

Bob let out a low pennywhistle, She looked over her articulatio humeri"papa likes ?"

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

Anita smiled and rotated to face him and stepped across the way to him, as if she were on a fashion cat walk. Her implements of war dropped and her helping hand reached out to unmake his belt, waist push button then zip, pulling his shorts as wide as possible, reached in, she held his penis loosely with one hand and pushed his boxers and shortstop down enough to expel his throbbing member from its confines.

"Daddy has been so honorable to his sugar baby wench, she wants to reinforce him"she whispered as her lips touched his and softly kissed him. Her hired hand softly stroked his putz, once released from the buss ; she dropped downwards until Bob felt her breathing spell on his now stiffened, throbbing member.

Bob looked down and watched her put her mitt on his shaft hard at the base. He felt her lip, sang-froid and damp as they landed on the skin at the end of his stiff beam, wrapping her mouth around his spade end, gradually sinking her sassing down his shaft, he could feel her knife warmly licking him inside her rima oris.

Bob gasped, not having had a C job since long before Sue. This was unbelievable. He watched and felt her suck, lap and lubricate his peter with her warm spittle, running her backtalk up and down it, in time with her pollex and forefinger masturbating him. He watched her head teacher bobbing up and down on his now wet starchy rod ; he laid his hands on her head, enjoying it. She sped up with her free hand, lightly stroking his balls.

Feeling the familiar twinge in his Lucille Ball and beam of light, he needed to monish 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 dig, I want to have to a greater extent of you"stated Bob, knowing that at this late hour, as tipsy drunk as he was, if he came, it would be plot over and there was More for them both to delight, he didn't deprivation just a late night blow job or hand shandy, he wanted to be inside her, to depend on her, for her to enjoy him and his manhood.

She pulled clear, stood up fully, now slightly gamy on her dog, and wrapped her bridge player around his hawkshaw 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 walking ...

Bob could hold come then, but was trying hard to think of anything to quench the steaming volcano in his chunk ...

The bedroom was tidier than when she first showed it to him ; she sat on the bed, picked up a safety that was already there, opened it, hung it on the tegument clad tip of his erect Pole and using her lip unrolled it on his stiff shaft.

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

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

She rolled over, face down, beautiful stern up in the air, peg straight but spread apart. Her fundament still in her high-heeled skid planted wide apart on the story, pulling her impertinence apart with her hands to expose her ring that was now calling to Bob. Bob took the bottle, poured some gel into her cheek crevice and with his fingerbreadth 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 ring, dribbling some more lube in the little crater. Slowly, he dipped his one fingerbreadth in.

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

Bob probed his finger's breadth deeper, starting to cycle it slowly in and out, taking Anita's gasps and humming as approval. He then pressed a second towards the rim, Anita's crater's muscle star twitched and relaxed, allowing him to enter a second digit without too much sweat and copied the rotation and pumping.

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

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

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

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

Bob tried to be as conciliate as possible, not knowing whether he was doing right or wrongly, for him it was excitingly titillating, it was forbidden fruit. He now knew why people raved about anal sex ; her arse was a massive turn on, just so slap-up 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 docile writhing of her beneath him made him cogitate she was enjoying it as much as he was.

"Oh, it's been so recollective since I've had a decent stiff cock inside me"Anita said"it's so much estimable than a cold strap-on ”. Hoping he could stopping point and maybe manage a second shot, it disappointed her not having him cum in her mouth.

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

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

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

Anita rolled over with a Brobdingnagian smile on her face, removed her bra to exhaust her bouncing pert chest, led on her back, raised her stocking-clad leg up above her and with an arm under each knee pulled them back, so her understructure, with her bounder, were either English of her head, exposing her star clad cave as an inviting butt for him to enter again, looking up she asked for more lube.

It transfixed Bob, she was stunning, and her sinister mellow heel were a real turning on with the black underwear.

Although he was unaccustomed to seeing another half-inflated flaccid member 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 nictation enclosed space, but also onto her half flabby warm sausage, leaning in close, engaging the tip of his corpse rod to her unbend cavity and pushed. This time he just popped straight in, Anita gasped and kept her sass undefendable, her eyes on him.

As he continued to slide in deeper she nodded in approving, her lip open, gasping. Bob slid in and out, initially slow and long, then increasing his tempo"oh, oh, oh, please, difficult"Anita pleaded with her eyes locked on him.

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

Bob leaned on her overturned thigh with one handwriting and his other hand softly held her lubed limp warm sausage 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 Lester Willis Young charwoman's putz throbbing into stiffer life, slowly reaching for the sky. He increased both his postponement on it and the length 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 push"umph, umph, umph ”, mouth open, heart begging him to force deeply and harder inside her.

Bob could feel that virtuoso in his own musket ball and clay rod he was right on the edge of coming. He raised the pacing again, now bouncing off her arse with a resounding slap. He sped up his wanking of Anita to double up clock time on her now fully erect member in his close handgrip. After years of practice bob knew that this would feel nifty for her.

Anita's eyes were almost rolling round the back of her head in go, mouth receptive"yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck me daddy."

Then just as Bob thought that was his limit, he felt her lie with tunnel muscles grip him mean, Anita squealed"Fuuuuuuuuck Yeeeeeeesss"as a Brobdingnagian minute rope of cum spurt from Anita's own tip and she gave a yelp of pleasure"wooooooohh ”, as another huge rope of cum looped in the air. With his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed the finally drip of cum out of Anita and released his clasp on her deflating rod.

This was too a great deal for Bob, feeling that companion pressure surging from his testis, watching her knocker bouncing, seeing her orgasmic delight proven by her released cum all on her stomach and breasts was too much, he released his own vent into her, driving his appendage deep into her and feeling its release and it was his turning to voice his pleasure"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 condom 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 safe off, Anita's sat up, her hands came over and slipped it off for him, not losing a bead, inverted it and squeezed his cum out, running her fingers from the mammilla to open-end, pouring it into her candid back talk, licking her lips grinning.

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

Anita wrapped her exempt wooden leg behind him and pulled him over onto her, causing them to fall onto the bed, the duo of them kissing and laughing.

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

Bob woke later, in the dark, 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 love I have to go, there is only so much I can explain to the wife ”, he grabbed his gear, returned to kiss her and hope to see her in the morning and almost ran across townspeople back to his apartment.

He convinced his wife he had met up with some lads on a hart do, that got him into a foam nine company, so he could explain the later hour and the shower with his clothes on, washing away any cum stains.

To Be Continued *******