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In the morning Bob convinced his wife he was getting out early to run into up with the"lads ”, for a surf lesson ( a lesson that oddly none would make except for this one lovely young gentlewoman ... ). Thankfully, as normal for the second day of a migraine, she was still suffering, and she planned to continue in bed with curtain drawn.

Bob made his way across Town, all night he thought of Anita and struggled with his inner intimate personal identity. If mortal had told him two 24-hour interval ago what he did last Night, as an archetypical 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 unseasoned ; he also felt a stiff maternal protective inherent aptitude over her. Was this his midlife crisis ? Oddly, as she had a cock of her own, he didn't feel he was betraying his wife or cheated on her.

He arrived early at her threshold at 8:30am to surprise her, plus he just couldn't wait. He knocked and after a brief delay he heard a squeal of joy from the inside. The threshold 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 amount back and I would be all on my own again"she said with a beaming smile"and it's heavy that you have come early, come in ”. Bob squeezed passed the room access into the hall. He turned to see her close down the threshold, naked in the hallway, she turned and there she was in all her resplendence, dummy pert and dick dangling.

She was used to spree, barely even one-night stands, being bent over and rammed from behind in car parks, parks, pub booths, often unidentified dead body passing fleetingly. Whether just a chance meeting, as part of bunch eruption, friends of ally brought over, never bothering to learn their names, rarely even getting to know them. She didn't have any long-term friends so she was used to living in the moment, without any regrets, enjoying what was in front of her at that particular time and grasp it with both implements of war. To dwell for those fugitive moments 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 different and here he was, she had spent the night missing his warmth, his smile and assuage disposition, she really felt he cared. Unlike yesterday, today she can suffer him all day, his tender kind cheek, like the paternal father she never had, like her big blood brother and a buff.

She ran the few stone's throw to Bob, jumped up and wrapped herself around him with her arms and legs, kissing him on the backtalk and cheeks.

"It's so trade good to see you, I thought it was too good to be true and you wouldn't ejaculate"she whispered in his ear and then she nibbled it. Although not punishing at all with her slim build, she dropped back down onto her feet then held Bob's hand to guide him to the bathroom"I was about to read a shower, but now you can join me, throw your stuff in the hallway ”.

He dropped his day sack with gear in the hallway as she stripped his T-shirt off over his foreland and promptly undid his belt. Soon he was also naked and his boxers, jersey and drown shorts were on the hallway floor. Both his upheaval and his member were growing as he watched her naked dead body's every move. Her small hobble cock wiggling almost hypnotized Bob, finding it strange to be turned on by watching what should be taboo for a straight man.

Bob walked into the john and ran the shower, standing clear of the initial cold water, waiting for it to warm up. Anita jogged into view with boobs and sausage swaying, holding a safety in one handwriting and lube in the early"we'll need these"as she put the lubricator onto the shower's easy lay ledge and kept the prophylactic packet in her one hand.

She stepped up to embrace him with a huge kiss. It excited Bob to palpate her raw chest and consistency against his, even her warm loose short sausage, brushing against his body, teasing the nucleotide of his erect peter and dangling balls. He grabbed her closely rear, pulling her tightly in close.

Anita's one helping hand gripped Bob's shaft and tightly stroked it"I need you effective and hard for this shower bath"she smiled wickedly. She then dropped onto one articulatio genus, looking at his erect rod, hang it down and once again she opened the rubber swiftly and Anita's mouth applied it. She stood, turned to test the water with her hand and adjusted it slightly.

She then leaned against the shower headspring wall thrusting her rear backwards ; legs spread extensive apart inviting Bob to introduce her. Bob ran his midriff fingerbreadth down her spine until he reached her twinkling star rimmed entrance, she shuddered ; he applied the gel lube and slid his finger in, sliding it in easy than finally dark

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

He added a instant, just lightly rotating. She was soft and warm ; seeing the water running down her hair and back, trickling either incline of her hips, bum crevice and her long wooden leg, was sensuous. He needed to be inside her once more and his dick was throbbing.

He slowly pulled his fingers out, Anita wiggled her rear, enticing him, he applied some more lube to his condom wrapped wet flag magnetic pole and engaged his tip to her little love cave and when he saw her whiz relax, he gently pushed with his hips and his cock slipped in.

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

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

Bob found by lowering slightly and driving upwards he got a slightly fluid drive into her and her response seemed to be commendation. He in this office could up the pacing, with Anita gasping"Oh, oh, oh, oh"in time with each drive, he was now starting to bounce off her, with each of his drives forward being matched by her driving her ass back.

Bob reached around with one hand and felt her almost hard cock and wanked her. With a life-time's experience of this, he knew his proficiency was honorable being rewarded by it growing in stiffness.

Anita slapped her hands on the wall"Yes, know your footling baby dame daddy, she's been bad"

"No, she's been trade good, daddy demand to honor her"Bob responded as he tightened his grip and tug on her now knockout cock."Is that rewarding ?"

"Yes, yes, yes daddy, I must be suuuuuuch a good miss, oh, oh, oh"said Anita, her voice revealing she was nearing climax.

Then he felt her shaft pulse and she let out a huge gasping"arghhhhh"as she came, he milked the tip of her scape, squeezing the succus out of her, Bob being turned on by feeling her warm cum on his paw proving he had satisfied her.

Building his own orgasm up, he looked down to see himself pound into this beautiful creatures arse, feeling his lust for the fruit of this taboo and knowing she was done, he just had to release his own pressurise orgasm. Bob just drove forward onto her brass and released his erupting lading, holding his quill hard in, until it began deflating to then withdraw from her.

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

Bob pushed her against the English wall, his hitch dick against hers, her breast on his dresser, both kissing and holding each early, her deal grabbing his rear pulling him into her.

Bob pulled back and got some exhibitor gel and applied some to Anita's tomentum, shoulders, hip joint and a new spurt on her pecker and clump. Being out of the shower stream, she soaped up quickly, laughing.

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

Bob couldn't believe how sensuous this was as they rinsed off, take hold of towels as they switched off the exhibitor and exited.

They dried themselves and each other, laughing, smiling. Anita stepped to near the threshold where the hair dryer was. She stood there naked, boobs and gumshoe swaying as she ruffled her fingers through her hairsbreadth to dry it. She spellbound Bob with her beaut. She then wound her hair up into a bun and fixed it there.

Bob put his swim short pants back on, shorts, sandals and T-shirt as Anita popped in the bedroom and returned in a delicate purple one-piece swimsuit, no camel toe, but no dick apparent either, she waggled her hips smiling for approval.

As soon as he had nodded and returned her smile, she slipped on a wrench up short pleated orange wench and equal white plunging enthrone type T-shirt, showing her cleavage. Bob was again transfixed ; she looked gorgeous with her pilus up.

"I think we need breakfast small one"said Bob gathering up his day liberation and sunglasses. 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 door, Anita turned bob around to French kiss him lovingly"last-place osculation, as it won't look good in populace for pop and daughter to be kissing like that ”.

They found a prissy café and ordered a fall breakfast. Chatting lightly in the sun then walked down the beach to obtain the surf school.

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

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

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

Throughout the day Bob could see how cautious and unconfident Anita was, even for mildly simpleton adventure as jumping wafture, then diving through bigger ace, even though she could swim 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, definitely the father or big buddy she never had. His presence made her sure-footed, even when terrified, his approving spirit and nod and his sarcastic jokes that broke the ice when she wasn't sure.

They had stopped for a few breaks with the teacher, for snap ups and revisions, who was very patient role, giving them both suggestion and tips, explaining how tides affect the surf and what to expect for to get the substantially waves.

They were soon in deeper water, sat on circuit card, waiting for wafture. The instructor had moved onto other course of study but was monitoring them, as they had paid for a full day's rental after the initial two-hour lesson.

Bobbing on the sea together chatting, not too far from shore, a few prison term they held hands, once when floating tread watering next to their card, 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 appurtenance, showered in the assailable beach faucet's, Bob hoped they had changing rooms so they could share but they just had tiny stall. 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 eating and imbibition, Bob was so pleased that Anita felt so unstrain with him and that she was getting admiring flavor from male person and distaff passersby. She was still on a high, talking through and repeating each trivial adventure, every venial mishap, teasing Bob over his own mishap. Bob loved listening and chirping in, laughing. She was brilliant company, if only he could make met her 30 years ago.

By belated afternoon, after a nice burger, beer and ice cream to finish, Anita leaned over and whispered,"If pa is prepare, how would he care to return to the flat to service his daughter ?"Bob was both ball over and excited. They paid the visor and walked back.

Upon entering the holiday two-dimensional, Bob dropped his day-sack and Anita scampered to the chamber"pop the kettle on Bob"she shouted. So Bob returned to the sofa and kitchenette to sate the kettle, wondering how she would look tonight.

He poured the tea and sat on the sofa, just as Anita appeared naked carrying the bottle of lubricating substance, he watched her base on balls 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 wonderful, in fact you have been so brave today, it's been neat fun, daddy is proud of his simoleons infant doll and wants to reward her"he said"but she needs to differentiate him how she wants her reward ”.

She knelt down, placed the lube next to Bob and lowered herself across his lap, face down, bottom face facing upwards"I want to be spanked, so my cheeks gleam ”.

Bob, was now not nearly as surprised by her petition as he would birth been a few twenty-four hours ago, so with the flatbed of his handwriting he slapped her one impertinence, which wobbled in reaction, then again on the other"a little harder, I want dainty flushed buttock daddy ”.

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

Anita was now gasping at each bang, and her cheeks were reddening. Being dextrorotatory, Bob kept the slaps up with his justly script whilst his left hand dropped and felt for her one breast, found her pap was pie-eyed and set up, so he tweaked it hard between his thumb and forefinger, hearing Anita gasp.

He felt a brush on his leg, realising that Anita was growing too, he squeezed his hand between her thighs and held onto her cock, stroking her balls with his ovolo he gave a couple of tugs on her growing extremity. As he felt her stiffen, he released to return to spanking her again, to return to teasing her light beam, alternating between the two.

He synchronized each slap with each tweak or a coquette of her nipple and she responded with a gasp but no requests to finish, even with her boldness 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 mammilla softly.

Then he dribbled lube directly onto her star ringed cave and watch it twitch and Anita wince with the touch of the cold-blooded gel. Bob stroked her star topology with his digit, 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 second 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 tintinnabulation, Bob felt drawn in he wanted to cross another taboo threshold before the day was out, he extended his spit and licked her star muscle rim teasing it around his impregnated fingers, Anita squirmed in pleasance and exhaled an"oooooh that's lovely ”.

Then with his own putz throbbing he wanted to give her Sir Thomas More, to live up to her before he was, to learn her moan with pleasance, 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 level with her sausage at half-mast and throbbing.

Bob thought, it's now or never. Tomorrow it could all be different and he may regret never having experienced this with this beautiful, sexy, exotic woman. The opportunity was there for him, like it or loath it he wanted to. Ignoring his heterosexual Male programming, he wanted to cross this major threshold of taboo.

He grabbed her by her face and pulled her forwards ; he opened his mouth and with his backtalk gathered her strong throbbing sausage into his sass, wrapped his sass around it and sucked until it filled his mouth, his backtalk touching her hairless body and ball sack at the base.

Anita responded with a Brobdingnagian"wooowww ... just like that, oh dada, suck me"

Initially he was unsure, worried he would smack piss, but she tasted of sea salt and a little deodorant but nothing 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 grown. This strong heterosexual tabu line was well and truly crossed, Bob found it turning him on, ` how could he be finding this so exciting'he thought shockingly. He was enjoying this preclude fruit.

Anita's hands were on his head, stroking his hair as Bob pulled back, so her little spade was just inside his lips and licked around it. Her men then pulled him inwards, driving her now stiffened rod into him. He sucked and her prick hit his vomit trigger tonsilla and he gagged, coughing spittle and strangely enjoyed it.

He pulled his drumhead back until once again only the swaged lip on the caput of her shaft was in his mouth, he teasingly licked and sucked at her tip, then her hands pulled him back onto her again, her tool drove to the back of his mouth, now ready for it he could master the gag reflex.

Anita's tool was now hard, thankfully not too long, but bigger than his mouth the way it was hitting the back of his throat. He didn't mind ; he was enjoying hearing her moan and gasp in pleasure. His spittle lubricating her gibe, so he bobbed his own header along her now hard shaft.

Bob gripped her brass, remembering she had sizeable lube, he pulled her cheeks apart and worked a finger around, teased the rim of her fiddling beloved cave and then engaged and entered in meter with a thrust of his caput to plunge her little shaft into him.

Anita squealed in delectation"that is sooooo fucking good Bob, suck my cock papa, draw me"as her mitt encouraged him to drop her tool deep into his mouth, whilst suck and squeezing it with his tongue, his finger probing into her rear, the pace of the pumping cycle was getting faster.

Bob was now vigorous head bobbing, so he added a second gear finger to Anita's anus and that was it,"Wwwooooooowww Yeeeessss"Anita squealed as a taste of salty juice indicated what must be pre-cum in his oral cavity as her cock withdrew over his tongue and as he trapped her swaged spade end inside his lips a hot shot of cum spat out into the back of his throat and she thrust him deep onto her pecker as another spurt came out.

Anita squealed in delight"OOOooooo BBBobbbbb ”, Bob gagged with his mouth total of cock and cum down his throat, 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 fall in her farseeing slow strokes, feeling her relax and deflate.

Anita's hands pulled him up upwards by the hair. He released his fingers from her anus and let her half hobble hosiery flop out of his lips as he stood. As soon as they were stratum, she plunged her tongue into his mouth and kissed him passionately and hugged him hard.

"Oy Myyy GGggooodddd Bob, you give great heading that was just about the best black eye job ever"Anita finally confirmed"I wish I could have lasted foresighted but your digit just POW set me off. You are the best 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 last any longer, but was at first shocked and disgusted at the tabu he had broken, felt he should be ashamed but then surprised and elated that he had sucked her rooster, the one attached to this beautiful, funny person and he had amply satisfied a highly sexually experienced erotic consistency.

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

Now his own putz was bursting at the bed and begging for satisfaction and his balls for going. Anita ‘ s hands fought to strip him of his T-shirt and shorts, almost tearing his boxers off. Once his putz was exposed, she dropped and plunged her back talk onto it, giving it various flying jabbing before releasing it.

She stood up and once again grabbed him and led him to the sleeping room with his prick, he had to do a quick terpsichore to free his substructure from his boxershorts without falling over,"It's prison term for daughter to allow daddy his pleasure, now she is satisfied"Anita promised.

In the bedroom she immediately slipped on a condom on him, climbed onto the bed, on her knees and workforce on the bed, presenting her rung nerve to him"seminal fluid inside me again ”.

Bob almost jumped on the bed, on his knee joint and brought his engorged fellow member up to her entry and drove in. She was as tight and lovesome as he remembered, Anita squealed in joy and a little pain.

Bob started pounding her bottom knockout, his hands on her hip joint, bouncing off her rear with a slap and gasp from her, she was gripping him with her muscles, making her a tighter fit as he pulled back to take out, relaxing to comfort his plunge forward.

Bob's knee slipped, dropping all his free weight on her, which caused her to hang monotone on the bed"Don't stop daddy, outride inside ”.

Anita was savourless on the bed now, Bob led on top. She widened her pegleg to ease things, but Bob was loving feeling her arse cheeks pressing on the circus tent of his thighs. Resting on her back, he put his weight unit on his elbow, slid his men under her to find her breast to stroke and tweaked her nipples.

Raising his knees off the bed, balancing on his toes, he restarted pumping into her rear, she felt so good. This was completely different to his wife's puss ; Anita was again tensing and relaxing her muscles in clock time with his thrusts.

Her head turned sideways, so he could kiss her cheek and snuggle her hairsbreadth and neck ; she was gasping with his thrusts and giving light squeals of joy as he twisted her nipples.

Bob was in sensual overload, pumping faster, hearing a blare of Anita's voice and peel on pelt smacking whilst feeling her voiced flesh exterior and her pulsating muscles inside, he felt his glob twitch with his own orgasm rising, then his shaft muscle twitch and he exploded into the condom again, holding the thrust and wiggling his waist into her buttocks, staying to void his balls, holding there for a short-change pause 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 favourable sugar dolly ”.

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

He got up to fix a cup of tea, returned to find oneself Anita curled up under the duvet, with it still early eventide, they still had a lot of metre before Bob would have to make his apologia and pass on, he felt a pang of disappointment at the loss of this erotic holiday Latinian language good of forbidden fruit and breach taboos.

So as they sat in bed, sipping tea, Bob explained that his wife would be more than than likely better tomorrow and so whilst they could still surf and do former things together, under the guise of his master news report, as just accidental supporter, he couldn't risk 30 years of marriage.

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

"Don't worry, you won't be the 1st tie man to leave me to run back to his wife, but you are the first to experience a vacation romance with me, the low I really wish for and the first that I want to see again. I can't ask you to fall in that up, nor risk of exposure you losing it, if we meet I will be careful with anything I say, I would wish to remain in pinch as this has been such a Revelation of Saint John the Divine for me, please can we remain friends ?"Anita asked.

"I would like that, as far as Sue is concerned we met as surf buddies by accident, if you meet her tomorrow I know she will wish you, she always wanted a daughter after our son, but unfortunately boy run in both our phratry, so we stuck to one. Lets swap phone numbers then if I can't meet you for 9 in the morning for another surf object lesson I can let you know - plus you can share your in style photos with me, please ?"

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

Bob came beat dozily, feeling Anita's hand stroking his swelling sausage, as it responded to his waking from slumber."Sorry I didn't mean to wake you Bob, it is just so Nice to lie with someone so care and placate. If this is what a genuine relationship is like, then I definitely want one now, my mathematical group sex cum bucketful days are over."Anita stated as she gently worked her sonant script on his now enlarging shaft.

Anita leaned over to kiss him, continuing to masturbate his throbbing and growing putz corpse. Once strong Anita dropped her head and began sucking his signal flag magnetic pole that pointing to the ceiling. She pulled up then he felt a piffling tickle on the end of his peter and her mouth wrap down again–she had loaded him with another condom !

"Top girl, you cheeky monkey,"chuckled Bob.

She led on top, pegleg straddling him and kissed him and with a wicked grinning said"fountainhead, I couldn't miss one more than opportunity for daddy to fuck me ”. Pecked a kiss on his mouth and sat up, he could palpate her dampness from early on his torso.

She raised herself up, shifted backwards, squatting just over his range pole. He felt her fingerbreadth guide her onto the tip and hung there for a short while, as she got into a comfortable position. She then slowly slew down his shaft,"Mmmmmm ”. Once again her tight love life cave slid on Bob's beam until her hindquarters bottomed out on him"How does that feel ?"

"Oh, bloody marvelous you gorgeous girl you"Bob said looking up at her, her hair flowing down her shoulders over her breasts and there resting on his lower belly was her limp little sausage again. Bob was feeling Sir Thomas More at comfort seeing it, being aroused, excited and attracted by it and her shrunk footling ball dismission and the imagination sat on him. Bob thanked god it wasn't 8 inches with a shopping bag dangling with two huge orange in it.

Anita rocked back and forth, Bob could feel him sliding inside her and she beamed with delight at the easy rocking.

Bob couldn't resist, his one hand quietly stroked and fondled her breasts and his former twiddled her limp sausage, teasing it back into life-time, still slimy from her former climax, he enjoyed feeling the stock pumping back into it as she rocked on his own shaft.

As her pecker filled, he changed his handling 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 time with her grinding their hips. Anita let out a whispered"mmmmMMMmm"with her head tilted back, her hair falling off her articulatio humeri to round off behind her, her eyelids half-closed as she focused on the pleasure of their physical contact.

Bob felt her dearest tunnel muscles tighten, and she rose up, then down slowly on his flagpole. This was lovely as he matched her round on her own now strict peter, hoping to see her erupt again.

She was now quietly gasping with each deep interpolation into her"oh, oh, oh, oh"rising herself higher but making sure 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 weight as she increased her tempo. Her hair waved freely behind her."Umph, umph, umph, umph"she grunted as her face slapped onto Bob's damp crotch.

Bob dropped her shaft out of his hands to fondle both of her flattened breasts and it landed on his lower belly with a smacking repeatedly in unison with each landing. This excited him, having a prick slapping on him, whilst he fucked her up the arse. Breaking all those heterosexual person taboos again but it he no longer cared, he had now scrapped his male heterosexual programing looking up at this terrific woman and was now excited with renewed vigor and epinephrin pumping through him.

As Anita dropped herself once more, Bob raised his hips up, the two met in the middle, Bob grunted and Anita squealed, Bob felt her tunnel brawn grip him, then relax as they separated, then tighten as they pounded together again with the double slap.

The two of them repeatedly pounded their hips together, Bob was grabbing her hips, wanting to see her breasts bounce in unison with her shaft of light bouncing and slap on his stomach whilst feeling her cockeyed separatrix as they met, then rise separate and repeat and repeat and repeat. He felt that tingle in his fixed flag Pole with his orgasm climaxing, he wanted to pleasure this wonderful woman but couldn't hold back, at their next engagement 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 prove his manhood, that he could satisfy her. In despair he withdrew his unstrain member, lifted her up whilst he slid down the bed, for her to sit high onto his chest of drawers and with one hand masturbated her into his backtalk. Holding her curt faculty, wanking her fasting and knockout, whilst drubbing and sucking on her tip.

Anita exclaimed, her voice rising with each tidings"Bob, Oh Bob, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming ”. Bob released his grip, grabbed her shank and pulled her in high spirits up his chest, with his mouth assailable so her stiff shaft entered inside and he closed his lips tightly and sucked hard.

Anita fell forwards over his straits holding onto the headboard of the bed but thrust her hip into his aspect, pulling up, just enough to maintain 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 rima oris, he gripped her hind end and held her cockeyed onto his face, sucking hard as a second blob of cum entered his sass. He sucked her to her endure drop and then as her shaft 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 farting you can get down and soil, you are the in effect ”, she kissed him with a blotto hug then dropped down and removed his condom, once again drinking his cum out of it.

She snuggled up half on him, lying on his allow for side, head on his shoulder, kissing him. Bob wrapped his left arm around her, stroking her back, feeling shocked. Has he really just been face fucked by a woman with a cock and not only enjoyed it but he instigated it ! Slowly he drifted off to sleep, listening to her breathing.

Bob's alarm clock rang at 10pm and they had one last long lingering kiss and he got dressed, gathered his gear and headed out, back to Sue, his married woman, signaling the end of their holiday romance ...

To Be Continued *******