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You know what is good about being old ? You don't have to worry about what people think of you. After nearly xxx years of marriage there isn't that pressure level to do, or even try to impress or obtain solvent from new relationships.

This self-assurance of his age had brought Bob to this cheap engaged beach incline pop up bar, plus it gave a swell scene across the beach. He had chosen a quiet down can position to sit alone mellow up at a shoal table window cill, on the short side of meat of the ` L'shaped inside bar. This panorama included the groups of millennials partying on the veranda below. So whilst up out of the noise, bunko game and flurry he could still crowd vigil, soaking up their atmosphere whilst also quietly sip a beer, tick e-mail, texts and Face book place on his old smart earphone.

Bob was quietly enjoying himself. There were still surfers out in the moving ridge, families on the beach for a latterly walk and dog walkers. He could act out the top dog drinkers, instrumentalist, professional dancer and romancers in the lads drinking below, plus the daughter, all exhibiting traits he and his better half all had seen and experienced in the past.

Slightly jealous of the Loretta Young 20'something cub, maybe a little relieved, no longer having the pressures of performing to impress mates or to court 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 constrict into the even more isolated spot in the corner, against the bulwark on his left. Bob looked beat to smile. She was a gracious thin build, wore a nice close conform to black T-shirt, with a short yellow platted summertime dame wall hanging over a squeamish tight bum.

She rested her soft drink and Mobile earphone down on the far end of the windowpane cill, propping herself on the last faecal matter. She avoided any eye physical contact, her red tomentum with purple gloss high spot draped over black-rimmed glasses, hiding her eyes. Once settled, she didn't really look up at the tantrum, just looked down and scrolled through her earpiece screen.

She appeared to be in her betimes twenties, her pert chest not overly large but nice, trying to burst their way out of her mingy T-shirt. Bob would have liked to receive guessed their size, but he didn't even know his married woman's bra size, so had no gauge to equate them against.

Bob's care returned to his swallow, the view and a tall blond who had just appeared into view, walking her little dog down the route to the beach. She was wearing those prospicient gym pants that showed off a pert pair of buttocks and lovely athletic legs.

After a short while, Bob heard a strangled sob to his left wing. He glanced across to sustain it was the cleaning lady sat in the corner. At first he ignored it, as she obviously didn't want tangency. But by the third stifled babble sob, he thought he should ; she was obviously upset.

She now had her head in her hands, murmuring to herself, in a quiet whisper that Bob couldn't hear. Her tone was wrath 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 meliorate his evening with a little light conversation with a Thomas Young woman and hopefully improve hers.

As a young man Bob couldn't talk of the town to pretty female child, his clapper would just get in the way ; he could barely blurt out a few password in fear, let alone a full sentence. Now at his age he just had to think and Son just tumbled out.

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

Her glasses that were the character you expect teachers or white lab coat wearing scientists in make-up ad to fag out. They were propped up on a lovely button nose, with olfactory organ and nerve speckled with lentigo that confirmed she was a genuine red head.

Anita was used to being pestered and usually she enjoyed the tending, although tonight was the exception as she wanted to be left alone. But she was also used to living in the moment, taking what was in front of her as she didn't have any rattling long-term friends. So she was used to adapting to new friendly relationship, just like switching tv set channels, to chase the next family relationship fix, no matter how shoal or superfluous.

Her temperament changed and relaxed as soon as she caught good deal of him, Bob seemed that unadulterated safe non-threatening channel surf to pause on and see if the plan was worth watching.

Bob interpreted that softening in her brilliance as an opportunity to remain."Sorry, that was my best chat up line, if you want to talk, felicitous to. You don't have to tell me your troubles, but with me being a stranger 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 advantageously mate 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 obtain"Mr. Red Shirt ”.

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

She turned to him, brushing her hair back to unveil her face, smiled, with tear still dribbling down her face,"Hi I'm Anita"she sniffed, grabbed a napkin off the table and wiped her face dry and blew her nose..

She held her hand out, and they lightly shook. She had balmy cool hands compared to Bob's big uncut builder's hands. She even smiled Bob thought she was a lovely somewhat twenty-something.

"He's down there on the right with a daughter in a lily-livered top seems to be with him, but he is touching his mate at every opportunity. Obviously he would rather waste Mr. Liverpool shirt before Miss yellow dress."explained Bob.

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

"That I am, brilliant with other people's kinship, knowing all, always right, but never with my own, I am useless at that, or so the married woman tells me ..."said Bob. Then angrily to himself, ` for fuck's sake bob, first hazard to peach to some endearing bird and you mention the wife - you've just given her a frigid shower ’.

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

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

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

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

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

Bob laughed and she blushed and explained ...

"My belated failure of a long line of nonstarter, I thought this was it after respective months and for once I had a relationship, soul who loved me for what I am, but she arranged for her ex-boyfriend to just happen to be here with his mates and tried to get me Byzantine, I kicked her out of the vacation flatbed yesterday. That was a textbook dumping me and assassinating me with all my traits and bad habits."

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

"Well, I am Bi-sexual, I love both sex and a few in-between,"she smiled, wondering if she could ride the instrumentalist in Bob out into the outdoors, to divulge any obscure desires and possibly change the course of the evening, she then whispered,"but I do bonk a good stiff cock,"giving Bob a wry smile.

Now it was Bob's turn to flush, although after a lifetime of mixing with extrovert bikers, this scuttlebutt wasn't untoward nor out of eccentric for some of his friends. But it stirred his own hawkshaw, 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 drink, drained it and lifted the empty spyglass to pop the question"would you like one ?"

"I wasn't going to"she raised her soft drink to show him."I'm not a big drinker, in the past it has led down bad track 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 fresh"she beamed in reply.

Bob got up and went to the hanker end of the bar, got the mixologist's attention and ordered. Whilst waiting he looked back at Anita, jeez she was lovely, her fuzz flowed nicely down her shoulders. He was proud of to see she was trying to sort herself out, pocketbook outdoors and playing with makeup and checking herself out in a compact mirror, so hopefully she was feeling a footling better about herself.

Anita thought she would stay and talk, Bob wasn't the maiden get hitched with man to engage with her. She could await and see how long it would be before he tried to grope her in the corner or suggest a knee trembler in the car Park. It was her right selection for entertainment at the moment.

Although he was overnice and being sweet to her, with a actual pursuit in her, her comment on liking stiff cocks hadn't change his sheet of conversation, nor had he turned into a creepy, groping lunatic, so she decided to stay put on this particular proposition pleasant groove surfed TV station.

Bob returned and placed the swallow down, closer together, so he could pull his stool closer to her. The sun was very low on the purview and even with the bar queen lights on, they were in a twilit glow.

Bob looked down at the veranda again"Anita, forget the ex, there are plenty more fish in the sea, girl Yellow frock may look for a articulatio humeri to cry on when she catches Mr. & Mr. ravaging each other later ? What the athletic blond just coming off the beach, the one carrying her dog ? She looks a cracker."

"Oh Bob, it's not that easy, surely even when you were young it wasn't easy to rive, even as a stop like you ?"replied Anita smiling.

"No you are mightily, my chat-up cable were always corny, I was never lucky- until I met my wife Sue."he replied"but surely there are clubs, chat room, singles dating apps that will get you in feeling with other masses looking for the same."Said Bob, hoping he wasn't losing her by showing the generation gap.

"It's not as easy as that, as I am also carrying a bit of superfluous baggage"answered Anita, grasping his upper berth arm in a legal brief hug.

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

"What you need is a reinvigorated start to wish yourself, and someone will like you too, that is what Sue used to tell her friends,"Bob said, trying to vocalize as large-hearted as possible.

Bob and Anita continued to get on famously as the evening wore on, their conversation covering a wide range of theme. She enjoyed being with a father figure that she never had, and he enjoyed her aid. They shared a vernacular common sense of humour despite the genesis gap.

Anita giggled as she finished her gin"come on Bob drink up I'll buy this time, so you won't spirit insecure. Do you fancy some shots ; 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 watch her base on balls away. A few steps down the bar she turned to trip up 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 hr ice shape, her hip and skirt swaying with each step. Bob lamented his older age, if only he was younger and she found him attractive.

She returned with a tray of 6 stab 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 queen illumination 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 aphrodisiac peeress or what he thought may be hunky men as they passed, often with Anita making idle comical appreciative"Phworrr"interference, leaving them both chuckling.

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

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

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

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

Anita couldn't believe her luck he really was so genuinely honest, he really was just talking to her for conversation. There was no groping or insinuation ; he was open about his desire for his wife. It was sweet how he tried to inspire her up by playing Cupid with her now being single. His patriarchal care and conversation made her feeling the emptiness of that family relationship she never had. Strangely, she wanted to share her closed book with him, to gain his approval and paternal support.

Anita leaned closer and her one deal lightly took Bob's left hand and drew it down between her wooden leg, under her skirt to her crotch, Bob felt her paw fiddle with her underclothing and then a small limp strong cocktail sausage like member dropped into his digit.

She looked at him, supercilium raised, and she removed her hand.

Bob wasn't sure what she was doing, or what she expected him to do, but he knew what he was touching. He had never played with any other man's peter, let alone a beautiful woman with a limp cocktail sausage. Not knowing what to do, oddment took clasp, and he started twiddling his fingerbreadth around the small flaccid tool 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 response, but he didn't know what to say.

Gently rolling her growing dick in his digit, whist still a picayune in shock, he took it in between his ovolo and 2 finger's breadth, whilst growing but still limp, sliding his fingerbreadth up and down along its growing length.

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

The warm limp short sausage continued to grow and satiate with blood. He could soon swan his paw around it and just lightly squeeze it, as he continued to stroke it.

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

"Ahem, Well I never expected that"said Bob as he now released his hold on her and withdrew his hired hand"I can see how that constitutes special 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 term, you know ? Are you gay, Lesbian, transgender or cross dressing table, 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 sis I found I only fitted in with girlfriend. I loved their interestingness ; I fancied other male child, the feel of her wearing apparel and underwear, which she caught me wearing her best lingerie when young. Rather than her getting furious and ridiculing me, she supported me, helped me with sizing clothes, makeup, discussed other boys but also helped me to lie with my consistence. I got some drugs to stop the testosterone and grow knocker. I live my life as a woman but I just can't lose that last affair. I do just roll in the hay both mine and other men's cocks. I have managed to save some money along the way for some light source operating room to aid and pick off things to become what I wanted physically, but mentally it seems I am still not confident enough enjoy what I now want now, a one to one committed relationship."

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

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

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

Bob found himself turned on and his own penis stiffening to rock hard as he flicked through her album of erotic photos but surprised to take in 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 phone"So what are the design for tomorrow ? I'm unblock"

Anita smiled, gave the head of his dick one last soft clinch and withdrew her helping hand"Well part of my plan to be Sir Thomas More sure-footed is to do more outdoor poppycock, so I had looked at surfing deterrent example ; I've never swum in the sea, let alone surfed.

I checked out the surf schooling this afternoon, but was too nervous to book anything ; the one I liked said they had availableness from 11am tomorrow. They do the suit hire, card and lessons all in."

Bob smiled and turned to her"right that is a date then, I can swing by your place at 9, we can both have breakfast then have surf lessons together. I've only trunk boarded but not full surfing, so you can't back out and I can be there for musical accompaniment ... Come on Anita"Bob clapped his bridge player lightly in a mock football chant,"Anita surf those waves."

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

Anita was glad she had spent such a nice eve and now she wanted his desire and bonk, like all the others, just for a few hours, after all he will be gone later, back to his married woman and it wouldn't mean anything except some meaningless fun.

"Today has been emotional, so I am glad you were here to chat with me, it's been lovely disbursal metre with my dad and tomorrow would just be divine. I assume you are going to walk me home and then you'll know where to find me ?"

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

Anita's holiday flat was the former incline of town to Bob's. Once there Anita invited Bob in for a cup of tea or umber, which he accepted, guessing it means the Lapp 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 remove her. But he didn't know why, was his desire for some out fruit, or just an usable vessel, or to help her, restore her loss in a protective embracing, or just a belated mid life 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 prissy holiday apartment, with one chamber reasonably sized with lav and kitchenette in the lounge where she left him and disappeared.

Bob filled & turned on the kettle, busying himself finding cups, milk and tea pocketbook.

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

Stood there provocatively framed in the doorway, glasses gone, in melanise lace stockings that accentuated her leg length as they sat senior high school up, almost to her crotch with self-holding tip, hip high black transparent bloomers that dove in a vee to her penis, which was only just tucked in what niggling textile there was at the base of the vee. She wore a black see-through bra, which gave her quite a segmentation, revealing gracious pert mamilla through the pattern.

"Ahem"Bob cleared his throat, as his penis throbbed into lifespan, then to devote him time to take it all in"give us a twirl infant doll"( a term he would never use with his wife Sue ).

She stepped into the lounge, raised her coat of arms up above her drumhead clasping her hand together, revealing her shaved axilla, in fact excluding her hair, there was not a single fuzz on the rest of her body as she slowly rotated, exaggerating her hip as her weight shifted from one invertebrate foot to the other, that Bob could now see were in 4"high glazed black heeled shoes.

Her pants were outdoors at the keister, with two strap coming from each hip at the waist, down, round each impertinence, cupping them, to melt in between her leg to her private parts, showing off her beautifully exposed rounded rear.

Bob let out a low whistle, She looked over her shoulder"Daddy likes ?"

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

Anita smiled and rotated to face up him and stepped across the way to him, as if she were on a fashion cat paseo. Her arms dropped and her hands reached out to undo his belt, waist button then zip, pulling his shorts as wide as possible, reached in, she held his penis loosely with one hand and pushed his shorts and underdrawers down enough to release his throbbing member from its confines.

"Daddy has been so good to his bread baby doll, she wants to honor him"she whispered as her back talk touched his and softly kissed him. Her hand softly stroked his dick, once released from the kiss ; she dropped downwards until Bob felt her breath on his now stiffened, throbbing member.

Bob looked down and watched her put her handwriting on his shaft hard at the groundwork. He felt her lips, cool and damp as they landed on the skin at the end of his cadaver shaft, wrapping her oral fissure around his spade end, gradually sinking her mouth down his shaft, he could finger her tongue warmly licking him inside her mouth.

Bob gasped, not having had a blast job since long before Sue. This was incredible. He watched and felt her suck, lap and lubricate his cock with her warm spittle, running her rima oris up and down it, in time with her quarter round and index finger masturbating him. He watched her foreland bobbing up and down on his now wet cadaver rod ; he laid his hands on her pass, enjoying it. She sped up with her disengage bridge player, lightly stroking his balls.

Feeling the familiar twinge in his balls and shaft, he needed to warn her."I can find 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 shot, I want to receive more of you"stated Bob, knowing that at this later hour, as potty drunk as he was, if he came, it would be plot over and there was More for them both to enjoy, he didn't wish just a deep Night blow job or hand shandy, he wanted to be inside her, to tantalize her, for her to revel him and his manhood.

She pulled realise, stood up fully, now slightly in high spirits on her heels, and wrapped her hand around his dick hard."semen with me big boy"as she led him out, through the hall, to the sleeping room using his dick as a lead, holding on tight, walking that cat walk of life ...

Bob could feature come then, but was trying hard to remember of anything to quell the steaming vent in his balls ...

The bedroom was respectable than when she first showed it to him ; she sat on the bed, picked up a safe that was already there, opened it, hung it on the skin clad tip of his upright rod and using her rima oris unrolled it on his corpse dick.

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

Anita picked up a bottleful and poured some gel from it onto the stiffly erect fully filled condom"as it is your first time, don't be afraid to use mint of lubricant, first use your fingers lubed up to loosen me up ”.

She rolled over, face down, beautiful buttocks up in the air, ramification straight but spread apart. Her base still in her high-heeled place planted wide apart on the story, pulling her brass apart with her hands to bring out her ring that was now calling to Bob. Bob took the bottleful, poured some gel into her cheek crevice and with his fingers guided it to her taut 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 finger in.

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

Bob probed his finger deeper, starting to cycle per second it slowly in and out, taking Anita's pant and humming as favorable reception. He then pressed a second towards the rim, Anita's crater's muscle star twitched and relaxed, allowing him to enter a endorse finger without too a lot effort and copied the rotation and pumping.

"Mmmmmm that's nice, so dainty, now try it with your wizardly wand, daddy I want your wizardly wand inside me"

Bob pulled his fingers slowly out, dropped some more lube on his rubber and laid his cock's head at her aim superstar's curtain raising that was calling him to embark. As he saw her brawniness superstar relax he pushed, but no destiny, so he used some support from his hand, guiding and pushing slightly down into her with his finger, until his head squeezed, entering slowly, then to vanish as it popped in.

Anita gasped,"Ahhh, fill up me daddy, inscrutable in Daddy, your infant dolly needs you ”.

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

Bob tried to be as placate as potential, not knowing whether he was doing right or faulty, for him it was excitingly erotic, it was forbid fruit. He now knew why mass raved about anal sex ; her arse was a monumental turn on, just so keen 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 gruntle writhing of her beneath him made him believe she was enjoying it as much as he was.

"Oh, it's been so foresighted since I've had a prissy stiff dick inside me"Anita said"it's so much dear than a cold strap-on ”. Hoping he could endure and maybe manage a second shaft, it disappointed her not having him cum in her mouth.

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

"Ohhhh yeessss"Anita gasped,"that is so much improve, I want to see you savor me, the same way you please me ”.

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

Anita rolled over with a huge smiling on her font, removed her bra to release her bouncing saucy breasts, led on her back, raised her stocking-clad legs up above her and with an arm under each knee pulled them back, so her base, with her heels, were either side of her mind, exposing her genius clad cave as an inviting target for him to enter again, looking up she asked for more lube.

It transfixed Bob, she was stunning, and her disastrous senior high hound were a real routine on with the grim 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 monumental erotic turn on, being attached to Anita.

He poured some more lube on both him and her virtuoso winking cavum, but also onto her half flaccid warm sausage, leaning in close, engaging the tip of his stiff rod to her relaxing cavity and pushed. This meter he just popped straight in, Anita gasped and kept her oral fissure unresolved, her optic on him.

As he continued to slide in rich she nodded in commendation, her backtalk undetermined, gasping. Bob slid in and out, initially slow and long, then increasing his pacing"oh, oh, oh, delight, hard"Anita pleaded with her eyes locked on him.

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

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

It turned Bob on, exciting this beautiful Edward Young woman's dick throbbing into unshakable life, slowly reaching for the sky. He increased both his clench on it and the length of his stroke of his handwriting along its length. He stroked her in clip with pulsating his own dick into her Anita was now grunting rhythmically with each jab"umph, umph, umph ”, back talk subject, center begging him to drive deeper and gruelling inside her.

Bob could feel that sensation in his own balls and stiff rod he was right on the bound of coming. He raised the pace again, now bouncing off her buttocks with a resounding slap. He sped up his wanking of Anita to repeat prison term on her now fully erect extremity in his loaded hold. After yr of practice bob knew that this would feel enceinte for her.

Anita's eyes were almost rolling round the back of her head in ecstasy, rima oris spread"yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck me daddy."

Then just as Bob thought that was his limit, he felt her hump tunnel muscleman grip him nasty, Anita squealed"Fuuuuuuuuck Yeeeeeeesss"as a huge narrow rope of cum spurt from Anita's own tip and she gave a yelp of joy"wooooooohh ”, as another huge roofy of cum looped in the air. With his thumb and index finger, he squeezed the lastly drip of cum out of Anita and released his detention on her deflating rod.

This was too much for Bob, feeling that familiar pressure surging from his egg, watching her breasts leaping, seeing her orgasmic pleasure proven by her released cum all on her stomach and breast was too practically, he released his own volcano into her, driving his penis deep into her and feeling its dismissal and it was his act to vocalise his pleasure"yeeeeahhhhhhhhhaaa ”.

Bob pressed his tool into her as long as potential, then as his spent rod deflated he, he held the base end of his safe and withdrew, rhapsodic that he had given Anita such a climactic climax, looking down at her beaming, grinning face.

Just as he was about to just strip down the condom off, Anita's sat up, her hands came over and slipped it off for him, not losing a drop-off, inverted it and squeezed his cum out, running her fingers from the mammilla to open-end, pouring it into her out-of-doors mouth, 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 fourth dimension disgusted with himself, not believing he was enjoying this, as it went against every red-blooded male cell in his consistence. Now not bothered about the ethics or the taste of cum, he lapped with his tongue at her cum all over her breasts and stomach, having to swallow up it down.

Anita wrapped her free pegleg behind him and pulled him over onto her, causing them to hang onto the bed, the duad of them kissing and laughing.

They hugged, both all sticky and sweaty, Bob exhausted drifted off to sleep whilst still stroking the modest 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 making love I have to go, there is only so much I can explain to the married woman ”, he grabbed his gear, returned to kiss her and promise to see her in the dawn and almost ran across Town back to his apartment.

He convinced his wife he had met up with some laddie on a stag do, that got him into a foam nine party, so he could explicate the subsequently hour and the cascade with his clothes on, washing away any cum stains.

To Be Continued *******