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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 thirty geezerhood of marriage there isn't that pressure to perform, or even try to strike or obtain results from new family relationship.

This confidence of his age had brought Bob to this tatty busy beach side of meat pop up bar, plus it gave a dandy view across the beach. He had chosen a repose BM spatial relation to sit alone high up at a shoal table window cill, on the short side of the ` L'shaped inside bar. This view included the radical of millennials partying on the veranda below. So whilst up out of the haphazardness, hustle and flurry he could still crowd spotter, soaking up their atmosphere whilst also quietly sip a beer, stop emails, text edition and Face book posts on his old smart telephone set.

Bob was quietly enjoying himself. There were still surfers out in the waves, families on the beach for a late walk and dog walkers. He could put to work out the top dog drinkers, participant, dancers and romancers in the lads drinking below, plus the female child, 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 relieved, no longer having the atmospheric pressure of performing to impress mates or to courtyard girls, although unlike them Bob had never had a actual holiday romance in all his 55 twelvemonth, he lamented.

A cleaning lady brushed passed behind him to squeeze into the even more apart spot in the nook, against the wall on his left. Bob looked unit of ammunition to smile. She was a prissy thin shape, wore a Nice close fitting fateful T-shirt, with a short yellowness platted summer bird hanging over a nice wet bum.

She rested her soft drink and Mobile River phone down on the far end of the window cill, propping herself on the last fecal matter. She avoided any eye physical contact, her red hair's-breadth with purpurate gloss highlighting draped over black-rimmed glasses, hiding her centre. Once settled, she didn't really look up at the scene, just looked down and scrolled through her phone screen.

She appeared to be in her other twenty, her pert boob not overly expectant but nice, trying to abound their way out of her compressed T-shirt. Bob would have liked to suffer guessed their size, but he didn't even know his married woman's bra size, so had no calibre to compare them against.

Bob's tending returned to his beverage, the view and a tall blond who had just appeared into sentiment, walking her petty dog down the road to the beach. She was wearing those long gym pant that showed off a pert distich of rear end and lovely gymnastic legs.

After a shortly while, Bob heard a stifled sob to his left. He glanced across to confirm it was the woman sat in the recession. At first he ignored it, as she obviously didn't want impinging. But by the tierce stifled bubble sob, he thought he should ; she was obviously upset.

She now had her head word in her hands, murmuring to herself, in a quiet rustle that Bob couldn't hear. Her whole step was ire towards herself. He caught the odd"Why ..."and"again."

"Hi, I'm Bob, are you ok ? Lovely weather we're having"Bob just couldn't resist trying to amend his evening with a slight illumine conversation with a young cleaning lady and hopefully improve hers.

As a young man Bob couldn't talking to pretty girls, his lingua would just get in the way ; he could barely ejaculate out a few words in reverence, let alone a entire time. Now at his age he just had to call back and Bible just tumbled out.

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

Her Methedrine that were the type you expect instructor or ashen lab pelage wearing scientists in composition adverts to wear. They were propped up on a lovely push olfactory organ, with nuzzle and cheek speckled with freckle that confirmed she was a true red head.

Anita was used to being pestered and usually she enjoyed the attention, although tonight was the exception as she wanted to be left alone. But she was also used to living in the second, taking what was in front of her as she didn't have any actual long-term friends. So she was used to adapting to new friendship, just like switching television line, to chase the next kinship fix, no matter how shallow or superfluous.

Her disposition changed and relaxed as soon as she caught muckle of him, Bob seemed that perfect safe non-threatening canal breakers to break on and see if the program was worth watching.

Bob interpreted that softening in her glare as an chance to continue."Sorry, that was my best chat up line of business, if you want to let the cat out of the bag, well-chosen to. You don't have to tell me your bother, but with me being a alien I will be none the wiser and you will know your arcanum will be safety with me. Or we could just chat about Mr. Red Shirt down there, that is obviously mad about his best mate Mr. Liverpool shirt and not his young lady friend ?"Bob persevered.

She blurted out a smothered laugh, brushed her bang back and looked down to the gallery, trying to find"Mr. Red Shirt ”.

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

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

She held her script out, and they lightly shook. She had soft assuredness paw compared to Bob's big raspy builder's manus. She even smiled Bob thought she was a lovely pretty twenty-something.

"He's down there on the rightfield with a girl in a scandalmongering top seems to be with him, but he is touching his mate at every opportunity. Obviously he would rather ravage Mr. Liverpool shirt before Miss yellow dress."explained Bob.

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

"That I am, magnificent with former multitude's human 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 fuck's sake bob, first chance to tattle to some pin-up bird 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 can closer, Bob seeing that as approval.

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

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

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

Anita looked back at Bob and smiled"As it's you and you may be able to do me a good deal on a patio"her eyes sparkled.

Bob laughed and she blushed and explained ...

"My latest bankruptcy of a farseeing line of credit of failures, I thought this was it after several month and for once I had a family relationship, mortal who loved me for what I am, but she arranged for her ex-boyfriend to just happen to be here with his better half and tried to get me tangled, I kicked her out of the holiday flat yesterday. That was a text dumping me and assassinating me with all my traits and bad habits."

"She ?"blurted Bob"oh, sorry ”, whilst not completely ignorant of forward-looking sexuality he was still shocked to get hold such a smasher as this to be a Lesbian. Not his archetypical picture of a butch, man-hating bearded gentlewoman, but the one actually sat next to him having a conversation.

"well, I am Bi-sexual, I love both genders and a few in-between,"she smiled, wondering if she could tease the player in Bob out into the undecided, to expose any conceal desires and possibly transfer the class of the evening, she then whispered,"but I do love a good stiff stopcock,"giving Bob a wry smile.

Now it was Bob's turn to flush, although after a life-time of mixing with extravertive rockers, this comment wasn't untoward nor out of character for some of his admirer. But it stirred his own hawkshaw, with just the thought of it.

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

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

"I wasn't going to"she raised her soft boozing to point him."I'm not a big toper, in the past it has led down bad way that I am trying not to go down again, but as it is you and I am feeling happier, thanks, I'll have a Mumbai gin and soda water"she beamed in reply.

Bob got up and went to the long end of the bar, got the bartender's attention and ordered. Whilst waiting he looked back at Anita, jeez she was lovely, her haircloth flowed nicely down her shoulders. He was pleased to see she was trying to sort herself out, purse open and playing with makeup and checking herself out in a bundle mirror, so hopefully she was feeling a little better about herself.

Anita thought she would bide and talk, Bob wasn't the for the first time conjoin man to engage with her. She could expect and see how long it would be before he tried to grope her in the turning point or hint a knee quaker in the car ballpark. It was her best option for entertainment at the moment.

Although he was nice and being scented to her, with a literal interest in her, her input on liking strong tool hadn't change his tack of conversation, nor had he turned into a creepy, groping madman, so she decided to rest on this particular pleasant TV channel surfed TV station.

Bob returned and placed the drinks down, close-fitting together, so he could force his stool closer to her. The sun was very low on the horizon and even with the bar fairy Christ Within on, they were in a nightfall glow.

Bob looked down at the veranda again"Anita, block the ex, there are plenty more Fish in the sea, girl Yellow Dress may wait 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 well-heeled, surely even when you were young it wasn't well-situated to get out, even as a catch like you ?"replied Anita smiling.

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

"It's not as gentle as that, as I am also carrying a bit of special baggage"answered Anita, grasping his speed arm in a brief hug.

"Ok sorry, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, we can keep things light,"said Bob, trying not to drop off such a nice engagement.

"What you need is a fresh offset to care yourself, and someone will like you too, that is what Sue used to tell her booster,"Bob said, trying to vocalize as sympathetic as possible.

Bob and Anita continued to get on famously as the eve wore on, their conversation covering a wide range of topics. She enjoyed being with a Father of the Church figure that she never had, and he enjoyed her attention. They shared a vernacular sensory faculty of humour despite the generation gap.

Anita giggled as she finished her gin"come on Bob drink up I'll buy this time, so you won't feel insecure. Do you see some crack ; 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 walk away. A few steps down the bar she turned to catch him watching her, cheekily smiled and wagged her digit at him, like a naughty boy, then continued on once she saw him blush.

She had a lovely thin 60 minutes glass shape, her hip and skirt swaying with each pace. Bob lamented his older age, if only he was jr. and she found him attractive.

She returned with a tray of 6 snap field glass, 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 chintzy fairy lights they were in the darkness, the music had crept up louder, people were coming and going off to clubs.

Bob and Anita chatted on whilst Bob pointing out aphrodisiac lady or what he thought may be hunky men as they passed, often with Anita making ignite comical appreciative"Phworrr"randomness, 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 fondling full term, gradually increasing with frequency, as they sipped their way through the shots, as they giggled at their own sarcastic trick, often at other people's expense.

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

"I wish it was as round-eyed as that Bob,"said Anita"I wish I could explicate ”.

"But you are stunning, your hair's-breadth, your consistence, especially with those freckles,"defended Bob grinning at her.

Anita couldn't believe her circumstances he really was so genuinely honorable, he really was just talking to her for conversation. There was no groping or innuendo ; he was open about his desire for his married woman. It was unfermented how he tried to hearten her up by playing cupid with her now being single. His patriarchal care and conversation made her feel the void of that human relationship she never had. Strangely, she wanted to plowshare her mystic with him, to hit his approval and paternal support.

Anita leaned closer and her one script lightly took Bob's left hand and drew it down between her legs, under her wench to her crotch, Bob felt her manus fiddle with her underwear and then a small hitch warm cocktail sausage like fellow 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 hammer, let alone a beautiful cleaning lady with a limp cocktail sausage. Not knowing what to do, curiosity took clench, and he started twiddling his fingers around the lowly flaccid dick that was now slowly waking up, like he was checking it was what he thought it was.

Looking into her eyes, she was waiting for some kind of reply, but he didn't know what to say.

Gently rolling her growing dick in his fingers, short whist still a little in stupor, 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 eyebrow dropped, and a smile broke out. She leaned in and pecked him on the cheek.

The warm limp short blimp continued to grow and fill with blood. He could soon roll his hand around it and just lightly squash it, as he continued to stroke it.

Yes, it was what he thought it was, but unlike all his male computer 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 grip on her and withdrew his hired man"I can see how that constitutes supererogatory luggage - Not that it is bad, but I think I understand your dilemma now."

Bob went on,"So for an old fart, what is the rightfulness term, you know ? Are you gay, Lesbian, transgender or crossbreed dresser, 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 babe I found I only fitted in with girls. I loved their interest group ; I fancied other boys, the tactile property of her clothes and underwear, which she caught me wearing her best lingerie when Loretta Young. sort of than her getting angry and ridiculing me, she supported me, helped me with sizing dress, war paint, discussed other boys but also helped me to love my body. I got some drugs to block off the testosterone and grow breast. I live my life as a charwoman but I just can't fall back that end thing. I do just lie with both mine and other men's prick. I have managed to salve some money along the way for some visible light surgery to avail and tweak things to become what I wanted physically, but mentally it seems I am still not convinced 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 stakes, as she flicked with her telephone and showed Bob the screen.

The first base photo was stunning ; she was nude wearing full phase of the moon grim suspender, see-through Vee plunging breeches, shameful cobwebby low cut bra, no glasses, with a"come hither"look.

He flicked across a few more, some with penis tucked in or just poking out several scanty, the close one with her led on her back, with Anita looking down through her breast, between her branch high in the air ; dick loosely flopped to one incline and anus on full display.

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

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

"Do you need to ask, I think you are feeling the effect. Those are stunning picture, thanks."Bob said, as he handed back the earpiece"So what are the plans for tomorrow ? I'm give up"

Anita smiled, gave the drumhead of his gumshoe one last soft squeeze and withdrew her hand"Well part of my plan to be Sir Thomas More sure-footed is to do more outdoor stuff and nonsense, so I had looked at surfing lessons ; I've never swum in the sea, let alone surfed.

I checked out the surf schoolhouse this good afternoon, but was too nervous to al-Qur'an anything ; the one I liked said they had availability from 11am tomorrow. They do the suit of clothes hire, circuit board and lesson all in."

Bob smiled and turned to her"right that is a date then, I can sweep by your billet at 9, we can both receive breakfast then have surf moral together. I've only trunk boarded but not full surfboarding, so you can't back out and I can be there for bread and butter ... Come on Anita"Bob clapped his paw lightly in a mock football chant,"Anita surf those waves."

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

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

"Today has been emotional, so I am sword lily you were here to chitchat with me, it's been lovely spend prison term with my daddy and tomorrow would just be divine. I assume you are going to walk me domicile and then you'll know where to detect me ?"

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

Anita's vacation flat was the other side of townspeople to Bob's. Once there Anita invited Bob in for a cup of tea or umber, which he accepted, guessing it means the same today as it did when he was younger.

Bob wasn't surely 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 home for him, he would make her. But he didn't know why, was his desire for some forbidden fruit, or just an available vessel, or to help her, repair her loss in a protective embrace, or just a deep mid life crisis. He just didn't know, except he did lust after her and wanted carnal cognition of her body.

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

Bob filled & turned on the timpani, busying himself finding cups, Milk River and tea bags.

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

Stood there provocatively framed in the doorway, glasses gone, in black lace stockings that accentuated her leg duration as they sat senior high school up, almost to her crotch with self-holding tops, hip in high spirits Shirley Temple see-through knickers that dove in a vee to her penis, which was only just tucked in what fiddling material there was at the base of the vee. She wore a Black person see-through bra, which gave her quite a cleavage, revealing nice pert nipples through the pattern.

"Ahem"Bob cleared his throat, as his phallus throbbed into life, then to open him metre to rent it all in"give us a twirl sister doll"( a full term he would never use with his wife Sue ).

She stepped into the waiting area, raised her arms up above her pass clasping her hand together, revealing her trim armpits, in fact excluding her hair, there was not a single pilus on the relief of her body as she slowly rotated, exaggerating her hip as her weight shifted from one foundation to the other, that Bob could now see were in 4"high-pitched shining mordant heeled shoes.

Her knickers were open at the rear, with two straps coming from each hip at the shank, down, round each impertinence, cupping them, to disappear in between her pegleg to her genital organ, showing off her beautifully exposed rounded rear.

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

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

Anita smiled and rotated to face him and stepped across the room to him, as if she were on a manner cat walk. Her arm dropped and her paw reached out to undo his belt, waist button then zip, pulling his shorts as wide of the mark as possible, reached in, she held his penis loosely with one hired hand and pushed his boxers and shorts down enough to release his throbbing penis from its confines.

"dada has been so good to his sugar baby doll, she wants to honor him"she whispered as her mouth touched his and softly kissed him. Her handwriting 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 paw on his beam hard at the base. He felt her sassing, cool and damp as they landed on the cutis at the end of his remains peter, wrapping her mouth around his coon end, gradually sinking her mouth down his ray, he could feel her natural language warmly licking him inside her oral cavity.

Bob gasped, not having had a blow job since long before Sue. This was unbelievable. He watched and felt her suction, lap and lubricate his dick with her warm spittle, running her back talk up and down it, in time with her thumb and forefinger masturbating him. He watched her head bobbing up and down on his now wet plastered rod ; he laid his hands on her head, enjoying it. She sped up with her devoid hand, lightly stroking his balls.

Feeling the comrade twinge in his balls and shaft, he needed to warn her."I can feel I'm going to cum Anita if you continue, but I don't want to devastate it. After all that drink I'll barely make one shot, I want to have more of you"stated Bob, knowing that at this tardily hour, as tiddly drunk as he was, if he came, it would be plot over and there was more for them both to savor, he didn't privation just a latterly night nose candy job or hired hand shandygaff, he wanted to be inside her, to cod her, for her to enjoy him and his manhood.

She pulled crystallize, stood up fully, now slightly higher on her blackguard, and wrapped her paw around his dick hard."seminal fluid 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 have come then, but was trying difficult to cerebrate of anything to quell the steaming volcano in his glob ...

The chamber was healthy than when she first showed it to him ; she sat on the bed, picked up a condom that was already there, opened it, hung it on the skin clad tip of his erect pole and using her oral cavity unrolled it on his cadaver shaft.

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

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

She rolled over, face down, beautiful buttocks up in the air, legs straight but disperse apart. Her feet still in her high-heeled shoes planted wide apart on the floor, pulling her cheek apart with her mitt to expose her ring that was now calling to Bob. Bob took the bottle, poured some gel into her face crevice and with his fingers guided it to her pissed start ring below.

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

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

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

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

"Mmmmmm that's skillful, so decent, now try it with your magic wand, daddy I want your sorcerous wand inside me"

Bob pulled his fingers slowly out, dropped some more lube on his safety and laid his rooster's principal at her object asterisk's opening that was calling him to enter. As he saw her muscle mavin relax he pushed, but no luck, so he used some documentation 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 me daddy, deeper in pop, your sister bird needs you ”.

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

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

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

"Oh, it's been so foresightful since I've had a dainty stiff shaft inside me"Anita said"it's so much better than a inhuman strap-on ”. Hoping he could finale 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 unbelievable"answered Bob"but I want to see you enjoy it, can we do it with you on your back, so we're side to face ?"

"Ohhhh yeessss"Anita gasped,"that is so a lot bettor, I want to see you enjoy me, the same way you please me ”.

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

Anita rolled over with a huge grin on her side, removed her bra to release her bouncing pert boob, led on her back, raised her stocking-clad stage up above her and with an arm under each knee pulled them back, so her feet, with her bounder, were either position of her head, exposing her star clad cave as an inviting target area for him to go in again, looking up she asked for more lube.

It transfixed Bob, she was stunning, and her black high-pitched heels were a real turn on with the bootleg 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 titillating turn on, being attached to Anita.

He poured some more lubricating substance on both him and her star winking cavity, but also onto her half flaccid warm sausage balloon, leaning in close, engaging the tip of his corpse rod to her make relaxed tooth decay and pushed. This clock time he just popped straight in, Anita gasped and kept her lip undefendable, her eyes on him.

As he continued to slide in mysterious she nodded in approval, her mouth open, gasping. Bob slid in and out, initially slacken and long, then increasing his pace"oh, oh, oh, delight, harder"Anita pleaded with her eyes locked on him.

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

Bob leaned on her upturned thigh with one helping hand and his early script softly held her lubed limp tender 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 Loretta Young fair sex's cock throbbing into stiffer life, slowly reaching for the sky. He increased both his hold on it and the distance of his chance event of his hand along its length. He stroked her in clock time with pulsating his own putz into her Anita was now grunting rhythmically with each thrust"umph, umph, umph ”, sassing surface, centre begging him to take bass and harder inside her.

Bob could palpate that sense datum in his own balls and stiff rod he was right on the edge of coming. He raised the tempo again, now bouncing off her posterior with a resounding smack. He sped up his wanking of Anita to replicate meter on her now fully erect fellow member in his tight suitcase. After year of practice bob knew that this would feel great for her.

Anita's heart were almost rolling round the back of her head in XTC, rima oris open"yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck me daddy."

Then just as Bob thought that was his limit, he felt her love tunnel musculus grip him pixilated, Anita squealed"Fuuuuuuuuck Yeeeeeeesss"as a huge peg down roofy of cum spurt from Anita's own tip and she gave a yelp of pleasance"wooooooohh ”, as another huge R-2 of cum looped in the air. With his pollex and forefinger, he squeezed the terminal drip mold of cum out of Anita and released his storage area on her deflating rod.

This was too much for Bob, feeling that intimate pressure surging from his clump, watching her chest bounciness, seeing her orgasmic delight proven by her released cum all on her stomach and bosom was too a lot, he released his own volcano into her, driving his extremity deep into her and feeling its release and it was his go to vowelise his joy"yeeeeahhhhhhhhhaaa ”.

Bob pressed his shaft into her as long as potential, 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 climax, looking down at her beaming, grinning face.

Just as he was about to just peel the condom off, Anita's sat up, her hands came over and slipped it off for him, not losing a drib, inverted it and squeezed his cum out, running her digit from the nipple to open-end, pouring it into her open mouth, licking her lips grinning.

Bob was aghast but also massively turned on, leaning forward and French people kissed her, tasting his own cum whilst at the same time disgusted with himself, not believing he was enjoying this, as it went against every red-blooded Male cubicle in his body. Now not bothered about the ethics or the mouthful of cum, he lapped with his tongue at her cum all over her breasts and tummy, having to swallow up it down.

Anita wrapped her complimentary legs behind him and pulled him over onto her, causing them to diminish onto the bed, the pair of them kissing and laughing.

They hugged, both all sticky and sweaty, Bob exhausted drifted off to sleep whilst still stroking the humble 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 a great deal I can explain to the married woman ”, he grabbed his gear, returned to kiss her and promise to see her in the cockcrow and almost ran across townsfolk back to his apartment.

He convinced his married woman he had met up with some chap on a stag do, that got him into a foam ball club party, so he could explain the afterwards minute and the shower with his wearing apparel on, washing away any cum stains.

To Be Continued *******