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You know what is good about being old ? You don't have to worry about what hoi polloi think of you. After nearly thirty yr of matrimony there isn't that force per unit area to do, or even try to impress or obtain results from new relationships.

This self-assurance of his age had brought Bob to this cheap busy beach side pop up bar, plus it gave a bully sentiment across the beach. He had chosen a quiet stool location to sit alone high up at a shallow table window cill, on the short side of the ` L'shaped inside bar. This view included the chemical group of millennials partying on the veranda below. So whilst up out of the noise, hustle and ado he could still crowd watch, soaking up their ambience whilst also quietly sip a beer, check electronic mail, text edition and Face book posts on his old wise phone.

Bob was quietly enjoying himself. There were still surfers out in the wafture, menage on the beach for a late pass and dog go-cart. He could exploit out the top dog drinkers, participant, social dancer and romancers in the cub drinking below, plus the girls, all exhibiting traits he and his mates all had seen and experienced in the past.

Slightly jealous of the Thomas Young 20'something gent, maybe a little relieved, no longer having the pressures of performing to impress married person or to court of law girls, although unlike them Bob had never had a real holiday Latinian language in all his 55 yr, he lamented.

A woman brushed passed behind him to compact into the even more isolated smudge in the nook, against the wall on his left field. Bob looked troll to smile. She was a gracious thin bod, wore a nice close tally dark tee shirt, with a short yellow platted summertime skirt suspension over a Nice tight bum.

She rested her soft drink and mobile phone down on the far end of the window cill, propping herself on the hold out potty. She avoided any eye liaison, her red hair with purple gloss high spot draped over black-rimmed glasses, hiding her eyes. Once settled, she didn't really look up at the aspect, just looked down and scrolled through her earpiece screen.

She appeared to be in her early 20, her irreverent breasts not overly great but dainty, trying to burst their way out of her tight T-shirt. Bob would consume liked to have guessed their size, but he didn't even know his wife's bra size, so had no gauge to compare them against.

Bob's attention returned to his drink, the vista and a tall blonde who had just appeared into view, walking her niggling dog down the road to the beach. She was wearing those long gym knickers that showed off a pert dyad of derriere and lovely athletic legs.

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

She now had her school principal in her helping hand, murmuring to herself, in a quiet whisper that Bob couldn't hear. Her tincture was angriness towards herself. He caught the odd"Why ..."and"again."

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

As a Loretta Young man Bob couldn't talk to pretty daughter, his tongue would just get in the way ; he could barely blurt out a few words in fright, let alone a full sentence. Now at his age he just had to think and Book just tumbled out.

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

Her specs that were the character you expect teachers or white lab coat wearing scientists in makeup adverts to wear out. They were propped up on a endearing button nose, with nose and cheeks speckled with freckles that confirmed she was a genuine red head.

Anita was used to being pestered and usually she enjoyed the attention, although tonight was the exclusion 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 real long-term Quaker. So she was used to adapting to new friendly relationship, just like switching television groove, to chase the next kinship fix, no matter how shoal or superfluous.

Her temperament changed and relaxed as soon as she caught sight of him, Bob seemed that perfect rubber non-threatening channel breaker to pause on and see if the program was worth watching.

Bob interpreted that softening in her public eye as an opportunity to stay on."Sorry, that was my best chat up line, if you want to babble out, glad to. You don't have to tell me your bother, 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 chaffer about Mr. Red Shirt down there, that is obviously mad about his best mate Mr. Liverpool shirt and not his girl ally ?"Bob persevered.

She blurted out a muffle laugh, brushed her fringe back and looked down to the veranda, trying to encounter"Mr. Red Shirt ”.

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

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

She held her mitt out, and they lightly shook. She had soft nerveless hands compared to Bob's big raspy builder's bridge player. She even smiled Bob thought she was a adorable pretty twenty-something.

"He's down there on the right wing with a young woman in a chickenhearted top seems to be with him, but he is touching his match at every opportunity. Obviously he would rather scourge Mr. Liverpool shirt before Miss yellow dress."explained Bob.

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

"That I am, splendid with early multitude's relationships, 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, for the first time chance to talk to some lovely bird and you mention the wife - you've just given her a insensate exhibitor ’.

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

"6 foot under the terrace back family, no that's the ex."Bob joked, hoping to lighten the conversation.

"No honestly, she can ache 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 speak about your bad news show ?"Bob pressed.

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

Bob laughed and she blushed and explained ...

"My latest nonstarter of a prospicient line of failure, I thought this was it after several months and for once I had a kinship, 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 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 unwitting of innovative sexuality he was still shocked to detect such a peach as this to be a lesbian. Not his archetypical picture of a dike, man-hating bearded lady, but the one actually sat adjacent to him having a conversation.

"fountainhead, I am Bi-sexual, I love both genders and a few in-between,"she smiled, wondering if she could razz the player in Bob out into the open, to break any hidden desires and possibly change the track of the eve, she then whispered,"but I do hump a good corpse cock,"giving Bob a wry smile.

Now it was Bob's turn to redden, although after a life of mixing with extrovert rockers, this comment wasn't untoward nor out of character for some of his booster. But it stirred his own dick, with just the thought of it.

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

Bob had nearly finished his potable, drained it and lifted the empty Methedrine to offer"would you like one ?"

"I wasn't going to"she raised her cushy drinkable to show him."I'm not a big imbiber, in the past it has led down bad paths that I am trying not to go down again, but as it is you and I am feeling happier, thanks, I'll have a Mumbai gin and fresh"she beamed in reply.

Bob got up and went to the long end of the bar, got the bartender's tending and ordered. Whilst waiting he looked back at Anita, jeez she was lovely, her hair flowed nicely down her shoulder. He was pleased to see she was trying to sort herself out, wrinkle open and playing with physical composition and checking herself out in a summary mirror, so hopefully she was feeling a fiddling better about herself.

Anita thought she would rest and mouth, Bob wasn't the number 1 married man to rent with her. She could wait and see how tenacious it would be before he tried to fumble her in the corner or intimate a knee trembler in the car park. It was her advantageously selection for entertainment at the minute.

Although he was nice and being sweet to her, with a echt involvement in her, her input on liking clay putz hadn't alteration his tack of conversation, nor had he turned into a creepy, groping madman, so she decided to stay on this detail pleasant channel surfed TV station.

Bob returned and placed the potable down, penny-pinching together, so he could pull his fecal matter closer to her. The sun was very low on the horizon and even with the bar fairy lights on, they were in a twilight glow.

Bob looked down at the veranda again"Anita, forget the ex, there are plenty more fish in the sea, Miss yellow attire may look 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 easy, surely even when you were young it wasn't leisurely to pull, even as a catch like you ?"replied Anita smiling.

"No you are right, my chat-up contrast were always corny, I was never lucky- until I met my wife Sue."he replied"but surely there are lodge, chat rooms, single dating apps that will get you in touch modality with former people 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 additional baggage"answered Anita, grasping his amphetamine arm in a brief hug.

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

"What you need is a fresh start to like yourself, and person will like you too, that is what Sue used to tell her ally,"Bob said, trying to sound as sympathetic as possible.

Bob and Anita continued to get on famously as the evening wore on, their conversation covering a wide range of topics. She enjoyed being with a father fig that she never had, and he enjoyed her attention. They shared a usual sense of wittiness despite the multiplication gap.

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

She stood up ; Bob nodded and finished his pint, turning so he could watch her base on balls away. A few step down the bar she turned to captivate him watching her, cheekily smiled and wagged her finger at him, like a risque boy, then continued on once she saw him blush.

She had a lovely slim hour glass embodiment, her hip and bird swaying with each stride. Bob lamented his older age, if only he was young and she found him attractive.

She returned with a tray of 6 shot glasses, placed the tray between them, sat down and offered Bob one, as he took it she picked up one toasting Bob"here's to you Sponge Bob and the sun going down"grinned as she downed it in one.

Now darker with the bar just dimly lit by the cheap fairy lights they were in the phantasma, the music had crept up louder, multitude were coming and going off to clubs.

Bob and Anita chatted on whilst Bob pointing out sexy noblewoman or what he thought may be hunky men as they passed, often with Anita making visible light comical appreciative"Phworrr"randomness, leaving them both chuckling.

During one train of thought of conversation she accidentally called him pa, which he found a little discerning, but Bob did secretly like it. He and Anita got on to hand-holding, arm fondling terms, gradually increasing with frequency, as they sipped their way through the shots, as they giggled at their own sarcastic jest, often at former people's disbursement.

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

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

"But you are stunning, your hair, your torso, especially with those freckles,"defended Bob grinning at her.

Anita couldn't believe her luck he really was so genuinely dependable, he really was just talking to her for conversation. There was no groping or innuendo ; he was open about his desire for his wife. It was cherubic how he tried to cheer her up by playing cupid with her now being single. His patriarchal aid and conversation made her flavour the vacuum of that relationship she never had. Strangely, she wanted to parcel her privy with him, to acquire his commendation and paternal support.

Anita leaned closer and her one hand lightly took Bob's left bridge player and drew it down between her branch, under her skirt to her crotch, Bob felt her script violin with her underwear and then a minor hobble warmly cocktail blimp like member dropped into his fingers.

She looked at him, eyebrows 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 cock, let alone a beautiful woman with a wilted cocktail sausage balloon. Not knowing what to do, curiosity took hold, and he started twiddling his finger around the small flaccid dick that was now slowly waking up, like he was checking it was what he thought it was.

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

Gently rolling her growing peter in his digit, whist still a footling in daze, he took it in between his thumb and 2 fingers, whilst growing but still limp, sliding his finger up and down along its growing length.

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

The warm hobble unretentive sausage balloon continued to grow and make full with blood line. He could soon roll up his hand around it and just lightly twitch 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 untried woman.

"ahem, well I never expected that"said Bob as he now released his cargo deck on her and withdrew his paw"I can see how that constitutes extra luggage - Not that it is bad, but I think I understand your dilemma now."

Bob went on,"So for an old flatus, what is the right on term, you know ? Are you gay, lesbian, transgender or cross dresser, I have noticed those aren't just socks stuffed down there"as he nodded to her breasts.

Anita smiled"Trans cleaning woman is one but I like T-girl. I was born a boy, growing up without parents around, just me and my sister I found I only fitted in with miss. I loved their interests ; I fancied former son, the smell of her clothes and underclothes, which she caught me wearing her best lingerie when young. sooner than her getting angry and ridiculing me, she supported me, helped me with sizing apparel, makeup, discussed other boys but also helped me to know my body. I got some drugs to blockade the testosterone and grow breast. I live my animation as a cleaning woman but I just can't miss that last matter. I do just lie with both mine and other men's hammer. I have managed to preserve some money along the way for some light surgery to help and fine-tune things to turn 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 stakes, as she flicked with her phone and showed Bob the screen.

The beginning photo was stunning ; she was naked wearing full black suspender, see-through Vee plunging drawers, black vapourous low cut bra, no specs, with a"seed hither"look.

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

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

"You like what you see ?"Anita quizzed, asking for establishment 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 plans for tomorrow ? I'm gratis"

Anita smiled, gave the head of his dick one last voiced squeeze and withdrew her script"well part of my program to be Thomas More convinced is to do more outdoor stuff, so I had looked at surfing object lesson ; I've never swum in the sea, let alone surfed.

I checked out the surf schooltime this afternoon, but was too skittish to leger anything ; the one I liked said they had availability from 11am tomorrow. They do the cause hire, boards and lessons all in."

Bob smiled and turned to her"right that is a date then, I can get around by your berth at 9, we can both have breakfast then have surf example together. I've only body boarded but not full phase of the moon surfing, so you can't back out and I can be there for support ... Come on Anita"Bob clapped his hands lightly in a mock football chant,"Anita surf those waves."

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

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

"Today has been aroused, so I am glad you were here to jaw with me, it's been lovely outlay time with my pappa and tomorrow would just be divine. I assume you are going to walk me home and then you'll know where to notice me ?"

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

Anita's holiday apartment was the other side of Town to Bob's. Once there Anita invited Bob in for a cup of tea or coffee bean, which he accepted, guessing it means the Saami 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 plateful for him, he would take her. But he didn't know why, was his desire for some verboten fruit, or just an usable vessel, or to help her, repair her deprivation in a protective embracing, or just a late mid lifetime crisis. He just didn't know, except he did lust after her and wanted carnal knowledge of her body.

Anita let him in and showed him around the courteous holiday apartment, with one sleeping accommodation reasonably sized with lav and kitchenette in the sofa where she left him and disappeared.

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

"So what do you intend ?"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 black lacing stockings that accentuated her leg length as they sat high up, almost to her crotch with self-holding tops, hip high black vapourous drawers that dove in a vee to her penis, which was only just tucked in what little material there was at the base of the vee. She wore a lightlessness gossamer bra, which gave her quite a cleavage, revealing Nice pert pap through the pattern.

"ahem"Bob cleared his throat, as his member throbbed into life, then to give him time to necessitate it all in"give us a twisting infant doll"( a terminal figure he would never use with his wife Sue ).

She stepped into the waiting room, raised her arms up above her point clasping her script together, revealing her shaved axilla, in fact excluding her pilus, there was not a single hair on the remainder of her body as she slowly rotated, exaggerating her hip as her weight unit shifted from one foot to the other, that Bob could now see were in 4"heights bright black heeled shoes.

Her drawers were open at the seat, with two strap coming from each hip at the waistline, down, round each cheek, cupping them, to disappear in between her legs to her genitals, showing off her beautifully exposed rounded rear.

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

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

Anita smiled and rotated to face him and stepped across the way to him, as if she were on a fashion cat walk. Her arms dropped and her hands reached out to undo his belt, waist button then zip, pulling his shorts as across-the-board as potential, reached in, she held his member loosely with one hired man and pushed his bagger and shorts down enough to release his throbbing member from its confines.

"pop has been so good to his dough child doll, she wants to reward him"she whispered as her backtalk touched his and softly kissed him. Her hand softly stroked his hawkshaw, 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 hand on his shaft hard at the base. He felt her sassing, cool and moistness as they landed on the skin at the end of his stiff light beam, wrapping her oral cavity around his jigaboo end, gradually sinking her oral cavity down his shaft, he could feel her spit warmly licking him inside her mouth.

Bob gasped, not having had a blow job since long before Sue. This was unlikely. He watched and felt her suck, lap and lubricate his putz with her warm spit, running her mouth up and down it, in prison term with her thumb and forefinger masturbating him. He watched her foreland bobbing up and down on his now wet steadfast rod ; he laid his work force on her head, enjoying it. She sped up with her free hand, lightly stroking his balls.

Feeling the associate 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 run off it. After all that drink I'll barely make one shot, I want to have more of you"stated Bob, knowing that at this lately hr, as tipsy drunkard as he was, if he came, it would be game over and there was Sir Thomas More for them both to enjoy, he didn't want just a late night blow job or helping hand shandygaff, he wanted to be inside her, to taunt her, for her to enjoy him and his manhood.

She pulled discharge, stood up fully, now slightly eminent on her dog, and wrapped her hand around his dick hard."Come with me big boy"as she led him out, through the hall, to the bedroom using his hawkshaw as a lead, holding on tight, walking that cat paseo ...

Bob could receive come then, but was trying hard to recall of anything to quell the steaming volcano in his balls ...

The bedchamber was goodish 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 tegument habilitate tip of his erect pole and using her oral cavity unrolled it on his clay slam.

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

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

She rolled over, face down, beautiful buttocks up in the air, legs straight person but spread apart. Her feet still in her high-heeled shoes planted broad apart on the base, pulling her face apart with her mitt to expose her tintinnabulation that was now calling to Bob. Bob took the bottle, poured some gel into her face scissure and with his fingers guided it to her tight jump ring below.

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

Bob gently circled his finger's breadth around her ring, dribbling some more lubricant in the lilliputian crater. Slowly, he dipped his one digit in.

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

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

"Mmmmmm that's decent, so dainty, now try it with your magic baton, daddy I want your conjuring trick scepter inside me"

Bob pulled his digit slowly out, dropped some more lubricant on his prophylactic and laid his cock's head at her target star's opening that was calling him to enter. As he saw her sinew star relax he pushed, but no lot, so he used some support from his hand, guiding and pushing slightly down into her with his finger, until his headspring squeezed, entering slowly, then to vanish as it popped in.

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

Bob slowly pushed deeper in. Boy, this was mean, wrapped around him like a plastered baseball mitt several sizes too minor. Anita also pushed back, still gasping.

Bob tried to be as appease as possible, not knowing whether he was doing right or wrong, for him it was excitingly erotic, it was forbidden fruit. He now knew why people raved about anal retentive sex ; her arse was a monumental bend on, just so corking beneath him as he watched himself sliding in and out. Her underwear just added to the airiness. It was getting gentle, and he was getting into his stride.

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

"Oh, it's been so long since I've had a courteous corpse cock inside me"Anita said"it's so much better than a coldness strap-on ”. Hoping he could last and maybe manage a bit jibe, it disappointed her not having him cum in her mouth.

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

"Ohhhh yeessss"Anita gasped,"that is so a good deal better, I want to see you delight me, the like 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 grinning on her face, removed her bra to resign her bouncing impertinent boob, led on her back, raised her stocking-clad peg up above her and with an arm under each knee pulled them back, so her fundament, with her heels, were either side of meat of her head, exposing her star clad cave as an inviting target for him to insert again, looking up she asked for more lube.

It transfixed Bob, she was stunning, and her black high up heels were a real turn on with the black underwear.

Although he was unaccustomed to seeing another half-inflated flaccid member beneath him lying on her belly to one side, he also found it a massive erotic twist on, being attached to Anita.

He poured some more lubricator on both him and her virtuoso blink cavity, but also onto her one-half flaccid warm sausage, leaning in close, engaging the tip of his stiff rod to her loose cavity and pushed. This clip he just popped straight in, Anita gasped and kept her mouth opened, her eyes on him.

As he continued to slide in deeply she nodded in approval, her rima oris open, gasping. Bob slid in and out, initially slow and long, then increasing his pacing"oh, oh, oh, please, operose"Anita pleaded with her eyes locked on him.

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

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

It turned Bob on, exciting this beautiful young woman's cock throbbing into starchy lifespan, slowly reaching for the sky. He increased both his detention on it and the duration of his stroke of his mitt along its length. He stroked her in time with pulsating his own dick into her Anita was now grunting rhythmically with each thrust"umph, umph, umph ”, sassing out-of-doors, eyes begging him to labor inscrutable and heavily inside her.

Bob could feel that sensation in his own balls and stiff rod he was right on the edge of coming. He raised the tempo again, now bouncing off her arse with a resounding smack. He sped up his wanking of Anita to double over sentence on her now fully erect fellow member in his tight bobby pin. After years of praxis bob knew that this would sense majuscule for her.

Anita's eyes were almost rolling round the dorsum of her drumhead in ecstasy, mouth open"yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck me daddy."

Then just as Bob thought that was his demarcation line, he felt her love tunnel sinew grip him squiffy, Anita squealed"Fuuuuuuuuck Yeeeeeeesss"as a huge narrow roofy of cum squirt from Anita's own tip and she gave a yelp of pleasure"wooooooohh ”, as another huge rope of cum looped in the air. With his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed the last dripping of cum out of Anita and released his hold on her deflating rod.

This was too a good deal for Bob, feeling that comrade pressure surging from his clod, watching her breasts bounce, seeing her orgasmic delight proven by her released cum all on her stomach and breasts was too very much, he released his own vent into her, driving his member deep into her and feeling its departure and it was his number to vocalize his joy"yeeeeahhhhhhhhhaaa ”.

Bob pressed his shaft into her as long as possible, then as his spent rod deflated he, he held the base end of his condom and withdrew, ecstatic that he had given Anita such a climactic sexual 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 cliff, inverted it and squeezed his cum out, running her digit from the teat to open-end, pouring it into her subject oral fissure, 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 metre disgusted with himself, not believing he was enjoying this, as it went against every hearty male cell in his body. Now not bothered about the moral principle or the tasting of cum, he lapped with his tongue at her cum all over her knocker and stomach, having to unsay it down.

Anita wrapped her gratuitous legs behind him and pulled him over onto her, causing them to fall 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 small 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 excuse to the wife ”, he grabbed his gear, returned to osculate her and promise to see her in the morning and almost ran across town back to his apartment.

He convinced his wife he had met up with some lads on a stag do, that got him into a froth order party, so he could excuse the later hour and the shower with his clothes on, washing away any cum stains.

To Be Continued *******