Looking into the bedroom, Anita was gathering up a towel, sunglasses, hat & sun cream, then waved her purse, and they walked to the door.Just before o...ening the door, Anita turned bob around to French kiss him lovingly “last kiss, as it won’t look good in public for daddy and daughter to be kissing like that”.They found a nice café and ordered a light breakfast. Chatting lightly in the sun then walked down the beach to find the surf school.Bob couldn’t believe the looks Anita was getting from. I aggressively reiterated, “You wanted me to fuck you this whole time didn’t you!?”. With her eyes closed and her back arched she said, “Yes! I wanted this black dick so bad baby!”. Without a word I pushed her head to the cushion and repositioned my other hand up her shirt to play with her tits and pounded her harder than ever! Her moans and grunts turned into muffled screams against the cushion. I moved both hands back to her pale jiggling ass and fucked her as hard and fast as I could! By now. Sometimes these were fairy tales, or morality plays, but sometimes actualhistory was shared by one person telling another, passing the story downthrough time until some bright person finally writes it down. Many of thosestories have sadly been lost, so it's not impossible something like thetale I'm about to share really happened.You young ones want to hear about Annia do you?I'll tell you but you have to promise to pass it on.Promise?All right then. This is the story my mother told me, and when. He was gentle and patient and soon it was me grunting through gritted teeth. He had stopped moaning and was just concentrating.Then he slowed down and I kinda hoped he was gonna cum but he did not. It was unpleasant for me but I remember thinking “good it’s over” but it was not. He slowed right down and stopped me from moving with his hands. Then he pulled himself all the way and held there for a bit. He placed the tip of his cock in my gaping opening and pushed again and vanished inside me..