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?Hey, wait for me!? I cried in mock, child-like distress at being left behind. I quickly pulled on my Peter Alexander pyjama shorts and my discarded T-shirt, disentangled myself from the white Sheridan bed sheets and ran to the top of the stairs. Michelle was already at the bottom and, as she turned to head off along the hallway, she paused and glanced approvingly at me. ?I see you made yourself presentable for breakfast.? She flashed her radiant smile at me and it damn near took my breath away. ?I couldn?t well come down naked, now could I?? I exclaimed in an overly flamboyant voice. ?Oh, I don?t know.? She retorted coyly and promptly pulled her white towelling dressing gown aside at the top, just enough to suggest she was naked beneath. It clung delightfully to her hidden curves. If it was not for the fact that she had drained me of my impregnating juices only a matter of minutes earlier, I knew I would have been sporting an erection then and there. ?Nice view,? I replied, as I slowly started my descent and ogled her cleavage. ?I?m glad you approve,? she said haughtily and skipped her way out from under my gaze. I ran down the remainder of the stairs, tripped on the last one and crashed into the wall adjacent. Laughing at my own clumsiness, I recovered and speedily made my way after my alluring host. When I entered the large open family room come lounge area, which also opened onto the kitchen, Michelle was nowhere to be seen. Knowing how to play such a game (it being a favourite with my daughter and I) I started to tread quietly toward the back door. I assumed she had slipped out and was hiding on the back deck somewhere. I gently pushed the door open. I listened intently, as well as scanning the peripherals, for any hint of where she might be. The back deck was clear so I doubled back and went into the lounge and back along the hall. ?Maybe the downstairs bathroom,? I thought. The door was ajar, which I assumed could have been a ruse, but as I entered, no Michelle. ?She does have home ground advantage. She is good at this though.? Back into the kitchen and on tip toe, I peered over the kitchen bench to see if she had done the obvious; simply bobbed down on the floor. That was too obvious though. Another blank. I wandered about downstairs for a few minutes looking high and low and listening for any foot fall coming from upstairs, just in case she had doubled back when I went outside. After a good five minutes I was starting to wonder if she had actually gone down into the backyard, although that did seem doubtful. I tip toed back into the kitchen and stopped near the refrigerator. ?Got you!? Her arms suddenly wrapped around my waist as she grabbed me from behind. ?Holy shit!? I cried. She had scared the day lights out of me. ?Where did you spring from?? ?The cupboard under the stairs,? she said triumphantly. ?I didn't realise you spooked so easily.? ?I am not good with surprises and well?? I laughed and felt a little embarrassed at the same time. ?Oh well, better luck next time.? She kissed me on the cheek and skipped passed into the kitchen. ?One egg or two?? ?How about I undo that robe of yours and scramble your eggs?? ?Ohhh,? she said, exaggerating a shocked demure look as she clamped her hand onto the top folds of her gown. ?What are you suggesting, Mr Ray. We are in the kitchen and the sun is out. One does not do those sort of things just anywhere, or at any time of day, for that matter.? ?Oh I think we could do all sorts of things?? ?I have a fry pan and I am not afraid to use it!? she retorted laughingly cutting me off. She held it over her right shoulder as if it were a baseball bat. Her gown gapped pleasingly and exposed her right breast. I pointed a finger and fixed my gaze on her erect nipple. Michelle quickly covered herself before we both broke into childish gales of laughter. ?Two please,? I finally replied, regaining my breath. ?Sunny side up if I may. Can I do anything?? ?You could make some tea or coffee.? ?Definitely tea for me. What would the lady of the house like?? ?Coffee, please.? She gushed is if she would die if coffee was not administered stat. We adjourned to the large table on the deck, the very place where our (sexual) relationship had begun. ?So what do you have in mind?? She beamed over the rim of her coffee cup and then checked her comment. ?For getting out of house, I mean.? ?I know you have a holiday unit near Narrabeen Beach?? ?Yes we do but we can?t go there. It?s rented out at present.? ?I didn?t mean we go there, sorry.? I took her hand and I placed it softly to my lips. ?Do you ever go further up the coast? Say, to Palm Beach?? ?No.? She seemed excited at the prospect and wiggled closer in her seat. ?We don't go anywhere further north. Simply because all we need is either in the unit or around the beach front. You know what I mean.? ?How about we take a drive up to Palm Beach? Maybe have a picnic lunch? Get out, just the two of us and make a day of it. We could even take some extra clothes, shoes and that, and stop later for dinner. Somewhere nice-ish.? ?What about Jonah?s for dinner?? ?Hmmm, it?s more of a lunch place, don?t you think?? I was hoping to change her mind. Johan?s was in Palm Beach, on the border with Whale Beach, which meant it was still good way from home. It was not just the drive though. If we had wine with our meal, I didn?t think either of us would relish the thought of running the risk of being caught for being over the limit. ?You don?t see the sun set over the water either because you?re facing east and an ocean view at night is basically like looking out into the inky darkness. I was thinking somewhere closer to the city. Something like Sails at McMahon?s Point or Ripples near Luna Park.? ?Ooohhh, that sounds excellent.? She paused, weighting up options in her mind. ?Ripples! I?ve never been there but I?ve heard about it.? ?Cool. Done,? I said, knocking on the table as if I where an auctioneer. ?Ripples should be the easier than Sails anyway. I don?t think we?ll need to book either, not this time of year.? We finished breakfast chatting intently about the upcoming music and it?s preparations, as well escort beylikdüzü (https://www.beylikduzuescord.com/) as the tour leader, Clare. However, we both could feel the excitement of our impending full day (and evening) together building. The thought of it, and the thought of having Michelle all to myself, was beyond belief. It made my heart pound hard in my chest just thinking about it.* We picked up the plates and cups and shuttled them back into the kitchen. I packed the dishwasher while Michelle tended to the pans; she preferred to hand wash them. As I moved about the kitchen I kept an eager eye on my robed lover. Especially the overlap of the garment that was just starting to gape again. Michelle was fully into getting the frying pans cleaned and had not noticed, or if she had, she was not wanting to adjust it. Briefly, I toyed with the idea of not doing anything more than completing the job at hand. It was a good hours drive to Palm Beach. However, as I glanced at the clock I decided a small delay was not going to cause any harm to our rudimentary plans. ?I feel like a banana,? I commented casually. ?May I?? ?Sure, help yourself.? ?Want one?? ?Maybe when I finish here,? she said not looking up. ?I?m trying to increase my intake of fresh fruit but of late I?ve been naughty and haven?t had any.? ?Good on you for at least recognising a dietary deficiency and doing something about it. Not many guys would do that, especially those in their teens.? I knew she was talking about her son and I empathised about my daughters? eating habits. I picked up a rather large banana; the skin was yellow with a hint of green still. ?Just the way I like it,? I thought to myself. ?Did you get one?? Michelle glanced over her shoulder to see if I had indeed helped myself. ?Wow, that is a big one!? She was still cleaning some cooking utensils that were not dishwasher safe with her hips pressed against the edge of the bench. However, I noticed a sly smile cross her face and a slight rocking in her stance as she moved her feet to about shoulder width apart. I took the bait; hook, line and sinker. My cock had risen to the occasion at the mere thought of what was concealed beneath her robe. I moved in behind my adorable host and gently pressed my length into the crease of her behind. She gasped aloud but continued her work. My left hand slowly slid up her back to her arm pit and, as it made contact with her arm, she moved it away from her body slightly allowing me to proceed forward to her breast. Michelle cooed softly as I cupped her breast through her robe and I slowly undulated my hips against her rounded bottom.* I had peeled the banana before moving closer to her body and as my hand slowly massaged her full globe I presented the banana in front of her face which she engulfed with her sensuous lips as if fellating a cock; no teeth. I was envious and wished it was my cock. My rapt eyes followed Michelle?s tongue and soft pink lips as they made love to the length of the banana. Visions from previous encounters with my beautiful lover jumped into my head, interspersed with these luscious slices of reality occurring right in front of me. While all this erotica took centre stage, and our immediate attention, my hand persisted with the stimulation of her bosom. Michelle?s mischievous sucking of the long piece of fruit, stimulated my imagination, not that I needed much encouragement in that area. The sexual charge of the moment was only enhanced by the anticipation we both felt. It seemed inevitable that Michelle?s licking play was a only prelude to something naughtier. ?You finished there?? I asked in a low, husky voice as I muzzled the nape of her neck. ?Hmmm, they can wait,? Michelle responded as she arched her back and inclined her head to give me further access to her long neck. ?How about I take you to the lounge?? I whispered. ?You won?t get any argument from me.? She breathed softly as she took her mouth off the banana and kissed me fully on the lips. ?Let me show you the way.? Teasingly, she stepped away from me and started to back toward the nearest of the two light grey three seater lounges. As she backed her way slowly, yet maintaining eye contact, she deftly let her robe seductively fall open. The upper hems caught on her erect nipples stopping the opening from falling fully open. However, it was enough to reveal the inner swell of each breasts as well as her womanly tummy and incredible lower body. She smiled wantonly as, at the first contact on the backs of her thighs of the rounded arm of the lounge, she casually disengaged herself from her robe entirely. With sensual aplomb Michelle laid herself along the lounge. Her full breasts fell slightly to the sides of her chest. ?Maybe you should try sucking that banana, just like I did?? she suggested more than asked. I knew she was teasing me. ?I don?t think I would be any good at it,? I muttered, my eyes glazing over as I looked along her sexy body. ?Oh, I don?t know. You did it once? Remember, you told me all about it?? ?That was some thirty five odd years ago my dear,? I said, cutting across her utterances concerning things from my past. I did not want to go back through all that history, especially now. ?Maybe I could teach you?? She looked at me with a devilish smile. ?I know! I could give you lessons with the vibrating cock you bought for me? us!? ?Knowing my luck I would probably break my teeth as it vibrated in my mouth,? I chuckled. Michelle snickered in response to my attempted humour. ?Anyway, that all happened in ages ago. It?s ancient history as far as I?m concerned. And it was also a one-off and never repeated. Never likely to be either, just so you know. Anyway, since then I have developed a better alternative.? ?And what might that be?? she asked, although we both knew what the answer would be. Michelle raised her left leg and placed her calf on the back of the lounge opening her creamy thighs before me. Her vaginal lips were puffy and so inviting I could not restrain myself. I slid onto the lounge at her feet and snaked my body along the length of her smooth leg. My palm softly pushed against Michelle?s loins as escort akbatı (https://www.asbahcesehir.com/) my tongue tickled her inner thigh. I smiled salaciously as I kept my eyes riveted on hers. In one fluid movement I moved the banana upward and brought the thick fruit against Michelle?s private parts. My temples throbbed due to the proximity of the glistening folds between her out stretched thighs and her brazen, yet casual, acceptance of my sexual advances. Michelle stiffened with heightened excitement as I stroked the phallic fruit along the exterior of her pussy, and gave a tender love bite to the top of her pubic mound. I continued the lingering, sliding motion along her puffy labia and slowly increased the pressure which exposed her shining opening within. I continued to compliment this erotic touch by softly stabbing her clit with my tongue. With each passing second Michelle went soaring higher and higher. She reached along her body and played her fingers through my hair as I danced an erotic waltz on the throbbing organ at the zenith of cleft. ?Fuck your good at that.? She gasped. Her back arched off the lounge with each probe along her clitoral hood. ?Forget to cock sucking lessons I mentioned. You seem to be quite proficient at that, definitely. It?s like being pulled between agony and ecstasy. Ohhhhh my g?? She trailed off as her body twitched noticeably, the build toward climax had well and truly begun. Tenderly I prised her outer lips apart and gazed lustily at her winking inner depths. I knew she was close so I quickly inserted the banana deep inside her body. ?Oh my fucking word?? she cried as I filled her with the fruit. She pushed herself up and looked down along her sweating body. ?Did you put the banana inside me?? ?Yep!? I announced, delighted with my efforts. ?And now I?m going to eat it!? I plunged my face onto her mound. My mouth encircled the small portion I had left jutting away from her pussy. She watched, amazed, as I bit off the exposed banana and devoured it greedily before her smouldering eyes. Her hand wrapped around my neck as I dripped in for seconds. I sucked her juicy hole firmly and slowly suctioned the imbedded banana toward me. With increased lust and desire, she humped her hips to me as she encouraged me eat her (and the banana). After numerous mouthfuls her body gyrated wildly against the slick fruit and my slippery tongue. I increased my loving attention to her dripping parts by inserting the tip of my finger inside and mashing the remainder of the banana against her ribbed walls. I fucked pussy with a steady and rhythmic push-pull motion. For added impact I sought her clit with the tip of my tongue and circled it applying the lightest hint of pressure. Michelle bucked her hips to meet my hungry mouth. With each upward thrust she emitted a loud squeal of delight. Her eyelids fluttered as she lowered her head and stared at me with lusty eyes. ?Fuck yes! That's fantastic, my love.? She groaned aloud and bit her lip. The mashed banana was visible at the entrance to her secret place and it was glistening, like the walls of a wet limestone cave, with the flood of fluid from her pussy. While Michelle tried to watch every last portion being eaten from her pussy I noisily lapped up her secreted nectar. Her eyes, when she was able, were wide with the erotic tableau, as I constantly attacked the gates of her love canal. It was all too much. Michelle clamped her hand into my hair and pressed my head hard against her crotch as her dam burst. She screamed as she came, flying high through the orgasmic sound barrier. Even more juice squeezed onto my already soaking face. Her body pulsed repeatedly. It bucked and heaved heavily, the tremors emanating from deep within her body. Slowly she calmed and her breath, while still ragged, became shallower and quieter. Lovingly she smiled at me and pulled me to her as she kissed me lightly on the lips. ?I wonder if there is anymore banana left?? Her question seemed to come to me from the other side of the room. I hesitated. ?I can?t leave you, um, unattended.? With a slight nod of her head alone she indicated the lower half of my body. ?Look at you?? We both looked down at my crotch where my rock hard cock rose into the air through the opening of my PJ?s. Silently she mouthed, "Should I?" Michelle was feeling the after glow from our blissful, fruit induced, lovemaking but seemed keen to not leave things one sided. I was not in a position to argue. ?Please stand!? she insisted. I quickly pushed my night clothes down and kicked them aside. I sidled in close to the lounge as Michelle swung her legs about and splayed them either side of mine. With a quick flourish she drove two of her fingers deep inside her pussy and finger fucked her dripping hole vigorously. All the time we never once lost eye contact. ?You?ve had your banana for the day, so I think I should take a leaf out of your book and have some too.? Slowly she slid her fingers away from her body. They were soaked with an intoxicating mixture of thick vaginal secretions and mashed banana. Michelle clamped her free hand around my shaft and hungrily sucked my cock deep inside her rampant mouth. She pumped her head feverishly up and down covering my shaft with her saliva. After a few minutes, she lifted her florid cheeks away from my cock and poised her mashed banana filled fingers above it. "Should I?" Wanton with lust, heat and need, I nodded my head and pushed my hips forward. "Tell me, sweetheart." ?Do it! Coat my cock with the banana from your? your?? I was uncertain what label to apply. ?Use the mashed banana and eat it, and my cock, together.? She smiled and did as I had suggested. She smeared the thick concoction all over my pulsing manhood and quickly followed up by applying her mouth. "Yesss. Push it into me!? She gasped, quickly pulling away to speak before engulfing me again. Without further delay, I inserted my banana coated tool into her wet and welcoming orifice. She never broke eye contact as her tongue moved to attack the sensitive area near the ridge of the purple head. We were souls joined by a promiscuous bond. As she fucked her face escort beylikdüzü (https://www.beylikduzuyonetim.com/) with my cock my head lolled from side to side with sheer physical joy. Michelle moaned, mirroring my own loud grunts, as she drove me closer to the brink. ?Mmmm,? she mouthed, in between my deep penetrating thrusts. ?Fuck my mouth deeper. Fuck my throat if you want. Think of yourself as fucking my cunt.? I could barely believe her smutty talk. She pulled away and smiled broadly. ?I want you to fuck my mouth like you would my cunt. Hard and fast. And then I want to watch you as you splash your come all over my tits.? She did not wait for me to reply nor comment. She scooped out another dollop of vaginal banana and smeared it all over me and simply stuffed my cock hard into her mouth. She pressed her head deep onto my pole. Lurid, wet slurping sounds filled the air around us. With a single mindedness and pumping lungs, she cavorted without inhibition. It looked as if she were possessed with some sort of devilish sex energy. My hips bucked and rocked. Her intoxicating oral ministrations heightened as she tightened her lips around the head and stabbed the blind eye with her tongue. I was lost in carnal lust as I humped my groin strongly into her mouth. Within moments, my thrusts got faster and harder. My voice quivered as I tried to speak. ?Michelle? that's fucking amazing. Ohh, my love?I need? to come?!" My pelvic drives became wider as she withdrew her mouth and pumped her hand along my banana coated shaft. I arched my back to give her better aim. I was looking forward to blasting my come all over her tits. After all, it was a long held fantasy of mine that pre-dated any physical contact between us by at least a decade or two. ?Ohhhh? God yessssss!" I screamed as she gave me a few more pumps to milk the crashing joy from my throbbing member. The room was floating but the world stood still as, all of a sudden, it happened. Every muscle tightened as I fought the first waves and then gave myself over to the cresting waves. Michelle pumped me hard as I flung long jets of hot white fluid across her heaving chest. The long ropes splashed and splattered onto her cleavage, and the swell of each breast. There were long strands hanging from each of her full nipples. It was a sight I will certainly never forget; an image to blissfully take to my grave. She greedily licked up the last vestiges and swallowed gleefully. I fell forward exhausted and collapsed in a heap next to my beautiful companion. We laid together with her face nestled into my neck. Michelle finally shifted her body to face me with a heavenly smile on her lips. With a purr, she kissed me and proceeded to scoop my come, together with pieces of banana, from her breasts and slowly devour them in front of my eyes. She repeated the action and offered her fingers to me. I could not refuse. It was tangy at first then sweet from the banana but definitely not unpleasant. I returned the favour. We both sighed deeply and kissed. We were a besotted pair enjoying the aftermath of another wonder sexual encounter. We sighed happily as we cuddled and snuggled together like two satisfied kittens. When our senses finally returned enough for us to speak, Michelle insisted on being the first to saying anything. ?I feel a bit ashamed for using the ?C? word. I hope you didn?t mind?? I explained to her about my dislike of the word normally, much like I had with Clare a few weeks earlier. ?But?there is always a but,? I smiled, she laughed softly. ?It was/is pillow talk, so to speak, therefore anything goes, anything like that is acceptable. As far as I?m concerned, during any of our amazing sexual encounters we are at liberty to express ourselves however we like.? ?I totally agree.? She whispered and gave me a soft appreciative kiss. ?But only during sex?? ?Not only.? I laughed in return. ?But, I don?t know about you, but I?m fucked if I could ever think straight when you?re wrapped about my cock in some way, shape or form?? ?True.? She laughed. Her face aglow with happiness at our candour. ?I need a shower.? Michelle piped up after a few more moments. ?Me too. And I have to get some clothes. So, while you go have yours, I?ll go home and have my shower and meet you back here as soon as I can. Okay?? ?Sounds good,? she purred. ?You don?t have to pack anything for the picnic though. I have everything here we could possibly need.? I ran upstairs to her room to dress in the clothes from the previous day before she led me to the door and gave me her key to let myself back in. We kissed again with a soft yet underlying passion for many minutes. Neither of us wanted to be the first to say good bye, even if it was only for a few short minutes. However, showers were desperately needed and the rest of the day beckoned. Waking up next to my secret lover was unbelievably exciting, to say the least, as was our morning frolic but standing under the shower in familiar surroundings was welcomed. It gave me some time to take in all that had occurred to date during this miraculous year. I breathed deeply and looked out the window and felt a wonderful sense of inner peace. It was a feeling that had eluded me for many years and I was delighted to be able to embrace that feeling again. I was certain that Michelle had some part to play in the regeneration of that feeling, a major part to be sure, but I was not about to kid myself that she was the sole reason. There was more to it than that but I did not have the time for any further self analysis. A day unlike any other in recent memory awaited and I needed to get a move on. I towelled off, dressed and threw some clean clothes and shoes, with socks, into a small overnight bag, along with some toiletries, and was quickly on my way. I could not stop myself from smiling like a Cheshire cat as I excitedly thought upon dining out with Michelle. I nearly locked the door without retrieving my keys, I was that caught up in my thoughts. ?That was close.? I chastised myself silently as I turned to go. ?Hello stranger!? came a familiar female voice as I made my way along my front veranda toward the side path which would have seen me hop the small dividing concrete fence, through Michelle?s carport, and on to her front door. I was so lost in my thoughts I had not even seen the owner of the voice crossing the front lawn. Fortunately I had stopped behind a shoulder high hedge that ran along either side of our veranda.