Almahyras
Section 61 (2): Beautiful Moments At Lazuardi Hotel

What does Jafar want for him? Alma did not understand this, even on the way he kept thinking. As promised Jafar also wanted to take him to the national library located in the city center. He was fine, not nauseous, not dizzy anymore because he had eaten.

By nine in the morning the city was already very bright. The view of the green tree is still there, although a little. The streets are dominated by vehicles, and by passers-by. The intention was also wanted to be delivered by Cak Yanto, but again the hotel Lazuardi said that the car had been provided.

The notebook was suddenly placed on his lap. "You keep looking at the road. What do you see?"

Alma took over Jafar's pen. "I saw the city, Mas" Alma wrote.

Jafar wrote again. "I know. But what keeps you from looking like that, Alma?" write Jafar.

"I just miss the atmosphere of the city" Alma wrote and placed a notebook on her husband's lap.

The car stopped right in the parking lot.

"Sir and Madam, I will pick up after the dzuhur prayer in this parking lot" said the driver.

"Thank you, sir."

The atmosphere of the national library is really quite crowded. Jafar had chosen a seat, and was preparing to work on the unfinished sales yesterday. While Alma was preparing to search for the book he wanted to read.

Time passes so fast. He and Jafar had performed the zuhur prayer, now he was walking towards the parking lot waiting for the car from the hotel to pick up.

"Sorry to keep Mr and Mrs waiting" the driver said.

Alma smiled wryly and shook her head. "No pa-pa, sir. Not long."

The trip of about thirty minutes was enough to make Alma feel drowsiness. Until finally he can smell the bed again and lay down without removing socks and veil for the second time. Shitty indeed! Rarely was he invited to get out too far very quickly made him tired and gave up.

"No need. Later I open it myself," said Alma when again Jafar want to open his socks.

"Mas, don't go, you know!"

Jafar ignored. Until Alma spontaneously changed position, pulling Jafar's hand quickly which immediately made the man lose his balance and fell right on it. Netra Alma widened, he was surprised not to play. It's fault!

Why did I wear all that stuff, anyway?!

Jafar rested his hands on the left and right sides of Alma's head. He looked at his wife carefully, beautiful eyes, a small nose pointed, thick eyebrows, lips slightly reddened by liptin.

Can I try it? One of them, only. If may. He also wants to kiss. Jafar's right hand fingered on Alma's chin to pull the pentul needle there. Next, in the attitude of the veil was placed irregularly. A long fragrant black mane, a neck he could look at with satisfaction. The skin contrasts with it very much.

If you were born a tiny baby. It will probably have beautiful skin, the right blend.

"Maos ..."

Jafar looked at him.

"You ... now?"

A moment said that Alma's heartbeat was pounding, his cheeks flushed. Shame is okay. This is the first anyway.

"Can?" Jafar moved his lips.

Alma nodded slowly, her hands raised rubbing her husband's right cheek. "Can."

When about to start it looks like Jafar might say do'a. The man drew closer to his wife's neck, the smell of shampoo mixed with body lotion. Jafar hasn't smelled this scent in a long time. Fucked Alma's neck down to the left shoulder.

Really now?

Alma's hands were coiled around Jafar's neck. The man changed the kiss on his wife's red lips, he did it slowly until Alma was washed away to close his eyes. One of Jafar's hands opened the zipper of his wife's robe, snapping and leaving only the underwear.

"I'm ashamed, Mas," said Alma.

Jafar shook his head with a faint smile. He looked at his position, took off the shirt he was wearing, until the sixpack stomach that he had hidden all this time could see clearly Alma.

Very plainly.

Back in the kisses of Alma's left and right cheeks briefly. Jafar took another look at the neck of the Alma level until the chewy object spread out to kiss the lips. Jafar's right hand moved according to instinct, touching one of the mounds.

"Maos ..."

Alma held Jafar's hand for a moment. Until her husband stopped with a gasp of breath and looked at her softly.

"Na-later sick?"

Jafar nodded slowly.

"If so ...." Alma avoided Jafar's gaze and said, "Please slow down, Mas."

Very beautiful first day. Quite short, but very meaningful to Jafar. Maybe it will hurt Alma very much, because this is also the first for him and his wife. As much as possible Jafar did gently, even though Alma was constantly complaining of pain.

Its okay.

Reasonable.

Alma who was in the bathroom soaking in the bathtub with her cheeks still flushed red, her mind continues to lead there.

It sucks!

Why is this brain so perverted, anyway?!

He nodded in disagreement. Not perverted. He only remembers his first moment with Jafar. There were no bad things on his mind. Although he was still thinking, whether ... Jafar's satisfied?

Not wrong, is it? That question filled his brain. After all, bed business is also quite influential in marriage. That's what Alma heard from people.

The sound of knocking on the door reclines Alma.

"I-iya, Mom. I'm out of this" said Alma.

Alma had already dried up the body. Now take the maroon lingerie that Jafar bought again with a new model and arm. Fortunately, he did not like the sleeves if the model sleeps without arms.

"Yes, Mas?" alma said as she opened the bathroom door. "Would you like to go to the bathroom?"

Jafar. Because it was her husband who cleaned himself first, while Alma was still laying down.

"Te-continue?"

His hands in a slow pull, Alma walked a little limped following the direction of Jafar road which turned out to be towards a long sofa.

"Why what?"

Jafar lifted Alma's leg on his lap.

"Why do you want to do something, Mom?"

Soft massage felt on the soles of his feet. Alma. Why is Jafar massaging her? It feels good, and subsides all the tiredness.

"You'll be tired. No need, Mas," Alma refused by pulling his leg. Then he brought himself closer to Jafar by leaning on the man's shoulder.

"Mending a break from gini."

Jafar nodded, and clasped Alma's left hand. Both are silent. Even Alma didn't know he wanted to talk about anything else, to be honest he was still embarrassed.

A black device was suddenly placed close to him. Belonging to Jafar, which is written there. "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay, really. Why are you asking that?"

Jafar typed again and shifted his gawai. "You were crying."

Yeah, it's natural, right? Why do I have to repeat it again? Alma sighed softly and said, "Now it's not done."

"I told you earlier, Alma," wrote Jafar again, and now his wife changed the position of putting her head on her lap.

"Can't I cry?"

Jafar typed again. "Can."

There is a pause in the note app. "I'm sorry."

Alma's right hand raised rubbed the fine fur on her husband's chin. "What's wrong with you, Mom? That feeling in your library didn't make a mistake."

"I hurt you" Jafar wrote.

The swipe stopped. Alma's hand dropped, her cheeks flushed again, putting both hands on her face until perfectly covered.

"No."

The three-second pause with both hands still covering Alma's face again said, "People say the first time is sick, right?"

Jafar pulls one of Alma's hands. So that he could see his wife's face. "Don't pull," Alma refused.

"Don't ask why either." Alma tightly covered her face with a shake. "I'm ashamed again, Mas ..."

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