As pretty as a Butterfly
Chapter 41. Reverse shirt.

Arriving at the boutique, Michael wonders to a shopkeeper.

"Well, look at a girl who looks nothing pretty, she came here with a tall, mustachioed and handsome man, but still looks more like me," michael asked without looking at the Mba.

Mba was astonished to lift up and was appointed a room in the corner of the store, "W-women are in the dressing room," replied Mba store employee while looking at Michael's face.

"Thank you" Michael replied to the spot the store clerk had shown him.

Arriving in front of the dressing room, Michael was sitting with his cool style exhausted making anyone who saw him immediately stunned.

Not long after, Jelita also showed her form. He came out timidly and approached the man who was waiting for him patiently.

"Sister Jason, I've been wearing this dress ... It doesn't seem to suit me, it doesn't have to be bought. This dress makes me uncomfortable," said Jelita while continuing to tug at the bottom dress.

Michael turned to the source of the voice and he immediately fell silent, looking at Jelita who was busy tidying up the dress and was standing in front of him.

Michael immediately stood up, then approached Jelita, his eyes peeking at her every appearance from end to end and circling Jelita's body.

"Jelita ...."

"Hum?"

Michael bit his lower lip which shook violently, making Jelita stare in wonder. "Why do you see me like that, and where is Brother Jason, I want to ask him," asked Jelita busy looking to the right and left.

Michael chuckled, making Jelita look back at his performance. "Why? ... Weird huh?"

"Hmpt ... You're wearing a stupid upside-down shirt!"

"Well!"

At once Jelita's mouth was wide. Then, with a flash he escaped like a duck, while continuing to cover his face flushed with embarrassment.

Michael finally laughed out loud, laughing at Jelita. Followed by the laughter of the employees of the store, as well as the other visitors who were there.

"Ah very embarrassed, just deserve this dress to feel uncomfortable. It turned upside down" said Jelita then immediately returned to the dressing room to improve her appearance.

Inside the dressing room Jelita still heard Michael's voice echoing in laughter at her. "She was so happy, that she laughed at me like that ... Hicks!"

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Not long after, Jason came back to the store. While carrying a paper bag containing Jelita's glasses, he approached Michael who was laughing.

"Mir ... What are you laughing at?" ask him confused. "Where's Jelita, is she out?" tanyanya back.

Michael wiped away the clear liquid on the tail end of his eyes, he shook his head and laughed nonstop until he had trouble speaking because of his aching stomach.

"He ... Haha ... D-day ... Haha ... " Michael continued back to laugh and Jason simply frowned both eyebrows.

At the same time, Jelita pokes her head between the cloths when she hears Jason's voice.

"st ... Brother Jason," Jelita called.

Jason smiled. "Why are you still there, have you worn the dress?" jason asked, and Jelita nodded. "It."

"If that's why it's still there, get out and let Mike and I see it" Jason ordered.

Jelita grabbed the cover cloth and began to appear. He hesitated as Michael stood there and still laughed at him.

"Is this suitable for me?" jelita asked the two handsome men in front of her.

"Suit! That dress really suits you, what do you think Mike is?" jason asked and looked at Michael standing next to him.

Michael smile. "Surely she looks a little different."

"Is that so? Thank you," Jelita replied.

Jelita smiled looking at the two men in front of her. He was a little moved when he received the sweet treatment from the two big people in front of him who were still willing to help him.

"What is this feeling, is this happy?"

"Have not cried, you are so crybaby. Quickly change your clothes back, I want to go home!" said Michael.

Jelita nodded and exchanged clothes again, while Jason walked up to the counter and paid the bills for all the clothes.

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Chandra Men's Mansion.

Precisely in the room of the Great Lord, the married couple was fighting. Showing a beautiful unification in their middle above the contest.

Their breaths were stirred with the two hazy netra, covering up some of their common sense to the loss of sanity.

The plain stocky raga continued to confine the wife's body, while continuing to squeeze the middle. Bringing the wife to always follow the game.

Meanwhile, the wife was puffing high when it got a vibration at the bottom there. After a long enough warm-up, make the core start to get wet.

The husband then pulled out the heirloom from behind his pants, which had stiffened from earlier.

Throwing the pants in any direction to show a long barrel gun big and strong. An heirloom capable of destroying the sanity of the wife.

So tight and veined.

Then the heirloom weapon looked for a gap in the core of the wife, then hit hard without hesitation and barged in without permission.

Making the wife screech favorably as the long-barreled weapon filled the entire core.

The husband's mighty weapon that was stiffening was relentlessly hitting the core of the wife, until a melodious sound was created to fill their entire room.

Fast, steady beat of the husband, making his wife always moan. They close each other's eyes and roar to enjoy the game.

Occasionally the husband fondles and robs the wife's lips of ranum and sips it into. While his hands continue to actively squeeze the two twin hills, round in shape, so chewy and exciting.

The taste senses always alternately provide pleasure at the top, penetrating everything in front of him.

Meanwhile, at the bottom, the hip of the husband continues to stomp strongly with a aligned tempo without releasing his relationship up there.

No matter the sweat that has poured profusely and the energy that is almost drained. The mighty race kept pumping with certainty, looking for a pulse point on the wife's core to bring her flying along to the highest sky.

Until finally the wave began to come, a powerful wave before the release. Make the husband continue to punch his weapon deeper without stopping, and make a rapid back and forth movement.

Then the wave got stronger and stronger, making the veins all over their bodies stiffen violently. They groaned incoherently as the release wave began to center on their core.

The wave of favors that the longer the more peaked, making the two screech more delicious.

"Armgh!"

They felt a mutual release, accompanied by the cracking of the warm lava from the long barrel of the mighty one that sank so deeply.

A release that made their entire body tremble violently, accompanied by their veins that began to relax.

Their chests seemed to rise and fall, breathing and exchanging sweat.

With the middle still fused, Mr. Nael met the sensual face of his wife so closely.

"Thank's .. thank you so much! I love you .." said Mr. Nael and gently kissed his wife's forehead.

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Seriate.