
"Master, get up, it's morning," the gentle voice of a woman and the caress of her hands on her cheeks, made the man whose eyes were still closed inevitably open his eyes slowly.
"I still want to sleep, Miss," replied the man in a voice so hoarse typical of people waking up. The man whose body was currently only covered in the blanket cloth closed his eyes again.
"Later, the other bule sir, how's it going? Is the other Mr. Bule standing guard at the widow's cottage."
Not wanting to be bothered the man pulled the woman's body until she lay in front of him and the man hugged her tightly until the woman wavered. But it did not last long, after getting a comfortable position, the woman looked fixed face that still looks handsome even though her eyes closed. The woman smiled and she remembered that under the blanket that covered the man's body, there was something that last night had given her satisfaction. The woman's hand moved into the blanket until she grabbed the man's object and played it with her hand.
While the man named Mike, although his eyes closed, but he knew what the woman was doing at this time. He deliberately kept quiet because he also liked when objects under his peer were used as toys so that the woman was quiet and calm, not disturbing her sleep.
While Mike is engrossed with another woman in the house, Josh is currently exercising alone in front of his house. Because he doesn't make love last night and spends the night sleeping alone, Josh uses his morning time to exercise after a few minutes of warm-up movement, Josh started out of the house to run around the village.
If usually while exercising, Josh will wear sports clothes complete with his shoes, currently for exercise, Josh only wears color pants and barefoot. Of course, what Josh did became the center of attention of the villagers who will start their activities.not infrequently the women looked amazed and full of desire towards Josh's body that was filled with sweat. Josh remembered, not far from the school there was a field, he also ran small towards that direction.
Arriving at the place he was headed, apparently there were school children who were doing sports as well. They were playing football with a male teacher. Feeling familiar enough, Josh joined them. After a moment of trite talk, Josh decided to join the play with the children.
After the exercise time is up, children should return to school to continue their learning activities. Actually, children protest a little because they want to be taught back by Josh, but after being given understanding, they finally want to return to their classes. Josh chose to rest in one corner of the field before he went home.
"Mr bule! Here!" the sound of someone shouting is quite loud and calling Mr. bule, makes Josh spontaneously turn to the source of the sound. Josh's forehead creased as his eyes saw a woman waving and offering him a drink. Josh who was thirsty was of course interested in the offer of the woman and he immediately moved to where the woman was.
"Thank you" said Josh sincerely as he received a glass of water and downed it. The woman in front of him could only look at Josh with awe. Even when Josh drank water, his charm was very tempting. Josh's smile grew as he caught the reaction of the woman gaped with unblinking eyes.
"Miss, hey, Miss," called Josh gently after the water in the glass he finished.
"Miss, why? How bengong?" asked Josh with his pure attitude.
"It's all right, sir, just watching the beautiful creation of God up close."
josh smiled so much that his laughter broke. "Miss can do it. Thank you for the water."
The woman smiled with a shy smile. "The same, sir. Has anyone delivered breakfast this morning for Mr bule?"
Josh shakes his head. "Not yet, Miss. Nungkin is already there. Last time I left for sport my friend hadn't come home."
The woman saw a mangosteen. "I've cooked, if you'd like, sir, please have breakfast at my place."
"Wahh! isn't it a hassle?"
"Of course not, let's go in."
Because it is not good to refuse someone who has good intentions, Josh entered the woman's house. It's just for breakfast or more than breakfast.
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