Daddy My Son's
76. Verrel

Virranda froze, staring at Joe's face above her that was so close to his. The leaflets in her presence increasingly felt thrilling. He felt it when he entered his private room with Joe.

All his brave attitude and behavior that he did before, just as camouflage to relieve the pounding on his chest that he had just felt this time.

A pair of Virranda eyes spontaneously closed, when b*bir Joe landed on the hemisphere b*birnya. It felt wet, sweet and so warm, plus the attitude of Joe who treated him with great care, cradling the wishful thinking to make it start to fall asleep.

"Joe.." muttered Virranda, her gaze was soft and misty, as her husband removed their b*beer link. He could not imagine if the rest of his body was touched by Joe, this alone had made him almost lose his sanity.

"Aren't you afraid, honey?" joe whispered softly, looking down at Virranda's face that half closed her eyes. Not without reason he asked that, considering Virranda's past that could make his wife traumatized.

"No" said Virranda, shaking her head slowly. A pair of his hands were lifted into the air and hugged Joe's neck and pulled him back until their link happened again.

VIirranda began to follow his instincts. Although this was the first time he did it with full awareness, Virranda did not feel awkward, he began to reply to pagu*an for the sake of pagu*an gentle Joe who seemed to be his mentor.

Joe, who felt what he was doing, began to slip his fingers into the open pyjamas of Virranda.

"Joe.." lamented Virranda, as she felt the soft palpation of Joe's finger rising to the top of his hill hiding in his tight wrapping, threading and starting me*e*as.

The other Joe's hand took off the knot of Virranda's pajamas that hid behind his waist, until the fine fabric sagged, featuring a seductive smooth skin that made Joe's junks race up and down.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

"Daddy! Mommy's! Verrel's coming in!" yelled Verrel from outside.

Joe's action stopped. He looked at Viranda, and vice versa. Both of them turned their heads towards the door of the room that was being knocked from the outside.

"That's Verrel, honey?" joe muttered half a whisper.

Virranda hurriedly held Joe who was about to move from his position, not willing what they were busy doing to be stopped just by a slight disturbance outside.

Instead of not caring about his son, Virranda was sure, there would be someone who would approach his son and take him away. Sure enough, not long ago there was a voice of someone talking to his son.

Virranda and Joe both smiled when they found out that it was the voice of Virranda's father approaching their son Verrel who was standing in front of their door.

Meanwhile, out there.

"Verrel, what are you doing here?" ask Mr. Loenhard who intends to go to his study to pick up some files that he wants to give Viranda tomorrow when his daughter goes to the office.

"Verrel suddenly awakens grandpa Uban. Verrel wants to sleep with Daddy and Mommy. Daddy's coming back to London tomorrow, he'll be back a long time ago" the boy said, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

Hearing Verrel's words, Mr. Loenhard's heart felt pity, the little boy was still in great need of the affection of his parents who should have lived together under one roof with him, not like the one in the middle of his daughter and daughter-in-law.

Mr. Loenhard crouched down, likening himself to the grandchild's height. "Verrel goes with Grandpa Uban only, yes, we sleep three with grandma. Hows it? Kan-, during this time, Verrel has never accompanied his grandparents" he said persuading.

"But Grandpa, Verrel wants to sleep with Daddy and Mommy" the boy's whine knocks at his mother's bedroom door.

"Stop! Stopit! If Verrel still knocks on the door, Verrel will have no sister!" said Mr. Loenhard who was at a loss for words to persuade.

"Sister?" Verrel looked at his gray grandfather, making sure he didn't hear wrong.

"You!" sahut Verrel excited. He immediately remembered some of his school friends, had a baby sister who was puffed up and liked to laugh when invited to play. He often came to several babies whose mothers invited him to pick up his schoolmates.

"Did tomorrow's baby sister get Verrel carrying a cake?" verrel asked impatiently. The sleepiness evaporated just like that, because the discussion about the baby's sister so caught his attention.

"But can not Verrel, the manufacture of a baby sister needs a long process. Daddy and Mommy should sleep together often. Come, come with grandfather now, we just talk in the room, the story is very long," said Mr. Loenhard who began to be confused to explain to his grandson who asked a lot of questions.

Hopefully, Lirasa will help him explain to the boy when they are in the room later.

Verrel nodded in agreement, before leaving he turned to his mother's door, smiling to himself imagining that his baby sister would soon crawl out of his mother's room.

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"Joeehhss.." Virranda's long groan again sounded sexy, as Joe's finger slipped in his bermuda triangle wrapper, and began to give her gentle touches there.

While up there, lid*h Joe is twisting and mengamb*m the shoots of the paint that have been getting hardened, indicating the desire in the chest of his goddess is turbulent tempest.

In the heat of his ga*ra, Virranda realized that only his voice echoed through the room, while Joe---, the man did not make his voice at all, just like a pantomime actor.

Out of curiosity, Virranda immediately embraces her husband's body tightly and takes him rolling around and around for a while until his body is right above Joe, then he stops the rolling activity of rolling it.

Virranda raised her face, both of them gave each other gazes full of ga*rah.

"Aghs" Joe menge*ang restrained when Virranda's hand without permission stalling down there without his knowledge.

"To-to-long," murmured Joe restrained again, feeling Virranda's grasp pressing down and massaging.

"Please what?" virranda asked looking at her husband's face, while her focus was on the object in her grasp, feeling the size that was now magically expanding, as well as tensing muscular, making himself suddenly hot cold to imagine the shape of the object he was holding.

Joe did not answer, for a few seconds shy, his body was busy writhing, holding a million feelings that he could not describe to the wife who continued to do the action.

"Hufhhs" Joe who could not stand the turmoil he felt, swiftly managed to change his position, re-inflated his wife's body immediately.

Joe again launched the action, causing le**uhan-le* and a re-echoing Virranda se*si to fill their room.

Virranda's slowly brooding leg** which signals Joe to go further. The sound of screeches stuck from Virranda's mouth made Joe stop for a moment of action, when their union occurred.

Virranda hugged Joe tightly, hoping the pain would soon disappear. Lu*a*an gentle b*bir Joe again makes Virranda lulled.

The pain had gradually disappeared when Joe again swung softly his. For a few moments they are lulled into each other, enjoying the various flavors that provide the pleasure they give.

Now, it's not just Virranda who sings her love song, it's Joe. The death duet both made a boisterous room atmosphere that night. I don't know if there are people out there listening to their songs or not.

For a moment they forget everything around them, there are only the two of them, who are drunk in the drum of his asthma.

Seriate...👉