Fondled Passion 3 Cogan
Compact Cleaning The House

Things are still safe. I don't know when to live life with fear by the enemy, but the preparation to deal with it is ripe. Now we both have been busy cleaning the apartment, after a few months of staying at home in-laws.

"Duh, tired. Lots of dust in all places. Make a body pegel anyway," complained Dilla had wiped sweat that soaked the forehead.

The vacuum cleaner she's wearing. While I cleaned the top of the nest of spiders.

"The name has long since we did not clean it, yes it will be tired. Come here, come closer for a second!"

After going down the stairs immediately wiped his sweat, using a long-sleeved shirt.

"Thank you, honey."

"Emmm. Although the smell of this acem is still beautiful, my wife is also," praise by whispering in her ear.

"Hadeh. Mocking or insulting this?"

"That's the same, baby!" Pinched his chubby cheek.

"But I'm tired of the same exertion of mind!" The man who immediately hugged.

"Hhhh, I cleaned it myself."

"Well, really? Yes, you can relax."

Placed, hand flicked his forehead.

"Indeedfully won't follow me around, right?."

"Hehehe. You are absolutely right. You're a guy, so you must be strong clean everything. Passion, hehehe!" His romantic attitude that directly kisses dry lips is the effect of thirst.

"Yes there. Just take a break, but help me again."

"Sipp, my boss."

"Review that leyeh-leyeh."

"Go."

The excitement was radiated with a small jump. At home wearing a slightly open shirt with a mini skirt, but it does not matter because only my eyes can see. If I get outside, I'll rip it right where the clothes are. As a husband must keep the curves of his body, so as not to be devoted to the views of others. If you see it clearly, have sinned also because others can menzinakan their eyes.

A wife is always identified with her potent nature. When mentioning the word wife, it will occur to him that he is a creature that can not be separated from his character who is always spoiled and wants to be given more attention.

In fact, spoiling is not something to be questioned, because Allah created his creatures. Men and women have their own nature. When there is a wife who has no spoiled personality on her, it is precisely questionable.

The body is quite tired also actually, but if not cleaned it will be many residents, such as animals and invisible things due to too long left behind. Besides, if the house is clean it will be more comfortable and comfortable to live in.

Pluk .. pluk, orange peel has been thrown evenly under the sofa. Dilla so casually ate the fruit while reading a magazine. Grunts annoyed. Tired of cleaning up the others, even plus work.

"Truly, Dilla. Wanted to be hacked, "Inwardly so arrogant.

"Darling, can't your skin collect, then dump it in the trash." As quiet as possible to talk while giving a fake smile.

"Entar only. Lazy again. Let me throw it downstairs, I'll pick it up. Again the excitement read the magazine, which is now a lot of gossip artists. It's a pity to miss the info if not read," replied but did not see the person who was being spoken to.

Breathe in, then breathe out heavily. If you want it is hard to say. For a while I let it go, after all, there is still one more place I have to clean the kitchen. Hands kept wiping away the dripping sweat, it felt like today the sun was stinging.

"Well, it's all settled and clean at last" Relief.

"It turns out that being neat and clean is pleasing to the eye as well."

Take a towel to hurry up and clean yourself. A dirty body begins to feel sticky, due to dust and sweat. So uncomfortable it feels, so it must be washed with water.

Because the kitchen was not used, so nothing needs to be cleaned for too long.

"Astagfirullah. Hadeh, why is this wayward person not willing to throw away his skin," Inwardly already resisted the conspiracy.

"If this continues, the house can be full of garbage" I said.

Not only orange peel now, the former snack began to be thrown carelessly as well.

"Sorry, dech. I'll clean it up." Talk while staying focused on looking at magazines.

Dilla did not see this self continue to pass through her body that rolled casually on the sofa. The effect of the focus is the same magazine until it is not aware of my presence. Everything was done, then went to the trash can outside the apartment.

Both hands are clingy, by pulling strongly upwards, in order to quickly stretch the muscles that begin to stiffen. Hands rub a stiff bend as well, as a result of that cleaning look up continuously.

"Gosh, Dilla? Aaah, you are." Yelling is not polite anymore.

"Issh, what's up? It's not polite to call a wife."

"How can I be polite, if you keep throwing garbage carelessly" protested who could not bear to see it.

"Mana ... Where? This is even a little."

"Hadeh, how about a little, if I just swept it, but you're still throwing it away. Do you want your husband to lack the effect of a trifle?"

"Sabar .. patient first why, bocil. Not to see and feel, if it makes you difficult."

"Well, that's great, yeah. Could be rude call a bocil. Do you want me to beat up?" Emotions are no longer under control.

"Well, you wanna kick a punch? Well, it's been brave you want to hurt the wife. Just look at it later. I'll say papa."

"Hm, say sono. You spoiled child. At most you will get mentally angry, because the mistake was originally from you."

"Wuih, you're starting to be brave too huh now. Has your love been lost."

We kept arguing, no one wanted to give up. Even talking to each other wants to be right alone.

"If love is not to be questioned again. You already know that."

"But why were you snapping at everything? So mean! Huwaaaaa," Her face began to show sadness.

"Hehhe, I was just kidding. I mean I'm teaching you in the room, hahahhaha!" Now I'm forcing him.

"Isssh, how naughty of you. Downin? Bibil terribly nosy."

Dilla bit my arm tightly.

"Haisst, let go of the bite? It hurts so much, you know. So don't provoke my emotions. From now on feel the consequences of me walking in the room."

In carrying him to the room, the row of teeth was still stuck in my arm.

"No."

"Well, ask to be beaten in rounds in the ring."

"Aaaah, nooo. Please, the child wants to rape*," yelled so loudly.

"Huust, the neighbors will hear later if we want uwu-uwuan."

"Issh, you're getting really naughty."

"Biarin, same wife herself no prohibition and her handler, hahahaha."

"Isssh, there's a purpose to it."

It turned out that it also worked on Dilla. Still he is too innocent about it, even though the age is no longer young.