Fondled Passion 3 Cogan
I'm the Less Brave One

On the way to the country of Singapore, this self did not expect to meet with old friends. While busy chatting with friends telling about the time of school, it looks like the wife does not like our conversation, but I just hate her, she said, because after so many years of not meeting Maya my best friend, would miss talking about old memories about us. We have nothing, so it is not appropriate if Dilla behaves like that.

"Have I been wrong to bash Dilla so much that she won't talk to me?" ask in your heart as we take a taxi to the hotel.

Netra Dilla was nothing but staring at the outside view of the glass taxi, which was still the same that did not want to talk to me.

Until I put his hand on my hand, he still didn't budge to ask me to speak.

"Heeh, I think my wife is really craving right now! How could he not be angry, if he asked no talk at all? Emm, what do I do to persuade her? Do I have to woo her constantly to let her melt?" bathin a troubled heart.

"What the hell are you, baby?" I asked because I could not stand being left like this.

It's not good if the sound isn't moving. Like a stranger there is no conversation.

"I don't pa-pa," he answered, where he had opened the taxi door and immediately came down because we had arrived.

"But from your silence, do you seem to be angry?"

"No!" quickly objected.

The voice was clear that he was lazy to talk to me. Want to persuade, there is no gap to make it easier to seduce.

"Yes, if you don't want to talk."

"It doesn't matter."

Again had not had time to make payment transactions on the taxi, Dilla had gone first without waiting for me again. Immediately I walked small but fast to chase after him, but now it feels slow because the hands have been overwhelmed dragging the suitcase.

"Hey baby, wait! Don't hurry the path. Bantuin why?" call shouting.

"Relieve it!"

Hadeh, women who lash out are difficult to approach. Please be asked to beg. The luggage is a little much, until the hands were overwhelmed carrying it, fortunately there is a trolli that has been provided from the hotel.

It looks like Dilla is doing a chek in a hotel room, and so dongkolnya himself when he wanted to approach him, again he left without waiting again. Quickly also check our names, maybe it has been booked from Indonesia, then we do not bother to issue identity again.

Kling, the elevator voice has opened.

With swift and fast I also ran lightning, in order to teach Dilla who had entered first into the elevator. The body tilted so freely enter. Initially afraid of being flinched, but it turns out the elevator still sided not tightly closed.

"Why are you?" imbuh.

"I told you why, okay, okay, okay!" ambiguous answer.

"No way, your face looks so dislike and angry at me? Wh why? Is it because I met Maya?" tanyaku who has now pressed Dilla's body to the corner of the elevator, until his body curved to fall.

Hand lock left right. I sighed, before inhaling the scent of the body wrapped in perfume.

"Or what? You will not be able to run away from me, because all your body is now halal I have," said I who was undaunted by fear.

"You don't fuck around, Dio. It's in the elevator, it's possible that people will come in and see us" Dilla said.

"Why are you worried so, 'no I'm dealing with my own wife" I replied casually

"Ok, if that's what you want, I'll be ready to serve!" reply to the brave Dilla, who now did not expect and thought of by me.

This self was so unfathomable for Dilla's actions right now. With full of courage and confidence, making our faces have been very close so as not to leave a distance again. His breath as he spoke from his red lips blushed, so fragrant and fragrant. I don't know why this self now feels shrieked, for the courage of Dilla who seems to want to play nyosor to my lips.

"Why? Are you scared? Don't you want this?" ask Dilla.

"You must not go near and overdo this" answered me, who had turned back my legs, one step back.

"Whatahh? Am I not to ask for this right from your sweet lips?" said Dilla who stepped forward wanted to turn around memepetku.

"I'm not afraid, just .. just-!" My voice was stifled because I was standing on the back of the elevator.

"What's up, baby. Your face is very handsome and exciting, especially with your small lips that look sexy. I would love to feel and shake it, do you think this is wrong?" ask the wife who is now stepping boldly. It managed to touch my lips with its index finger.

"Greetings, why am I so scared? Dilla just asked me to kiss her. Is it because I've never done this to a woman, so I'm afraid that my wife will swallow a bitter pill, because I can't do that intimate kissing technique for how?" my cerocos in my heart is restless, due to the actions of my own wife.

"Hahhahha, you are worse than me, Dio. View ... view! The sweat that you are holding now? You must have been very nervous and scared for my actions just now. I'm also willing to serve a kiss if the person is insensitive, which is arguably maybe too imposing," said Dilla laughing triumphantly because of successfully pranking me.

Kling, the sound of the elevator had opened indicating we were almost at the main destination of the hotel room, which had all been booked by the in-laws.

Dilla had walked away first leaving me, who was still dumbfounded by Dilla's words and actions just now. I don't know why it feels like there is a sense of heart that nye'lekit do not like, on the words of the wife about 'ogah serve kiss'.

"Am I that stupid and stupid? Until Dilla gets the heart to say that? Aaah .. shit .. shit, it turns out you just realized Dio, that you are very less brave to conquer your own wife. Watch out for you Dilla, you will feel something more, for what you said just now," My anger said inwardly.

Less than one hundred percent courage. Never come close, let alone date a woman, until the far back do not understand anything. The condition of poor parents, makes me have to work hard to help the economy, to approach women even though there is no time.

After school, there must be work to ease their burden. Although having to wrestle with the muddy rice fields I still run, as long as the parents are not overwhelmed or exhausted working. After all the results of squeezing their sweat, I will also enjoy. Many experiences are taught, about the meaning of not having anything how? Do not be arrogant, the hand must always be generous even if just eating is not enough. Father and Mother always advised, do not be blinded by property even though a mountain of gold we have, because death will bring nothing, except charity and love to give for the incapable. The simplicity of the orantua makes me a lot of knowledge, that life in the world is not the end of everything. There is still a long journey when you die later, so do charity while you are alive.