Fondled Passion 3 Cogan
Meet the Same Strange People

Still enjoying the night view. His hands hugged him from behind. I don't feel like being apart for a second.

"You don't need to fear the thing called love, because obviously I will forever be yours" I replied casually.

"Thank you, Dio."

"Yes, baby."

The wind of the night has

washed away our intimacy in both clasping each other tightly, with the net continue to look straight ahead to see the beauty of the night city with flickering lights.

After being satisfied with the heart without burden again, we finally went down using the stairs to immediately go home, because the depth of the night grew increasingly late. Our hands just kept holding together, without any time to let go.

After a long walk downstairs, we finally reached the ground floor of the building. A lot of the amount we went down, until there were sweat grains that appeared. His hands immediately wiped his sweat with his sleeves.

"You tired? Or want me to carry it there! Close to our car."

"Issh, no. The car is still far away, you are even tired. No pa-pa tired, the important thing is we can enjoy the beauty earlier."

"Strong means. Don't forget to be strong and serve your husband" I whispered.

"So, the marriage is just what it wants."

"Hahaha, you have to dong. The godly wife must obey and obey the same request of the husband."

"Yes, but not that time either."

"And kepengen!" The promise of a childlike attitude whines with his mother.

"Hadeh. It's hard to have a real husband. Spoiled and if not obeyed will lambek tuh."

"Hahaha, that's right."

"Brain-brain base mes*m."

Bhuugh, accidentally my body had hit someone with a mask and a hat, as a result of the neutrals we both focused on each other without regard to the road.

"Oh, sorry .. sorry!" my spoken.

"Yes, no pa-pa" replied the man I hit.

"I'm sorry, for bumping into you for not paying attention to the road" I apologized.

"Sorry, hello Brother. Sorry ... hello .. sorry!" call me who is trying to throw her eyes at us.

"Oh, yes. No pa-pa, really!" answer's relaxed.

"Oh, yes, that's it. Forgive for the carelessness we have hit you. Then excuse me!" I said try to say goodbye.

"Oh, yes. Please!" reply agreed.

We both stepped forward, trying to leave the person I just hit. The head has now turned to the back again, to make sure that the person I hit is not paying attention to us anymore. It was unexpected, it turns out that the man I hit was still staring strangely at us, even though we had gone away from him.

"Eeem, why is that guy looking at me and Dilla all the time? Like the people he knew? Maybe he knew us, but we forgot his face. Who is he? How strange was his gaze? Very strange indeed, aaah .. let it be, after all I do not seem to know him, why do I think," the rumbling heart felt strange and suspicious.

"What's up, Dio? Why do you always look back? Looks like you noticed the guy you hit earlier, huh?" ask Dilla who is looking at my behavior.

"There's nothing, baby. Just wonder, why that person from earlier strange looking at us, which carefully and continuously," I explained.

"Maybe she was fascinated by my beauty 'kut, so that her eyes could not turn to look at the others," replied Dilla asked jokingly.

"Ciiieh, pretty bin nyebelin aja proud. Remember 'noh already have a husband, don't like to play the lyrics here and there," I answered.

"Hehehe, being interested in each other can't you? That guy was pretty good looking too!" Canda Dilla again.

"Buset dah, om-om want to be addressed as well 'do you? Dasatlr kinship," My frustration is now pulling Dilla's pointed nose.

"Aww .. aaa, pain dear."

"Hihihhi, sorry."

"Sick to know, I was just joking around flirting with you. Well, this is called mild kdrt, because it attracts and injures the nose of his own wife," complained Dilla.

"What crazy? Kdrt from hong kong? Narik noses so aja spelled kdrt, really cruel confessions you," behind my lament do not like.

"Hehehe, this is proof that it hurts to know. Lookie! it must've been flushed," pointed out Dilla.

"Yes .. yes, sorry."

"Heeh, siip! Next time no longer like this, ok" he said.

"Ready, boss."

Conversation after conversation had passed, until at last we had returned to Dilla's own house, which she said did not want to be in the home of her own parents, because he wanted to enjoy the romantic times of our household, without any obstacles from his parents who like kepo.