Fondled Passion 3 Cogan
Working Departure Urinary

Want to pack, prepare some clothes to take home. Tomorrow morning we are allowed to go home.

"How's Dio? Have there been any strange things going on in this hospital?" asked the male in-laws to invite chat outside the room Dilla treated.

He is still worried about us. At the hospital there were about five bodyguards deployed. He didn't want the man to touch us again.

"Alhamdulillah, all this time is still good, and there is nothing to be suspicious and wary of," I replied calmly.

There was no movement from yesterday. During the hospital there is no sign he will attack, may know if the escort began to tighten, can even be seen in the hospital many bodyguards are guarding.

"Thank God then. But you must remain vigilant and do not let your guard down, because our enemy is not an indiscriminate person to deal with, which could be at any time attacked," Advice in-laws.

"Yes, Pa. I will always be on standby by exerting all my strength to protect my beloved wife."

"Good Dio. You are a daughter-in-law who is always reliable and kind. Forgive me, if I can't protect you with Papa's strength, because you know yourselves Papa is starting to get weak in strength, and Papa can only help you by hiring a bodyguard," clearly he's not feeling well.

"It's okay, Pa. I can understand. Even if just by directing the bodyguard, that alone means Papa has really helped us," I replied legowo.

"Thank you, Dio."

"Yes, Pa."

Our discussions are urgently needed, in order to be able to exchange opinions if necessary, on the integrity of our safety.

In-laws whose faces are fierce and look fierce, it is not the same as his appearance, it turns out very well beyond the expectations of outsiders so far.

What a fortune I have, besides getting his beautiful daughter, it turns out that the nature of women and men in-laws is very good too, with a myriad of affection more than as his own child.

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The morning sun had been present to say hello, with a breeze of cold wind had managed to stab until it felt repeated, due to the strong wind blowing through the cracks of the room window.

The wound has healed, so Dilla has now been preoccupied with the activity of wanting to get ready to go back to work to his office, and I as a husband must participate busy too, too, make preparations for all escorts and help the work in his office.

"Can the work be delayed? I'm still a little worried about your wounds, if anyone still hasn't healed. Fear also if the relapse also ngilunya," I asked very there was a sense of anxiety

"No pa-pa, dear Dioku. I am really in good condition now. You don't have to worry too much anymore" he said, now hugging me from behind, when he just finished bathing wrapped in a towel just around the waist.

"Not that, Dilla. It's only natural that your husband is worried, because I don't want my beautiful wife to be hurt again, like yesterday's worrying events. You know how unsettled you are when you're lying weak?" my busy answer is choosing clothes that fit in.

"Hmm, know. Because you don't want to lose me."

"Well, that's all you know."

"But the work of nengpang. Many employees complain they can't solve it by themselves."

"Oh yeah, then."

"What hand can you not pull over for a moment? I can't wear clothes!" my lament.

Today I don't know why he's so spoiled. The head is kept behind the back.

"Can't. I felt comfortable like this, "His youth answered.

"Is it really that comfortable? I'm still bare-chested and wrapped in a towel. Afraid of catching a cold this. Don't you want that?" god tried to destroy him.

"What's? Hadeeh, the brain if it has been filled with such a thing yes, nih! The edges will definitely lead to it," Dilla's regret did not like.

"Hahahaha, just know you, yank. After that people have not had time to wear clothes at all to hug, not that it will invite something good," I replied teasing him again.

Turning around, looking for a moment at his shady face. It was this alternating self that hugged Dilla from behind.

"But you're too weird and crazy about it. Cook hugging just leads to kayak. I still have my shame and pride as a woman" she said, unwilling to budge.

"It doesn't matter either, if only the woman asked first. There is a hadith that says, (if a woman asks her husband for the right first, then heaven will await her). And what's wrong with that request if you really want it, because I'll be ready to serve this heretic," I explained.

"It's not wrong, anyway. But-but? Know ah. I was just missing just want to hug you, but your mind alone that is awkward to lead there," said he who now let go of hugs want to pass away.

"Eiiiit, where are you going?" Prevent me who is now grabbing her waist from hugging again.

Hands again hugged the embrace. The eyes that have a strand of love have clashed with each other, both looking carefully at the net that shows there is a trace of beauty of affection. Her sexy lips wrapped in red blushing lipstick, looked so exciting. His cheeks are white and smooth, little by little showing a bias of red hues, so the desire to devour it is so unstoppable.

"Do you really not want to feel what we just argued about?" my many are full of passion.

The look on his face hinted at something, but strangely there was no definite answer from him, until the burning patience had tasted the soul.

Cuup, without being able to hold back, his lips that stained immediately I was full of desire, when the heightened sense had already plagued the soul.

"Don't be so weird in the morning" she lamented back my kiss.

"I feel weird, 'cause you're fishing. I'm too out of control to want to bully you, okay!" my answer is that more and more you kiss her.

The hand that had held the clothes I wanted to wear, now I threw it in every direction, in order to conquer the woman who had now been locked by the kiss, which we began to reciprocate with. Dilla's clothes were originally neat to go to work, now I have broken up to give a million sense of harmony.

Comfort is a beautiful thing when you are with him.

Beautiful is a gift created that is attached to him.

Peaceful, a sense so fair, when he managed to knock down my defenses.

Love, the pleasure of all tastes that lead to the journey of eternity.

Honey, a feeling that just grows, when he gives all the soul to have.

When the body of the heart begins to dominate, a sense of having vaporized everything.

Growing seeds of peace, so strengthen the fabric of household harmony.