Leaning Sweet Me
Welcome home my beloved wife 2

"I haven't had a shower!"

"I happen to be too!" he chuckles.

With a single movement Farrel carried Metta's body that was not how much, making Metta squeal in shock, he said,

"Aaaa..., Farrel put me down, you .. iihh!" his screeches.

Farrel did not want to care at all, Mac's presence there like an heirloom jar that was just silent at the corner of the door to see the behavior of his employer.

All of a sudden I miss my wife, I'd rather just go out and go home, and that means I'm gonna get in trouble for leaving. Inner Mac.

Farrel took Metta into the room, and closed the door he pushed with the heel of his shoe, while Metta put her hand around Farrel's neck for fear of falling.

"Farrel, Mac's still out!"

"Why do you think of other men? Do you want me to hold Mac too?"

"Jeez, that's not what I mean!" metta.

"No, don't think about Mac!"

Farrel took Metta into the bathroom, lowered her slowly, and Metta hit Farrel's arm hard.

"You're a bitch, you're embarrassing me!" he said by releasing his high hill.

"Son's gonna take a shower, let's take a bath together."

Farrel filled the water on the Bathtube, then he closed the bathroom door, re-examining the water that increasingly filled the bathtube, by dripping a few drops of therapeutic scent.

While Metta was just sculpting, her eyes moved following the movements of her husband, and giggled behind Farrel's back.

Making Farrel turn his head, "Kok, laugh .. Don't tell me you're thinking about it."

"What the hell, I just laughed at your busy behavior, with clothes still complete so, not to take off your shoes so." he giggled.

"Sister, don't laugh at me!"

Farrel approached him, squeezing Metta's body, which was still giggling,

"I've missed you since morning,"

"Yes, yes I know, but I'd like to change clothes first!"

"No, we're not going to take a shower,"

Woe, besides sweet and full of surprises. He is also a hobby to make my heart not because of this.

Farrel grabbed Metta's chin, tilting his head against her tiny lips, with his tongue breaking in freely, like a sip of honey, exchanging saliva.

So gently made Metta close her eyes, enjoying the sighs after the swirling in her bloodstream.

Slowly Farrel opened one by one the buttons Metta with his hand creeping slowly in, mere mas round object Metta, making it moan, until the round object was getting puffed up.

Metta loosened the circular tie around Farrel's neck, with the increasingly agile fingers unbuttoning the shirt, and the kiss turned deeper and deeper, more demanding.

Throwing off one by one clothes, throwing them away, moans and groans made them stick their two bodies together, Farrel's lips turned down the niche of the wife's neck, peeling it many times, and, until the heartbeat continues to accompany the journey of the two of them.

Ignoring the bathtubs that are already fully filled, they are increasingly attached to the corner of the bathroom, colliding with each other. The gelanyar was getting bigger, the sounds like melodious sounds were no less choked, when Farrel's weapons entered with difficulty.

"Ooooh...."

Metta's two black beads rounded out as the weapon entered him slowly, slowly,

Metta bit her lower lip slightly, hissing long with a moan held in the esophagus.

Ahh Farrel...

So did Farrel who growled softly, felt the warmth of the shield with hands that were getting squeezed, turned twisted and returned mere mas soft but also full of emphasis, with one hand holding Metta's foot, move according to the rhythm of the shahdu that chime with them.

Mmmmpphc ..shh

Like crashing waves, their journey to the top, flying soar and then into the world that there are only two of them, and taste happiness, shake violently and pass the seeds of love in it.

Eeughhh I'm coming

Aaagghh El

The final blow that delivers a strong, gripping sting then weakens on its own.

"I love you...." Whisper Metta with a rasp.

"I love you more Mettasha."

"I want to take a shower" said Metta, pushing Farrel's body slowly.

They chuckled at the bathtube that was already full of water that was spilling everywhere,

"Let's take a shower," Farrel asked by pulling Metta.

"I go first." said Metta who grabbed the bathrobe.

"No, we take a shower, just a bath ... I promise," said Farrel with a V-shaped index and middle finger.

"Bath only!"

Farrel nodded, he chuckled and then kissed his wife's forehead long and deep.

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Metta came out first with a towel that slumped over his head, and only realized if he did not know the ins and outs of the whole apartment.

Farrel walked behind and frowned seeing Metta just still standing.

"Why baby?" He hugged from behind.

"You keep where my clothes are? In this room there is no closet." he said with eyes sweeping the entire room with king size bed, next to the sofa with a balcony out. Then the big glass can even be said like glass in a mall, a mall,

The dressing table is empty, and the television screen is as big as the door in the corner of the room. There's nothing else.

Farrel chuckled, he forgot the order that had been prepared when Metta came, after the completion of the welcoming event, they should have done the tour plate, dinner and lastly just done what had just been done.

Farrel scratched his head, the arrangement of the event ended in a mess, he who could not stem the has rat that was carrying his flying many times over,

"Your clothes have been stored on the walk in closet" said Farrel, who pushed the large glass to the side.

The big glass was open, to show the room that was no less luxurious, so that Metta was wide-eyed to see it.

He entered the walk-in closet, and was more and more flabbergasted by the sight of the clothing line, very neat, and very neat, The size table in the middle contains a tie and also a watch with a row next to it that is still empty.

"This part is for you baby, I want you to fill it with everything you want."

Metta turned to "Love!"

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Metta was shocked when he saw Mother and Father Farrel sitting at the dining table, with a crib full of food on the table.

"Mother ... Dad," cried Metta and approached them.

"Well here it is, finally out too," said Mother Ayu, with a chuckle.

Metta's face turned huey withstanding embarrassment. He then took them in turns.

Since when are my father and mother here.

"How are you doing, son?" ask Arya to him.

"Well, father and mother themselves how?"

"High blood goes up, because you don't go back to the main house!" mama Ayu said annoyed.

"Sorry Bun, the plan is that tomorrow will be there, ta-"

"Mother, Father.." said Farrel who just came out of the room.

Mother Ayu chuckled, "Well that's a bad boy, mother and father should wait for you here from now on, even spend a box of this cake."

Farrel chuckled, hugging his mother, "Sorry Bun,"

While Arya shook her head to see it,

"Well, can we talk for a second?" farrel said to his father.

Arya nodded, "Dad also wants to talk to you about something."

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