LOVE EXAM (My Uncle Jones )
93. Starving.

After putting up the bedding Jones returned to the bathroom, he saw his wife enjoying the smell of terafy and warm tears with her eyes closed.

He noticed the plain face of Shafa who had just a few minutes into the bathtub to soak with warm water and the aroma of terafy that had been prepared by Jones specifically for his beloved wife.

"Dear."

"Henghhhh." still with eyes closed.

"It's still sore and painful." put his hand in the bathtub, then went to the bottom of his wife.

Shafa's eyes widened to feel Jones' hand touch hers, her face reddened again, not to lose the red hue that was caused by the husband's actions now back blushing again, the face back blushing again, her husband seemed to be very happy flirting and making himself embarrassed.

"Uncle."

"It's still sick dear." asked Jones again because Shafa did not answer his question.

"little Uncle, do not hold dong Shafa was embarrassed "push Jones' hand slowly, she really felt ashamed of her husband's behavior and behavior to her.

Jones lifts Shafa's body from inside the bathtub, then places it on the edge of the bathtub, Jones opens Shafa's legs wider in front of him.

Jones' position was crouching in front of Shafa he saw and examined the bottom of Shafa carefully and seriously, of course Shafa was more embarrassed he then pushed slowly Jones from before him.

Jones had wanted to go straight to the kitchen to prepare a meal for them but seeing a little more bloodstains than normal made him worry that there was a wound on ******* the wife.

So he went back to the bathroom to check on Shafa's female organs, and after he checked there was no sign of injury and irritation there was only a rash and reddened by the magic wand.

"Uncle. don't do it." pushed Jones' head away from him, Shafa certainly awkwardly exposed his limbs openly in front of Jones, Shafa said, although Jones is her husband but still she feels embarrassed and disinclined.

"It's okay, baby, I'm just checking if there's any wound, it's no dear, thank goodness." Jones returned to hold Shafa and put him back in the bathtub.

The red face like a tomato can not hide Shafa, he looked down embarrassed not dare to look and look at Jones, he said, but Jones, who understood his wife's feelings, raised Shafa's face to face.

"Why dear, shy?, do not be ashamed honey husband and wife look at each other already should, there is nothing to hide, so dear no need to be embarrassed ya." kissing friendly lips Shafa.

Shafa did not reply and he was still downcast in shame, his position leaning against the wall of the bathtub made Jones again kiss Shafa's lips accessing up into Shafa's mouth.

The breath of both equally stingy enjoy the kiss that Jones did, until finally Jones unfastened all the clothes attached to his body.

Jones went into the bathtub, he himself examined his wife ahirnya he himself could not bear so he wanted to tease his wife again.

Jones had forgotten the task of cooking for them, and he had forgotten that Reza would come to deliver his order, he forgot that the worm in his stomach and his wife's stomach had thrashed to fill.

The man was so fascinated by the beauty of the body of his wife who he had just one day married, he forgot that he himself put Shafa in the bathtub to soak to reduce the aches and pain and fatigue Shafa, but he had again disturbed his wife in the bathroom.

Jones was like stranded in the desert and just met the oasis so that his thirst was just treated, he was lost and drunk to forget the land.

Hhh emmmm

Shafa resigned, although he had refused to serve Jones' wishes, but because of Jones' great seduction made Shafa finally obey and let what Jones would do to him.

Jones lifted Shafa's body slightly upward so that he could see the beautiful face of his wife who was getting intoxicated, Shafa's eyes closed he did not dare to look at Jones, he said, the bright atmosphere in the bathroom made her embarrassed to see the entire body of Jones who was by her side and one place with her.

"Darling, I want you." whispered Jones in Shafa's ear.

Shafa did not reply he let Jones let go of the desire on his body, the pain that had begun to disappear seemed to be coming again.

Jones again brought Shafa flying high in the awang awang, doing husband and wife relationship umpteenth time since last night, Jones seemed to have backup energy, as if he had a backup power, although he had been repeatedly and for a long time did not seem tired, it was getting more excited.

Shafa is confused whether her husband is not tired, tired, whether his body is made of iron or steel so that Jones does not feel pain and aching why like him only he feels it, he feels it, sematara Jones is not.

Although Shafa is still embarrassed and uncomfortable but the obligation of a wife is to serve the husband, even the pain in his lower body is still felt but because the husband still wants her he can only resign.

Shafa realized the position of those who tampa a piece of cloth covering their bodies, especially their bodies, He looked embarrassed on Jones' chest with a reddened face.

While breathing in the hunt, Jones lifts his wife's tiny, weakly drooping body in his arms, Jones cradles Shafa like a koala boy down the Shower to cleanse himself and his wife.

After reaching the bottom of the Shower Jones bathed himself and his wife slowly, then after finishing Jones wrapped Shafa's body with a long and thick bathrobe to reduce Shafa's cold because it had long soaked in added Jones ask and do it again in the bathtub.

Jones wears a towel to his knees and then carries another Shafa bridal style out of the bathroom.

"You are cold my dear." he asked anxiously looking at his wife's pale face.

"Henghhhh.."nodding slowly.

Jones put Shafa's body on the bed, he dried Shafa's long hair with a small towel and then he wrapped it until the head after which he put his wife's tiny body and then blanketed with a thick blanket, he also went inside to warm his wife.

"Still cold dear." gently stroked Shafa's face.

"Little."

Kraukk..

Jones was surprised to hear the sound of protest from inside his wife's stomach, the scream of worm the second time that morning, Jones then kissed Shafa's lips, then he excused to the kitchen he then came out of the blanket.

"Darling, I cooked for us first yeah, just a minute hmmm, wait here later I bring our food here just come."

Henghhhh..

Jones got out of bed in a hurry, after wearing his shirt Jones went straight out of the room to the kitchen.

In the kitchen Reza had placed Jones' ordered groceries on the kitchen table, he entered quietly and went silent for fear of disturbing the newlyweds.

Buru buru Jones cooked capcay and sweet spicy fried chicken for them to eat, by then the clock had shown twelve o'clock past thirty minutes.

It was time for lunch while breakfast was already missed, so breakfast was double lunch.

Once more sobbing the already starving capcay Shafa impatiently, he followed Jones into the kitchen He walked slowly towards the kitchen with slightly open footsteps.

Shafa wears a large Jones shirt that he took from the closet, because he also does not have pants and other clothes he was also forced to wear Jones but because his pants are all too big Shafa also wear trending Jones pants that wear rubber on the waist.

Jones was surprised to see the presence of Shafa nearby, he felt sorry to see the way his wife walked, he quickly walked after Shafa then he carried to the dining table, then he sat his beloved on a soft chair there.

"Kok came baby, I told you we'd take our food to the room."

"Sorry baby, I should have bought ready-to-eat food, I'm sorry, wait a minute, baby, I'm cooking."

Henghhhh..

Jones returned to the stove and turned back the vegetables, not long after which Jones served the food he cooked in front of Shafa, with Shafa's trembling hands scooping the rice and side dishes onto Jones' plate.

"Don't love, let me take it, baby eat it first, I'm bribing ya."

"Ta. but Uncle." the voice stammered.

"Listen to what my dear husband says, obey ya."

"Shafa bribes himself." scooping up the food that Jones brought for them both, because Jones wanted a plate with his wife, but because Shafa's hand always shakes Jones increasingly less bear.

Jones grabbed his wife's body and he held it in his lap, then he took the spoon from Shafa's hand and fed her.

"Sheaf...Shafa aja Uncle."

"My wife, let me serve you dear."

"But Uncle."

"Nothing but but darling." Jones fed his wife, there was pain in his heart seeing Shafa's little hand feeding rice into his mouth with trembling hands.

"I'm sorry this husband who can't control himself, baby, I'm sorry I made you this way" Jones said in a trembling voice.

Engh... Shafa did not answer he was busy chewing the rice that entered his mouth, sometimes Shafa helped push Jones' hand so that the spoon quickly reached his mouth, sometimes his own head that moved to the hands of Jones because he was impatient.

"Slow down honey, our food will not run out much yangk."

Enghhhh.

"I love you honey." kissed Shafa's forehead sitting tilted on his lap.

"Enghhh yes, Shafa knows, Shafa will eat first" he replied as he chewed the food and covered his mouth.

"Sorry dear."

Jones hugged Shafa's waist one hand while the other hand fed the starving Shafa, as Shafa had just returned from Ethiopia for seven days and seven nights without eating.

Jones cursed himself, he was angry at him for making his beloved wife starve and exhausted.

"If papa you know I've made you like this, then end my history dear." murmured Jones inwardly while watching his wife's lips that were eating but looked sexy in her eyes.

"Uncle, Shafa wants to drink milk." he asked after eating the rice and side dishware that Jones prepared for the two of them, Shafa looked at Jones confused because the husband just stared at his request.

"Uncle." calling again.

"Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

"Shafa wants to drink milk" she repeated.

"Susu?" saw his wife's chest next to his chest.

"Henghhhh warm chocolate milk."

"Hhhhh, baby, wait a minute." Jones patted his own body because his brain immediately trapeled to hear the word milk.

Shaded by the milk attached to the wife's chest, milk is very beautiful, contained and dense, which makes her crazy crazy.

(Basic Jones ngeres, replace the title deh you are not Jones ngenes anymore, Jones ngeres 🤣🤣 )

Jones moved Shafa from his lap to the chair, the food on the plate was gone, even the food that Jones put on the plate was a jumbo meal for the two of them.

Because Jones wanted to eat a plate with Shafa but instead spent alone by his wife but still less jugs until asked to make milk on her husband.

Jones gave the newly made warm milk to his wife and immediately drank Shafa but gradually because it was a little hot.

Good thing before marriage Jones had been shopping for goods and food items commonly used and in food by Shafa including chocolate milk favorite of the wife, only vegetables that forget the stock in the refrigerator.

"Hot Uncle."

"Dear heart, I blow ya."

"No Shafa, Uncle don't eat ?."

"Yes, in a moment." actually Jones is just as hungry as Shafa because he has also drained a lot of energy since night to prey on his wife but because he saw his wife who starved of appetite Jones like lost somewhere.

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