Mas Duda Looking For Mom Milk
Expanding in the City of Flower
After coming from Sudirman Street, Tendean's father invited Dianti to go to the hotel. Rest for a while and tomorrow he will invite Dianti to visit his campus. Remembering the alma mater times. Indeed, that is the purpose of coming to the city of Bandung, to recall the memory in the youth first. Although his youth has passed, but remembering what has happened makes them feel young again.
"Rest first, Di ... tomorrow we will visit our campus well," asked Dad Tendean.
"Yes, may, Mas .. after breakfast only well," reply Mother Dianti there.
"Yes, you want me to call you Dianti or Mommy, Di? Which makes you more comfortable?" ask Tendean's father later.
"Mother it, Mas .. it's more convenient. Yes, maybe because all this time the little kids call me Mother. I like it," he replied.
"Well, Nda .. You can call me Mas only, if only two. If there is already Anaya and our grandchildren, please be conditioned," replied Tendean's father there.
"Yes, take a bath there Mas Dean .. let it be fresh and then rest first," said Mother Dianti.
"Well .. I'll take a shower. Look, just told to take a shower, I've been very happy, Nda. If you become a widower, no one takes care of it," he replied.
"From now on, I'll take care of you, Mas" he replied.
"Yes, take good care of me, yeah" he replied.
Finally Tendean's father chose to take a shower first. Both of them also changed to take a shower. Until the afternoon arrived, now both of them fell on the bed. Actually, Tendean's father wants to ask Dianti something now. However, he was very afraid if it made his wife feel uncomfortable. But it is better to say it. Rather than having to hold it yourself.
"Mother ... Nda, are you tired?"
Believe me, sometimes without asking explicitly, the man asking tired or not is a hidden signal, and has various meanings.
"Hmm, why is it Mas Dean?" tanyakanya.
"Not just ask.ok .. you are tired?" Again Tendean's father asked. Hopefully this time the question gets the right answer from his wife.
However, the wife just smiled pias there. A smile has a thousand meanings, right? However, if you start and take the initiative, remember the age, it also feels awkward.
"Which yesterday was still sick?" ask Tendean's father again.
"Still, however, only once. Still sore and sore," he replied.
"Yes, rest first," he replied.
Then Mother Dianti smiled and held her husband's one hand, "If Mas Dean would go ahead. I know," he said.
"Seriously?" ask again.
"Yes, seriously. Slow down, Mas ... essentially do not be too sick anyway," he replied.
"I'm glad you kissed my forehead" he said, still closing his eyes.
"I will always kiss your forehead in the morning open your eyes, and at night when we will enjoy the evening contest" said Tendean's father.
There was a faint nod from Dianti's head. Of course she was happy, because indeed when her husband was peeping his forehead, she felt loved, cared for. It feels so peaceful in my heart.
Slowly, Tendean's father's face dropped and the lips now landed a kiss on his wife's lips who was not wearing lipstick at the time. The surface of the skin that is chewy, sweet, and also warm can be felt Tendean Father, until the man closed his eyes. Slowly, Tendean's father moved his lips and began to clench them so gently. Two lips meet in one estuary where they both quench thirst. Muttering each other, taste each other sweet, and also rub each other with a tongue that brings both adrift in a cold storm of love. Yes, it's cold, but in fact now his body temperature is now rising so drastically. Warm up.
The hand that originally only held on the waist of the right and left sides, slowly crept and felt the curves of femininity in his wife's body. Giving a caress at the nape to the ears, touching the arm, until the hand deliberately gives a squeeze on the chest of his wife.
"Dians ... Dian," said Tendean's father, sighing with all his chest.
Not yet the wife replied, Tendean's father had brought his lips to drop a warm and wet kiss on his wife's neckline. Even though it is half a century, but the surface of the epidermis is still so smooth, it is more beautiful in her eyes.
Hands that slowly pulled over the shirt, which was worn by his wife, showed an area of the chest with a smooth skin surface. Oh, Tendean's father seems to be back young now. He opened his lips, and began to drop bite after bite which left a red trace on the neck to the so-so-so-so-wavering chest pop.
Pun Dianti who accidentally removed the shirt worn by her husband. Equally shirtless. Until both can feel the body temperature increases drastically.
Combing the chest area, Tendean's father removed the white cover container with a decoration of some of the flowers. The man opened his eyes and saw his wife. Although the youthfulness of youth has passed, what is in front of his eyes now is just so exciting.
The man slowly began to suck the peaches that were there. Holding back with his hand, and biting him slowly, sucked at him, muttering him so eagerly. Screeches from his wife accompanied by squeezes in the area of his hair actually makes Dad Tendean added and more excited.
Until there all the threads that stick there regardless of everything. Tendean's father noticed the appearance of his wife, he adored. Therefore, he slowly castrated the valley below. Sucking it so eagerly, stabbing it slowly with the tip of his tongue, even his three fingers gave off a temptation there.
"Mas Dean ... That's Dean!"
Dianti. A strange, blinding feeling came back to him. This time, the pain was gone alternating with a sense of flying and hovering. Until Dad Tendean, ask the wife to wet the house first. Then the man put himself. Slowly and very subtly, the union of two souls in one estuary occurred.
"Dians ... By .. an!"
Again Tendean's father felt himself almost explode. He was just silent, yet raining, but the warm welcome and grip inside there had already made him a craze. Until by holding his wife's waist, Tendean's father slammed slowly. Poked. Breaking through to the impact felt inside there.
So unified. So beautiful. Until the two really wade the river that empties into the ocean of love. Waves by waves, ripples of water, and waves also wetted it, as if making both of them almost drown. But that's the pleasure.
So tightly Dianti hugged her husband. She received every treatment from her husband. Adjust that this is a beautiful combination of love for a husband and wife.
To the limit, Tendean's father felt his body shake so violently. His eyes closed tightly. Eventually, he exploded and broke. Falling and sweating. That was how Tendean's father felt right now. Really beautiful, beautiful estuary and also wrapped in a million pleasures.
"I love you, Dian ... I love you," said Tendean's father gasping there.
"I'm also Mas Dean .. love you so much!"