My Personal Tour Guide
Caught Wet

The morning sunlight began to fall through the reflection of glass that was not closed by the curtain. The beautiful face that had served Bimo all night was still sound asleep in his arms. Bimo stroked Ajeng's long hair and rubbed Ajeng's curves with one of his hands.

“Bimo... Good morning,” greet Ajeng with eyes that are still working – jobs. “What time is awake?” asked Ajeng by immersing his face in da da Bimo. Although still sticky, the distinctive aroma of Bimo's body has become opium for Ajeng.

“Not long. You still sleepy?” ask Bimo. He pulled Ajeng's chin to give a wry pan on Ajeng's lips. “If you are still sleepy, you can sleep again. Our flight is still noon,” explained Bimo. His hand continued pushing pan tat Ajeng until it urged his. Bimo mere mas pan tat it until Ajeng had to smile.

“Still in the morning already want to wake up again him,” Ajeng chirps. He felt the oval object move stiffened and mengepel part in his team.

Because of the anxiety and wonder with the power of Bimo that never goes out, Ajeng gathers his energy to menin dihi Bimo. Slowly but surely Ajeng's hand directed Bimo's to enter the hallway of his cage again.

“Aghhh...” de sah Ajeng by closing his eyes.

Bimo smiled with satisfaction at the expression of Ajeng who was feeling his trunk slipping in. His hips also stomped a little to get deeper.

“I want to see how you sway,” said Bimo while menge lus – e lus slowly paahaa Ajeng.

Feeling himself challenged, Ajeng showed his action to shake his hips. Although not as powerful as his shock, but Bimo enjoyed what he felt at this time. His eyes closed while turning – twirling kenyaal shoots. He mere mas the hanging fruit by enjoying the sensation of his trunk being devoured – voracious aisle dut.

“Harder baby..” de sah Bimo. After a few minutes, his jaw burned even more. He began to flip the position by slamming Ajeng's body under him. Ajeng who was tired of swaying plus a sense of fatigue last night that has not recovered, must put his body again to be enjoyed Bimo.

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After a hot game on the bed, now Bimo and Ajeng must prepare to go to the airport.

“You can sleep now, baby. The journey is long. Later when the time of food comes, I wake you up,” said Bimo while installing seatbelt on the Ajeng plane seat. He menges cup and rubs – strokes Ajeng's head to sleep immediately.

Traveling from Qatar to Indonesia is quite time consuming. Coupled with the difference in Indonesia time earlier 4 hours make Bimo and Ajeng to Yogyakarta at midnight.

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“Where else are we going, Bim?” tanya Ajeng after arriving at Jogja airport.

“I'll take you to my house. You can spend the night at my house tonight. After that tomorrow afternoon we can go to Solo, to your house,” replied Bimo. He looked around the taxi area to find an empty taxi.

“What if I don't sleep in your house? There will be your mother..” asked Ajeng.

Bimo smiled faintly at the question.

“In my house there are many rooms. Surely we won't be one room tonight.”

“Owh..” Ajeng's white teeth began to appear to ring in front of Bimo.

The two immediately got into a taxi and headed to Bimo's house located in the Prambanan Temple area.

The house with a modern style that looks big seen from the length of the gate that surrounds the area of his house. Bimo immediately dropped off – suitcases and other items from inside the taxi to get inside the house immediately.

“Already at 1 am. Mama must have slept. Come on in,” take Bimo.

That night the two slept separately. There is a different taste felt by Ajeng. It had been a few weeks that he used to sleep with Bimo, but now he had to sleep without smelling the scent of his lover's body. It feels very anxious. Like being separated by a long distance. They are still a roof.

“Kok earlier Bimo did not kiss my forehead or head yes just as he walked to his room? Uu.hhhuff...... It's 2 o'clock. It's so hard for my eyes to be invited to the corridor!” gerutu Ajeng's.

Already many times he rolled – bolsters on the bed to try to sleep. But still his mind was lost to Bimo... Bimo. and Bimo...

Tok Tok Tok...

The sound of knocking on the door began to be heard by Ajeng. Fast – fast Ajeng get out of bed to open the door.

The face with twinkling eyes in his arms encouraged Bimo to land his ciu man again to Ajeng's lips. He melu malu delicate.. a little demanding and increasingly greedy with mere mas one of the chewy fruits that stick in da danya.

“Bim Another voice suddenly appeared in front of that room in Ajeng's place.

Quickly Bimo helps Ajeng to tidy up the hair and clothes that he has been ruffled.

“Who is it, Bim?” ask ajeng slowly.

“Mama...” replied Bimo slowly.

Bimo immediately opened the door of the room to meet his mother.

“Bim? What time is it? How do you use the guest room?” asked Clara after rubbing her eyes.

“Iya, mom. I just arrived. I brought Ajeng to our house,” replied Bimo.

Slowly Ajeng came out from hiding behind Bimo's back.

“Tante..” saya Ajeng. She still feels awkward because this is the first time she has met her mother Bimo. Moreover, the meeting seemed to be caught off guard after doing a scene with Bimo. His chest was beating uncharacteristically as he stood up and looked at the face of Clara's mother.

“Very beautiful prospective daughter-in-law mama...” said bu Clara scattered her embrace to Ajeng. “Why still call aunty? You can call my mom now... Do not hesitate – condolences..” said bu Clara released her embrace.

Inadvertently bu Clara saw some red spots around da Ajeng because she was wearing a sleeping tanktop. She smiled with excitement because of course it was her son's doing.

“So mom came out of the room because she was suddenly thirsty. Mama's drinking water in the room ran out. So my mom went to the kitchen to get a drink. Don't know at first glance mama look like you entered this room. It turns out you are..” said bu Clara continues to clap – epuk arm Bimo. “Yes already, if so you go ahead. Mama wants to go back to the bedroom to sleep,” said Ms. Clara.

With a quick motion Ajeng also pushed Bimo's back to get out of his room.

“Then I want to sleep too, Bim.  Good night mom. Good night, Bim,” said Ajeng with his shy face. He did not dare to look into the eyes of Clara or Bimo.

After Bimo and Bu Clara came out of his room, Ajeng could breathe a sigh of relief. He was relieved that Bimo's mother looked good and could accept it. Unreasonable happiness makes Ajeng prancing – prancing in front of the glass.

Chequek....

Ajeng's room door opened again as Bimo came back to his room.

“You why dancing in front of the glass?” bimo asked withstanding his laughter.

Ajeng who is still carried away by the atmosphere of pleasure directly embrace Bimo tightly – eratt. He menges cup both of Bimo's cheeks while on his tiptoes.

“I'm happy because your mama is nice to me. Moreover, he asked me to call mama from now on.” explained Ajeng.

The little thing that Bimo did not think of made him shake his head –.

“This you... I think you why..” chirps Bimo. He continues pushing Ajeng's body into the bed to carry out his mission.

“Bim, not now. Later if your mom suddenly hit the door of this room how?” tanya Ajeng was worried. His eyes looked at the door while holding the hand of Bimo who wanted to open his shirt.

“Mama is back to sleep. He's not going to come here. At the door, I've already locked it. Let me do it now... (Let me do it now)” said Bimo.

For the first time Bimo did a union with Ajeng in his home. This time Ajeng made a mistake because he had to hold de sahannya. He was worried that his strange voice could be heard by his mother Bimo.

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