My wife Canduku
love must not have

Inca's finger whirled around touching Mario's chest imprinted with a Maori tattoo. Before going to bed Mario always holds the Inca in his arms, until they fall asleep.

Inka immediately tells the meeting of Indah and Desi to Mario, when he came home from work. Mario can't wait to hear the love story of his father-in-law's triangle. Indeed the story of Raka is the same as himself, but the difference is Mario has realized his heart at the right time, although still late, but at least Mario did not lose his love for ever.

"Sister, you're asleep." The Inca fingers are still spinning on Mario's chest.

"Sister." Inka turned her head to look at her husband's face.

It turned out that Mario was still awake, his eyes were open and staring at his wife's face.

"Where can I sleep, if your hands are like this." Mario catches the Inca wrist still spinning on his chest.

The Inca only showed her teeth.

"Wrongly not? if I still wish papa and mama were together." Said Inka, who was still playing her finger on Mario's chest.

"Wrong, because right now Mama Indah has a husband. If mama Indah does not have a husband, may you hope. I like Papa Karel better. He was nice and better to talk to. If papa Raka is stiff. I'm a little hard to get close to."

"Yes, papa Karel is nice and fun." Inka agreed to her husband's statement.

"That's it, let time answer. If they are meant to be fooled again, there will be a way later. Like us." Mario stroked the soft hair of the Inca.

The Inca nodded and fell silent.

"Darling.." Call Mario, make Inka turn and raise his head again.

"You again." Mario's soft voice, as he continued stroking the open shoulder of the Inca.

Currently, the bodies of the two were still plain, only wrapped in thick blankets of the same color and pattern as the bed spreys they occupied.

Inca got up and lay on Mario's chest. Look at the twin round mountains attached to her husband's chest.

"You're never satisfied only once." Inca smiled and pinched Mario's nose.

"You. Who told me to put on the milk, make me a brush."

Inca got up and held a blanket to cover her chest.

"Nake it.." Inka sneering.

Quickly, Mario got up and hugged the Inca body to lie back on his chest.

"Surely you're using the stacking here, here, here, and here." Mario's fingers touched his lips, chest, squeezed his crazy buttocks, and lastly at his core.

"Don't use hookups, but you're a pervert." Ledek Inka while covering her husband's face.

"Well, how not to pervert, if the service is always amazing." Mario pressed the final sentence with an expression that could not be interpreted.

Inca chuckling. "Sister... I'm really excited, the expression. Really, it's rich om bawdy tau no."

The two laughed, and before long, they did it again. Mario is indisputable, but with pleasure, the Inca serve him, because he also likes to be under the confinement of her husband. This is his name eleven twelve.

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Geck.. Geck.. Geck..

Inka awakens to a knock on the door of her room, accompanied by the subtle voice of Ambar who calls her name.

The Inca moved Mario's still-circular hand around his waist.

"Hmmm..." Mario is disturbed by the Inca movement and changes his sleeping position.

"Who the hell? early in the morning, it's a disruption to sleep." Mario said with his eyes half closed.

"Maybe Ambar or Dance. I asked them here if Maher and Mahira were fussy and hard to calm down."

"I went to the twin room first." Mario.

The Inca opened the door and lowered her head.

"Yes, Mbar."

"Sorry, ma'am disturbed me. Maher is still crying, it seems like the milk is less bu."

"Yes I'm there, just a second."

"Nice ma'am, excuse me."

Ambar left his room.

Then, the Inca went to the bathroom to clean up the leftovers left behind due to the unification that Mario did several times. He wears a sleeveless dres with a collar shaped 'V' and long above the knee. The red spots of Mario's bite marks were printed clearly on his neck and arms, because Mario bit his Inca shoulder during his release last night.

"Mama.." Inka greeted Indah who was already in her son's room.

The Inca approached her mother who painstakingly calmed Maher. He also saw Mahira who was engrossed with toys on his bed. Mahira's feet moved in her arms with perfectly round eyes looking at the spinning toy before her.

Beautifully turned her head towards the Inca and shook her head.

"That's the red mark covered first." Beautiful words with a smile.

The Inca directly touched his neck.

"Oh, I forgot." Inca laughs showing her teeth, covering her merry face.

"Mario's always like this every night?" Tanya Indah, who was directly influenced by the Inca.

"Mommy's happy to see you happy." Lovely hugged the Inca from the side and directly in her reply.

"I want my mom to be happy."

"We're happy you're with Daddy?" Ask Inka by taking off the hug, then facing her mother's eyes.

"Happy." replied Beautiful, but did not look into the eyes of the Inca.

"liks. Ma'am.." The Inca pulled his mother's arm, so that they would look them in the eye.

"Look at the Inca's eyes, answered honestly, Mama is happy with Papa Karel?"

"Mama also answered honestly, In. Karel always made my mom happy, she was kind, gentle, and loving. There's no reason not to love her."

"But mama still loves papa?" Ask Inka again.

"Always." Reply Beautiful, make the Inca gnash his forehead.

The Inca was confused by the beautiful answer.

"Mama's love for your father will remain here." Lovely continued her words and pointed at her chest.

"But Mama is happy with Karel, because love doesn't have to have. We'll still be happy in our own way."

The inca don't understand. He shook.

"I don't know what Mom meant."

Beautifully smiling and sniffing Inca arms. "That's it."

In the middle of the Inca and Beautiful conversation in the room, it turned out that there was Karel who heard the conversation from the beginning. Karel, who was about to follow his wife to her grandson's room, suddenly stopped at the door. He heard the princess's question. Actually, that question was also what he wanted to ask Beautiful, but did not dare to say.