My Young Widow
Whose son?

The father rubbed his chest feeling relieved when the two women's soulmates returned, while waiting for him pale because Andra did not stop nausea and vomiting.

"Dicated milk, sir?"

Mr. gaping. "Whose husband?"

Eh, girl then grinned, young pregnant woman climbed the stairs quickly and carefully, there is the work of Andra in her stomach, the widower can be angry if a dangerous shock occurs.

He must remember and remind Andra of the husband and wife relationship, for a while until the fetus is clearly visible, they are prohibited from connecting first in order to be safe, the girl must be prepared because the widow is delicious.

"Ndra!" The girl screeched, she ran to the front of the bathroom, her widow fainted there. "Ndra, get up, I'm home, look!"

Andra opened her eyes when she heard the voice of the Girl, hugged and kissed the face of the Girl without stopping, then her movement down to the buttons that were about to come off, had the Girl is special for her, relieve thirst.

The pregnant woman let it sit for a while until the husband is satisfied, if it is, then he will move to bed.

Regarding the semi-scuffiness because Andra sucked it strongly beyond the strength of the baby, Girl just looked up while closing her eyes, occasionally she sighed, but that*******sick.

"Oh yeah, I moved to bed with you, huh?" Andra nodded. "You want me to tell you something that makes you excited, eheheheh...."

Andra frowned, she still wanted to be spoiled while hugging the waist of the Girl as if the Girl would just leave her side.

The girl quietly out of her pocket the test results were done and proved she was pregnant with this widower, widening the paper in front of Andra to make Andra more confused.

The widower's eyes blinked beautifully and confused repeatedly, he rubbed and sharpened it again, looking at the girl who kept smiling.

Andra exerts pressure on the waist and abdomen in front of the Girl, making the Girl squeal strongly.

"Don't arrest gini, Ndra. his son pity later!" said the girl in the shady style.

Andra looked up, she loosened her hands, the wife's words made her brain freeze.

"Helen, who are you talking about?"

The girl smiled again, she dared to kiss Andra's lips for the first time without any burden and was afraid of being attacked or maybe cursed.

"Helen, tell me what's up!" andra's eyes went all over the room, no one. "Helen"

"Our son, Ndra... Whose other son?" Girl swipes the tip of her nose on Andra's nose, while Andra's eyes water. "This is a test at the hospital, this is an obscure USG photo, we're back next week to see the deductible, so. Congratulations on being Daddy, Ndra!"

Daddy...

The widower could not say anything, other than staring at the Girl with wet eyeballs and lowering both his hands back to the flat belly of the Girl, he rubbed it softly and gently, then his face lodged there, and his face was lodged there, uncover a little to be able to smell the stomach that is believed to be the result of his hard work.

Andra looked up again. "Pregnant?"

"Yes, I will be proud mom after this, eheheheheh ... Daddy doesn't like it?"

Andra got up and kissed the face of the Girl, the pretty face was almost wet because Andra kissed her while crying, only this time the Girl saw her widow crying and it was about them.

Their lips fused together, clenching against each other, this time hotter and passionate.

But, before Andra asked for more, Girl stop first.

"Why?"

"Say ma'am doctor, his son can't be seen yet, Daddy .. he still has to be safe until next week, eheheheheh." The girl buried Andra's face in both of her crazy mounds.

Andra was whining, but she was ready for this, holding back her desire.

"I love you, Helen ... Don't leave me!" Andra pagut those lips back.