Retaliation of the Sick Wife
Signal

When the heart overflows with gratitude, when the mind feels relieved because of the burden that has filled his mind as if it has been lifted, what remains is the gratitude and relief that is abundant in the heart. Bisma and Kanaya who were still sitting on the sofa, walked together to look at the room of Aksara.

The parents looked at his son's sleeping face, and Kanaya placed her kiss on Aksara's forehead.

“Good sleep, His Son Mother .. I Love U,” Kanaya said.

The same is the case with Bhishma who kissed her son's forehead, “Beautiful dream, Aksara .. Your dear father,” said Bisma.

After confirming that Aksara had slept well, the two walked back to their rooms. Once inside the room, apparently Bisma immediately grabbed his wife's body from behind. The man pulled out his wife's hair, showed her the wife's neckline, and planted her warm, wet kisses there.

“I Miss U,” says Bisma now.

However, why did the voice of Bhishma sound hoarse and deep. The man's baritone voice that is so distinctive in fact can make Kanaya bristle.

Kanaya then raised her hand and landed her to caress the side of her husband's face, rubbing it slowly with her soft palms.

“I Miss U too, Mas Doctor,” Reply Kanaya.

Bhishma smiled, the man now showered a kiss on the nape of the wife which of course, was not just a kiss. However, it is also a signal given the husband that the man wants his wife.

Kanaya closed her eyes, letting her husband do whatever he liked. Then, Kanaya turned around and looked at her husband's face. “Lock the door first, Mas,” said Kanaya.

Bisma nodded, she immediately locked the door of her room and walked back to her wife. Then Bisma sat on the edge of the bed, while Kanaya was still standing tidying her hair and now the woman was just smacking her hair up high. Kanaya walked towards the bed, directly landing her ass on her husband's lap.

Unforgivable, the woman smiled and put her warm lips over her husband's lips. When the lips meet the lips, then what happens next is kissing each other, fondling each other, as if the two reciprocate and channel their feelings this time for each other.

Even Kanaya, who for four years realized that her emotions were more domineering, now the woman seemed to give the green light to her husband. When Kanaya kissed, Bisma grabbed the wife's lips. Sucking it, smacking the folds of his wife's upper and lower lips alternately. Bisma sighed, as the wife's hand began to touch her ears, feel her neck, and also give a squeeze in her hair. It was as if Bhishma was really drifting this time.

Pausing for a moment of her kiss, Kanaya looked at Bhishma, but the woman's hand looked for the edge of the t-shirt worn by her husband and made the top of her husband plain. Kanaya smiled, her hands moving in the chest area of her husband's field.

“You are naughty,” said Bisma suddenly while biting his wife's ear.

“Enjoy it, Mas .. all this time you are always starting and giving your best. Now, enjoy it,” said Kanaya.

Even now Kanaya pushed her husband's chest, until the man fell on his back on the bed. Kanaya pressed her husband and kissed him on the lips. Not wanting to waste her husband's sweet and warm lips, but it was also the lips that always motivated her and said words of love to him.

Kanaya's hand went down and passed the pants her husband was wearing. Kanaya could feel the core of her husband's already tensed body. Kanaya took her hand, clutching her husband's heirloom. Giving a squeeze there, up and down, Bhishma completely closed her eyes and some of her self was rummaging.

“Already, enough ... now you,” said Bisma while peeping Kanaya's lips.

Bisma quickly passed every single outfit worn by his wife, in just less than a minute, his wife had already appeared absolute innocence before him. The bisma lulls Kanaya slowly, the man is now harboring kisses ranging from the forehead, down to the eyelids, the tip of the nose, lips, and chin. After that Bisma again melu-mat Kanaya lips, giving sensation with the game of lips and tongue. The meeting of the lips that makes the decakan so syahdu.

“Ssstts, do not urgently insist, later Aksara wake up,” said Bisma.

Kanaya nodded with breath. This time the face was not only embarrassed, but already passionate there. By the time her husband touched her, it was certain that the touch never failed.

Especially now when the palm of Bhishma with his five fingers cupped and give a squeeze on his peach. It really made Kanaya ignite and move uneasily. Only hand games give caresses, strokes, squeezes, and twist them by twisting. My God, that alone makes Kanaya feel breathless.

Bisma then lowered his face, carrying a peach belonging to his wife to disappear and drowned in the cavity of his mouth. As soon as the man made out and gave small bites there, a swab with his wet tongue actually made Kanaya drift. The woman responds by squeezing Bhishma's hair and pressuring her to deepen what she is doing. Even this time, Kanaya took one hand and placed it on the other peach. The natural response from the wife, but for Bisma of course he felt good because it made his wife fly.

Of course, Bhishma's hand moved quickly and increasingly made Kanaya vacillate. Until faint, Kanaya felt herself experiencing her release this time. Something wet and damp down there. Bisma then lifted his face, died of peaches owned by the wife with swollen and wet ends because of his actions. So Bhishma took his finger, exploring the valley below. With just the tip of his finger, Kanaya on top was seen writhing.

“Ah, Mas .. I can't stand it,” I'm Kanaya this time.

The bisma nodded, she immediately entered slowly her navel into the wife's heavenly cup. The tense heirloom was greeted with a tight, warm, wet sensation. Until Bisma held Kanaya's waist, and the man slowly gave a shower. Urging her navel in and out in such a sensual, seductive motion. Don't forget his hand that is still playing with the peaches of the wife that makes Kanaya close her eyes and squeezes the bedsheet under her.

When Bhishma came in and gave himself, at the same time Kanaya welcomed him. Movement so tightly. Both breaths are hunting, so Bhishma moves faster. Stabbing inside deeper and deeper, even the man carrying one leg of Kanaya and landing it on his shoulder, the man moved and deepened his subjective movements.

“Ah, jeez,” stirring Bisma this time with increasingly raining in.

While Kanaya herself could only close her eyes, wanting to sigh, but worried if it disturbed the sleeping Aksara. This time her husband moved so quickly and deeply.

Kanaya felt something increasingly tense and drew in down there. Bhishma closed his eyes several times and turned his face upwards. This was something extraordinary, something that made a strange noise, but both of them seemed to be igniting and ready to burn there.

Until Bisma growled, her jaw hardened, as the man felt a squeeze from Kanaya's heavenly cup muscles. With the breath hunting, the bisma moves faster, the breath is more chaotic. Up to the very end, he had completely exploded just now.

“I Love U,” says Bisma by breaking her body on top of Kanaya's.

Kanaya who was panting, grabbed her husband's body and hugged him so tightly. A really happy relationship this time. There is no fear, no burden, they focus on filling their love water tank, filling themselves with love, satisfying each other.

“I Love U, Mas Doctor,” says Kanaya now.

The relief felt. The signal was in fact turned into a signal of love that brought the two adrift in the waves of love.