
Eight months passed ...
In a room with dim lighting, a pair of humans were fighting each other under a thick blanket.
Warming each other up almost every night.
It seemed that the atmosphere was getting heated up, marked by sighs after sighs heard, representing the sense of pleasure they had gained from the evening's sport. Unlike usual, where Marchel dominated, tonight was very different, because Sheila was in control.
Marchel could only close her eyes as she felt something wet devour her samurai. Tonight Sheila served her husband very well and asked him first.
This must be the result of a magical whisper from a woman of Sheila's age named Elsa, who just a few months ago married Willy. The deadly move named child in the grave had just been tried to be practiced by Sheila.
"Keep, Honey!" marchel said he was holding back the pleasure his wife gave him.
Unable to stand the action of the soft object swallowing his samurai, Marchel could only reverberate the beautiful chunk with both hands. Like a cowboy riding a horse, Sheila was so excited, attacking blindly. True said Elsa, being in that position is indeed the most fun. This is what Sheila felt herself. A skill that became the mainstay of Elsa.
Sheila accelerated her sexy moves. The woman could only let out her sensual sighing voice during the cataclysmic release. Then it drooped limp over Marchel's body when everything was done for him.
Not yet! Not finished at all. Even Marchel's blunt samurai were still stuck in his place.
"I'm so tired" he whispered into Marchel's ear.
"Then just rest now, let me work."
Sheila just nodded her head, then changed positions, so that now she is under the rule of Marchel.
The man moves very sexy, while showering his wife's face with a kiss. Sheila had already lost focus, due to the sense that Marchel had brought to her.
Until everything was at the top, Marchel stuck his veil deeper which made the warm mayonnaise melt flow down there.
Hmmm a really beautiful night.
Marchel pulled out a blanket covering both of their bodies. Sheila is now asleep after the exhausting activities they live.
One kiss of love he buried in his woman's forehead. Next to her hand was stroking a face that to her had perfect beauty.
"I love you" whispered Marchel, showering the face with a gentle kiss.
Never before had it been imagined that his heart would love such a sweet girl as Sheila, whom he brought home as a wife a few years ago. A loveless marriage that was initially passed with a strenuous test. But now their happiness is being felt by the presence of two little angels from their marriage, Chella and Chello.
The phone rang an incoming message, Marchel was still breathing, before reaching out to grab the flat object that was on the nightstand.
{Marchel .. tomorrow I can go to my house. There's something important I have to show you.} ~ Willy's.
{Good. Tomorrow I'll be there.} ~ Marchel.
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"Good morning, honey!"
Sheila pulled over the blanket wrapped around Chella's body. It seemed like the little girl was still at home lingering on her soft bed.
"Well wake up, honey. It's time for breakfast."
Slowly Chella opened her eyes, while trying to gather her consciousness.
"Still sleepy, Mother. Dad said Chella's off today."
"But you have to get up early, be healthy."
With a stroke, Chella got up. Both of his hands were outstretched asking to be hugged by his mother.
"Mother, get hugged!" whining with spoiled.
Sheila immediately grabbed the tiny body that had long been separated from her, hugging it tightly.
The morning begins as usual, when a happy little family has breakfast together. Sheila and Chella have a hard time sitting at the dinner table with Oma. While Marchel had just descended the stairs in a hurry.
"Darling, sorry I didn't eat breakfast. I'm in a hurry" said Marchel.
"What's wrong?"
"Don't know, said Willy there's something important to show me. I'll go first, yeah..."
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