Stuck With An Old Man (Revision Stage)
CHAPTER 43: The First Day

"All-three?!"

"Yes. One for Mama and two for you."

"My husband .. " lirih Yara with nanar. "You really bought it?!"

Gala nodded.

Yara immediately snatched the three bags from Shanks' hands and confirmed the contents. He returned flabbergasted. His body went back to limp so he almost fell on the floor. Gala swiftly supported the body of his wife who almost fell.

"My wife! What was? Are you sick?"

"No," he said almost inaudibly.

"Let's carry!" lifting Yara's body.

"No need! I can walk, my husband. It would be a shame if you carried me here."

Gala released Yara's body slowly. They also walked to the elevator.

***

In the mansion, the atmosphere looked crowded. Guests from above have arrived. Kinan and Zian looked harmonious as they exited the elevator. The two smiled and held hands. Everyone who witnessed the harmony of the two, seemed to want to be in the position of Mr and Mrs Rodderick.

"My wife, happy birthday," gently kissed Kinan's forehead.

"Thank you, my husband."

Everyone was amazed. But there are also those who already know the divisions that occur in the family. They were the servants of the mansion as well as the people closest to Zian and Kinan.

"Aunty, happy birthday!" said Amoera peeping Kinan's cheek.

"Thank you, sweetie."

The bustling-looking atmosphere suddenly became silent upon the arrival of the three people. They are Gala, Yara and Shanks. Kinan and Amoera turned to look at Gala and Yara who were walking into the mansion.

"Happy birthday, Ma" Gala said, giving a kiss on Kinan's right cheek and left cheek.

"Thank you, sweetie."

"Mama" said Yara. "Happy birthday."

Kinan looked around him. They are the center of everyone's attention. Kinan immediately pulled Yara's hand violently and gave the woman a kiss. Yara was surprised.

It was unexpected that Kinan would treat her so well. Although it was only a charade, but Yara's heart felt happy and happy. Amoera looked hot. He looked at Yara cynically.

"My wife, let's go upstairs. We have to change clothes."

"Well, my husband."

Yara held Gala's arm so that it made Amoera and Kinan like they were going to explode.

Damnit damnit! They're getting closer! inner Amoera.

A lowly woman like you is no match for this family! inner Kinan.

Gala and Yara headed for their room. Because the weather is so hot that they appear sweaty and want to flush the body with cold water.

"My wife, let's take a bath together" Gala asked.

Yara's cheeks are red as tomatoes. "No, Husband. I'm ashamed!"

"Thy? For what shame, after all we have seen each other and have good luck," the Gala seductress plays her eyebrows up and down.

"Ishhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Don't mention dong. I'm ashamed, My husband!" running towards the bathroom.

"My wife, I'll catch up with you!"

Yara heard Gala's obstinacy from the outside. He locked the bathroom door tightly. "I'm still menstruating. If you take a bath with Om Gala, he will see these red stains! Although the viscous liquid stayed a little out, but still I was embarrassed," staring down his navel.

The woman turned on the button, and water began to fall from above. He then cleansed his body thoroughly. Without realizing it, he had already spent twenty minutes in the bathroom.

"My wife, hurry. The show's almost started" Gala said from outside the bathroom.

"Yes. I'll be done soon. Just rinsing the body."

Gala sat down on the edge of the bed. His body was just wrapped in a towel around his waist.

"My husband!" Call Yara.

"What's wrong?" walk over to Yara.

"Can you get me a towel? I forgot to bring a towel" Yara chirped.

Yara opened the door slowly. Suddenly, Gala pushed the glass door so that Yara was pushed back. Gala has entered the bathroom.

"W-why are you in?! I just need a towel" Yara said, facing the wall with her arms crossed over her chest.

"I brought you a towel, My wife," took off the winding towel that wrapped around her waist.

Gala put Yara on the towel from behind, while her body was plain without a thread. Yara felt a touch of Gala's hand on her shoulder. Gala further advanced her steps slowly until her Giraffe Neck had touched Yara's butt.

"My husband," said Yara as she turned her body slowly.

Gala restrains Yara's shoulder so that the woman does not continue her movement. "Don't turn around" whispered Gala in Yara's ear.

Yara's heart was racing as she felt Gala's kiss on her neck.

"You smell so good, my wife. Your body is very seductive" whispered Gala again.

Now Gala's hands began to trace two soft objects attached to Yara's chest. Slowly he began to gently massage the two chewy objects. Yara could not resist the warm touch of her husband. For the second time he got a free massage that was so delicious.

"My husband, shhh!" hiss Yara.

"Yes." Yeah."

Gala's heavy and sexy voice makes Yara even more washed away with Gala's touch. With a position that still turned his back to Gala, he also let Gala smooth the action.

Gala's right hand began to venture into Yara's sacred city that had not been touched by anyone. Feeling that touch made Yara wriggle. There is an amused taste but the taste of pleasure is more dominant in mastering it.

Yara was stunned as Gala stopped her hand activity. Suddenly the man carried Yara's body and carried her on the bed. There was absolutely no rejection from Yara. She became addicted to the warm touch of her husband.

Now the bodies of the two men were plain. They had been on the bed with Gala's body above and Yara below. The man clenched his lips and gently kissed Yara's lips. They played for a few minutes.

After that Gala looked at Yara's face. And so is Yara. He looked at Gala's body closely. Muscled arms and chest that field made Yara amazed. With reflexes, he penetrated Gala's chest muscles so as to make the man more aroused.

Video tutorials are no longer needed. They did the scene according to the instincts that came out from within each of them. Gala suddenly picked up two chewy objects belonging to Yara. The woman's body shook like it was hit by a large-scale electric shock.

"My wife, are you ready?" whispered Gala.

Yara closed her eyes and nodded. Gala slowly directed her Nepali Neck right in front of the holy gate. He took a swing to enter his grave but he did not know where to put it.

Gala looked confused. While Yara had tightened her grip on the blanket with her eyes tightly closed. The woman was ready and waiting for the attack from the Gala Giraffe's Neck. A few seconds passed. Yara has not felt the blunt injection.

"My wife, I don't know where to put it," Gala said innocently.

"Otherwise me! Try looking first. Don't let you get the wrong target. I will die!" ketus Yara's.

Gala jumps. He believed in Yara's words. "What's that? If I get it wrong, my wife will die? But it looks like Shanks never told me about it!" gala muttered.

"My husband, I ... "

Yara's voice came to a halt as Gala's blunt object began to barge in. Yara tightened her grip.

"My wife, I'm trying. Wait a little more."

"Ta-but this .. sa-it hurts so much!" Tears began to pour in the corner of his eye.

Gala looked at the look on Yara's face that seemed to be enduring the pain. The sense of unbearability continued the action began to churn. "My wife, are you okay?"

"No. Si-please continue, My husband," trying to endure the pain.

He also did not want to disappoint Gala. Yara is ready to give her honor to the man she loves and who loves her. Although it was very painful, Yara tried to hold back the pain, for Gala, her husband.

Gala is getting worse. The tip of his Giraffe's neck has entered, but some of it has not. Seeing Yara look in pain until she let out a tear made Gala pull back her weapon. He kissed his wife on the forehead and lay down beside Yara.

"My husband?"

"Later. I can't bear to see you sick."

"But ... Are you okay?"

"No, honey," kissed Yara's lips.

Yara immediately hugged Gala's body tightly. "My husband ... "

"Yes?"

"I want your arm!" smuggling his head in Gala's armpit.

To be continued ...

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