The After One Night
[Sweet]

After parking a car belonging to the Storm and managed to escape from the pursuit of Dhyrga Miller and Gustav without suspicion.

Luke, David and Endre have left in Ernest's car. The four handsome young men headed for a bar, the place where Sandy was rumored to be drunk.

Screwed up Sandy's state at that time, even almost diergerayangi women bawdy. Ernest leads Sandy to the car. From the bar, Sandy is taken to Luke's apartment.

Now, the five handsome young men were in Luke's room. A collection of adult videos and magazines, photos of naked women, sexual aids, dozens of safeguards, Endre shuddering amusedly looking at it.

"We eat ramen." Lukas grinned as he served five bowls of ramen to his friends. "And the most spicy for Sandy. He said it could reduce the effect." His word.

David sneering. "Look, rich businessman's son gave us cheap festive food." Said.

"Credit card he must be confiscated again." Ernest chimed in with his laughter.

"Have toyed with women! Despite using safety, you can still contract the disease. Instead of having your facility revoked, better repent." Tegur Endre's.

"Don't talk about it anymore!" Luke starts stirring his noodles with chopsticks. Everyone ate the food that Luke gave them.

In order to reduce the influence, Sandy just sipped her spicy broth. Although native Asian Sandy is not too fond of noodles.

"Where are you taking Storm and Cheryl?" Lengar's voice, Sandy looked at Endre and friends.

"They're married Sand. We have to help them. You can find a woman who truly loves you. You're good, you're rich, you can definitely switch from Cheryl." Ernest.

Sandy shakes. "It's not a problem that I haven't been able to switch. You know Cheryl's pregnant and needs a lot going forward. How can you support the Storm running away from home, while the Storm itself is unemployed." His word.

"The storm took my car. She could sell my car for Cheryl's birthplace." Enthusiast Endre.

"You think the storm's gonna be that bad as selling your car?" Sergey Sandy.

"Then?" Lukas.

"We should also look for them!" Sandy said back. He was worried about his two best friends.

Endre nodded. "yeah. I agree." Legally.

"Your car's GPS is active, isn't it?" Ask Ernest.

"Of course."

"We're tracking!"

Endre opened his cell phone, frowning when he realized something. "Oh no. The storm must have thrown it away."

"Damn!" Sandy grunts.

"Last tracked where, and we'll start looking from that town." Said David.

"But for now, we're sleeping. After eating we rest first before looking for their whereabouts, we also need extra energy." Luke replied, which all his friends agreed to.

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After driving for five hours or so, Storm and Cheryl arrived in the constituent country of the official country of the United Kingdom, Scotland.

Cheryl fell asleep after long enough to feel the pleasure of uterine contractions in the car Endre. Luckily, the Storm had already secured a pretty good contract for them to live with.

About 1000 pounds Storms pay for the next three months. Not cheap, not expensive. This is a medium contract.

The storm promised to make his wife happy. Even from where the storm lived trying to give a decent though not as luxurious as his family.

Quite complete, one room plus bathroom inside, there is a small kitchen, a small diameter round dining table, minimalist living room, backyard and garden.

"Hopefully stay here, Ladies and gentlemen." The owner of the contract gave the key after simply introducing the parts of the house.

"Thank you." The storm locked the door. He walked back to the room, where his wife had fallen asleep.

Before arriving in this city, Storm and Cheryl had bought a change of clothes, blankets, and some snacks.

After changing into light clothing, the Storm entered his wife's thick blanket, laying his head on his pillow.

The storm looked at that beautiful face with such a complicated thought struggle. The future is bright, the work is bonafide, the happiness is matchless, all that he wants to present to his pregnant woman.

Unknowingly the Storm was busy staring at his wife until the morning dawned.

At five o'clock, Cheryl squirms, she's used to getting up early. Her lips smiled as her husband's handsome face, now welcoming the opening of the netra.

"For my wife."

"Morning." Cheryl was speechless receiving a gentle kiss on her tiny lips. "What time is this?"

"Five in the morning."

"Aren't you sleeping?" Their hands warmed each other.

The storm said softly. "Where can I sleep while my wife is not okay. How's stomach? Still sore?"

"Cheryl is pretty good. Now it's no longer a contraction, maybe the baby knows, the Papa's been up all night."

"Baby believes I can take responsibility?"

"Believe." Cheryl nodded with a smile. Although the belief was not yet complete but saw the seriousness of her husband, Cheryl was touched.

"With the money left, we shop for kitchen needs for one month. After that I applied for a job and little by little we saved up for the needs of our children later."

"What work?" Cheryl giggles. It feels strange to hear the Storm applying for a job.

"anything. For the sake of making you happy, I'm willing to do anything." Her eyes were so deep staring at Cheryl's tiny lips.

I don't know who started it. The two lips are clashing, the sense of taste is twisted, saliva is interlocked, in the morning they taste the sweetness of love.

"Ah." The Storm's handbreads had now come to a large mound that had slightly changed in size.

"The last time I touched it, it wasn't this big." The storm whispered then bit his wife's little earlobe.

Cheryl is shaking little. "He's been itching a lot lately." Whisper's back.

"Where?"

"Here." Cheryl unbuttoned her white pajamas. He showed me a small pink tip.

"Let me help you." The springy storm of the circle, sucked, sipped it deeply.

His hand would not lose, he slipped into his wife's shorts, playing something sensitive there.

"Ah." Cheryl shakes squeezing hair on the nape of her husband. "Sister." The more the Storm's radius is directed at the most sensitive core, the crazier Cheryl sighed.

"Hm." The storm could only murmur. His lips now play with a pink tip on his wife's chest.

"Instant." Her tiny hand grabbed the huge heirloom that belonged to her husband. From the lightweight pants, Cheryl was able to feel the tension of her husband's morning cane. The naughty shadow flashed. It must have been troubling when hers got into this hard object.

Storm shakes. "No need to dip, honey. That's enough. I'm afraid of hurting Baby in your stomach."

"Ah." The reality is, the fingers alone have managed to make Cheryl not clamor. His lips gaped like a thirsty fish.

"Oh God. Baby is sweet at this time. Keep giving me your sigh." The storm devoured those lips greedily.

For now the Storm has felt enough to get Cheryl's expression and sigh alone. Especially when Cheryl is crazy with her moody.

For a moment, he forgets the problems ahead, Storm and Cheryl need refreshing with his crazy love.

"Instant." Force Cheryl. The storm chuckled small. His wife is so adorable this time.