The Enchantment of Neighbor Grass
You Lazyman!

In a pretty bona fide Kindergarten school building, precisely in a room complete with desks and work chairs, as well as a set of sofas, a sexy young woman was looking at herself in front of a mirror.

The clean-skinned woman turned, right to left, smiled, played her lips in a cone-like shape, played her eyebrows up and down, and blinked her left right eye in turn, as if flirting with someone.

He held both large mounds on the chest that were almost visible because the lingerie he wore was unable to cover the beautiful body parts. The woman smiled proudly with the wonderful grace given to her, a gift she unfortunately misused.

Cynthia Clara, a mother-of-one who works as a teacher at the Kindergarten school, was apparently waiting for the arrival of the beloved.

The door of his room suddenly opened and the sexy woman's smile instantly burst open, welcoming the arrival of Handoyo who had already stretched out both hands.

"I miss you so much, dear" whispered Handoyo in the ear of the lover, he hugged the woman who was his dark lover.

"I'm very upset too, Mom. We haven't done that in a week, have we?" reply Cynthia while giving a wet kiss on the neck of Handoyo, making something belonging to the mature man who had been awake since seeing the sexy photo of the lover, increasingly stiffened.

"Mas, are you awake?" asked Cynthia snickered spoiled. His hand instantly moved nimbly, opening the retsluiting of Handoyo pants.

The father of Ammar growled, so deliciously that Cynthia's soft hands touched and massaged his softly.

"Are you really clean, honey?" tanya Handoyo made sure. The man whose face was overgrown with coarse feathers seemed impatient, wanting to immediately complete his desire.

"A week ago, I really tormented Cynthia. You have long been her menstruation," protested the man in the ASN uniform, while mere*mas jittery twin hills towering belongs to the lover.

"It's usually a week, Mas" replied Cynthia with pursed lips.

Looking at the lips of the manyun lover, Handoyo instantly devoured him ferociously while leading Cynthia towards the sofa without letting go of the pawn.

In just seconds, the teacher's room, dominated by the color of the cream, was now filled with sounds of the village*han sexy coming out of the mouths of the two of them.

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At Handoyo's residence, the legal wife of the head of finance at a government agency in the city of Madya, was fighting with kitchen tools.

The sweat was seen wetting the young woman's forehead. His hands nimble mengolek rendang seasoning, while the corner of the net remains alert following the movement of the son who does not want to be silent.

Occasionally, his soft voice called out Ammar's name if it was felt that the boy was about to play dangerous tools. "Darling, Ammar don't play that, son."

When the son returns with his toys, which Aulia has transported to the kitchen, the young woman continues her cooking quietly and quickly.

A few minutes passed, and the son began to whine because it was time for the boy to go to sleep. But unfortunately, Aulia has not been able to put her son to sleep.

The boy shook his head. "Bobok Nda, bobok," the door was still with whimper.

The young woman shrank the fire and then immediately carried the son, Aulia walked quickly to Ammar's room to pick up a sling.

"Ammar bobok carried by mother yes, son." Aulia then carried the son on her back.

Mother of one child who had returned in front of the furnace, immediately stirring a tanned-colored bundle so as not to burn.

Every now and then, the young lady wiped away the sweat that was pouring out with the shabby negligee arm she was wearing. "Mother's daughter who is sleepy, yes. You want to bob, honey." Aulia while talking to her son.

"Anteng in your sling yes, son. Mother's cooking, let the side dish for grandma cepet mateng," Aulia's pinta when Ammar motion continues in a sling. It seemed, the little boy was looking for the most comfortable position.

The young mother cooked while shaking her body slowly, so that the son felt comfortable as if he was rocking. Aulia also while giving the prophet sholawat, as the bedtime boy.

Sure enough, shortly thereafter the boy seemed to have been slumbering in the sling of the mother. While Aulia continued her cooking activities and allowed the son to remain in the sling, Ammar was completely sound.

Aulia tasted the taste of her cooking. Once he felt fit, he reduced the fire and covered the teflon pan with a glass cover. The young mother then took the son, heading to Ammar's room.

"Stuck in the bed, son. Mother's shoulder has already sealed the taste." The young woman spoke to herself as she laid her son's body on a soft foam mattress.

While waiting for her cooking to mature perfectly, Aulia tidied up the son's toy and kept it back in Ammar's room.

It did not take long, the woman whose movements were so agile had finished the work in the kitchen. The kitchen is quite spacious with a variety of good furniture, back shiny.

Two bushels on a table containing a egg balado and beef rendang, were ready to be delivered to her in-laws' house.

"Alhamdulillah, it can be finished on time," said Aulia thanksgiving as she wiped the sweat on the forehead.

'Ammar is still sleeping, if I stay for a while he wakes up no, huh?' Aulia! weigh in.

'It's okay that I stay for a while, rather than waiting for her to wake up later, mom is angry, ' murmured Aulia.

The young woman immediately put on the hijab and grabbed a bushy on the dining table.

"Lia! Why so long? You slackers!"

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