The Father Boy
ALA70S. Core check
"Seriously? My brother is scorching." Izza kissed her husband straight away, as soon as she got to bed.
"Hm?" Chandra's comfort was a little compromised, but he instantly regained his senses in an instant.
Izza twisted her position on her stomach, she supported her chin and noticed her husband's tired face. Even her husband did not have time to change clothes, apparently her husband was really tired of this activity.
So he thought, what if later coupled with work activities. It seems, Chandra was immediately applauded as soon as he got home. He has heard a lot of advice from Key, he thinks positively about Chandra's stamina.
She straightened her body back, then hugged her husband tightly. The smell of her husband was really soothing, she wished she could smell it all her life.
"Build them, Bang?" Canda passed through the living room of his house and passed in front of Chandra's room.
She invited her husband to take a leisurely walk at this local time of Fajr. She was so excited, because her husband said that he was buying breakfast and vegetable shopping.
"Well if there's a fire." Givan opened the grendel over the door of his house.
"Did?!" Canda was confused, Givah immediately turned her head and laughed. "Let's go, Canda. Where do you know it is disturbing," said Givan by stepping out with his hand to invite his wife.
"What else is it?" Canda stepped up following her husband's invitation.
"Kc…. What time is it? It doesn't matter if it's on track."
The door of the house was automatically locked. However, if everyone is in the house. Givan accidentally installed Grendel, because he was worried that someone would accidentally poke the door of his house. Because some residents' houses, have experienced incidents of door cogkel and lost some things in his house. Although the security at his home is guaranteed, he is often worried about the incident happening to him. Because some cases occur, see the perpetrator bring sajam. That's what makes Givan afraid, because the thief could have directly injured the house person.
"What path?" The joking has not been connected well.
"It's so hard to talk to Canda." Givan embraces his wife, then scoops her face.
"Rehan, not Canda," she said, blocking her husband's hand from scooping his face.
"Rehan is hard to forget, Canda is hard to talk to." Givan snatched his wife's cheek in his yard.
"Ouch, Mas. The grated cake." Canda rubbed her cheek, her husband's newly grown mustache hurting her cheek enough.
Givan just chuckles, then he opens his gate and re-locks when his wife is out. They walked together, with small talk and a warm laugh accompanying. As her marriage grew, Givan and Canda's feelings remained anchored to the same person.
"Should you please? I used to naji abis Isya." Izza let go of her mucosa, after she finished praying together with her husband.
"Heem." Chandra came out of her room. He went around the house, looking for the whereabouts of his teacher. However, he did not find anyone at home.
"There's no baby." Chandra returned to the room with the pecans removed.
"What does this have to do with being together?" Izza is confused in the morning blind, her husband searches for her mother's whereabouts.
"Saw Fiqh, usually the same as biyung. But there's no one." Chandra pressed her shoulder.
"Ohh, kirain njai is normal." Izza mangosteen understands.
"No." Chandra peeked in the window of her room. He saw Zio sitting on the porch of his own house, still wearing full prayer clothes, as well as a book in his hand. His sister looked like memorizing something.
"Well, aren't you hooked?" Izza immediately asked about their bed. Since he gets a chat with Key, Key's bed life is so colorful without regard to the time to do so.
"What billing?" Chandra closed the window curtain.
"Yes hooked the first night." Izza was embarrassed to clarify. But he was determined to talk about whatever it was, so as not to hold much of himself. That advice, he got from his brother-in-law who is jolly and sociable.
"It's not addictive, the pee hurts. Don't you feel pain?" Chandra hangs her cocoon in the barracks behind the bedroom door.
"Yes feel the cake is swollen, it's painful." He was doing his job of making their bed.
"I thought, if the chase continues even the pain is not over. I want to ask you a question about shame, Dek. Look at yourself." Chandra removed the scabbard, then he walked towards his wife.
Izza was quite deg-degan, as her husband only wore a comfortable triangle in black with the white rubber.
"See what?" Izza sat on the edge of the bed.
"It's a loh, l****cake piss is getting bigger. I've heard dad's story he said it was, but I'm worried about myself." Chandra showed hers who was fast asleep.
Izza gawked alone, seeing the seated rabbit being shown in front of his eyes. "What was it? That's because of me?" tanyanya's confused.
"Because of doing, men are just as sick the first time. It wasn't big on the cake." Chandra looked at her own.
Izza chuckled amusedly, then pushed her husband's stomach slowly. She did not think, her husband did not cover anything from her.
"So good how? I just found out if men can do that?" Izza tidied up the thick blanket again.
"I don't know how good it is. I'm the only one, how about it? If you know you're not okay anymore, I'm not comfortable either. There are no perverted thoughts there. I'm afraid you can't even make it, because the wound isn't healing." Hearing her husband's explanation, Izza even wondered because her husband's property did not move at all when he held it earlier.
"But how can it not be hard? It used to be courtship, a little stick to a hard body." Izza walked towards the closet, when she saw her husband folding his own sheath.
"Yes again n**** yes so, now no yes no. Said, I know the condition." Chandra also does not understand why he is not like most men in general.
"Whoever I am, n**** that man is difficult to control. That's why women are told to keep the aurat really." Izza brought clothes for her husband.
Chandra accepts and wears it. "Life is not just n****times." Chandra put on a soft face.
Izza chuckled amusedly, continuing his work.
"There is ointment, Za. I'll try to find the ointment information for you, so as not to get infected. But let me see first, I'm a flashlight." Chandra is well-intentioned, he doesn't think much of anything. After all, he thinks they're already me so there's no distance not to see his wife's aura.
"Too, Bang." Izza composes the pillows.
"Any flashlight, not photographed. Let me look at you a little." Chandra was a little pushy, because he was worried that the wound on his wife's part would make him fast for a long time.
"But it's." Izza could not help her husband's energy. She wondered why her husband wanted to see her. In fact, her husband said he did not want to do because they both felt pain in the core.
"Look at me." Chandra directs his cell phone flashlight.
"Geez, blush like this." Chandra felt pity. It must be in a sitting position, his wife felt uncomfortable.
His heart was as soft as that, he felt very sinful because it was too late to make his wife come to that. In fact, he felt he had done it slowly and carefully. But, it still seems to hurt his wife indirectly.
"I'll ask for the ointment. At the door was a red cake right, the red cake was a scratch. Uh, yes it is also carded indirectly. But yeah, it's a chafing cake, Za." Chandra straightened the skirt his wife was wearing.
"Well, ask dad again. I'd be embarrassed to see you." Izza got up from her position, then sat down and hugged her husband's arm.
"So, who do you want to ask?" Chandra is worried that the secret of their bed is being spread, if he doesn't ask a trusted person. As for his father, he believed it was impossible to spread the disgrace of his own son. He knew Ceysa's disgrace, until it was covered so neatly from the citizens.
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