The Naughty Disciple Trap
Some more!

Mother, Father and Cakra seemed confused to see the movements of the couple who now looked stiff and timid. I don't know what's going on with them, but what you know. Satria's face was so frustrating. Exit the room with disheveled hair and only wear color only. Maybe he knocked on the door at the wrong time. The others will have breakfast and go home.

Shayu has since exited the room looking strange. Walk slowly with a blushing face and endless muttering. There seems to be something wrong with both of them. It's just that he was worried if both were nervous and Satria was playing physically, because after they were all both having problems until Satria just came home.

"Nadd Nduk! Later in the day if you want to eat Mother's cooking at home. Mother, Father and Cakra want to go home. We've been here a week. Later home disturbed termites do not know."

Shayu raised her head, she looked at Father, Mother and Cakra but not with her husband, because Shayu was so embarrassed considering her innocent body had been seen without any obstructions.

"Why don't you just stay here, Mom?"

"If staying here even makes because of, because there are we disturb those who are ncak ncuk!" sahut Cakra who then got the apple throw that landed right on his face. Lucky ex-athlete runs, so sat set.

While Satria who understood Cakra's innuendo could only sigh heavily with a slight glance at the jago who had not yet wanted to sleep. The knock on the door made the flop sway. The guy has entered the cage. Really dizzy when made potatoes, while Shayu? Don't ask, he's been sulking because the jago only left a wound after forcing his way through a cage that is still locked tightly. Until it leaves a different taste that stifles.

"Your maid left a bang Jago's wound!" say Shayu when Satria is forced to pull back the hero who is still at home.

After breakfast is finished, now the two couples who stand at that distance drive Mother and Father to the terrace of the house. Messages and advice were left before they left.

"Sing get along, there's nothing to talk about with a cold head. Satria also has to be able to snack. Alon-alon Le, don't grusa-grusu!" said Mom by rubbing Shayu's hair.

"Sweep Ma'am" replied Satria.

"Ojo lost to Manuke at home!" tell me before they finally go home.

Now only Satria and Shayu are left in the big house, because Mbok is going to the market. Shayu looked puzzled as Satria turned towards him with a different look. He wanted to escape quickly to escape.

"Come on!"

"Huh?"

"Come on! We're not done yet" continued Satria.

"But Mas_"

"Is it a deal?" ask Satria again who is now stepping closer to the wife. Satria seemed to no longer be able to hold back, had entered the goal could not be weeded. Though it has been so hard until the jago feels suffocated. Maybe this is what is said is still high.

"Still sick loh Mas! Very strange, the jago wants to see his palm!" sewot Shayu with blushing face. All the flavors lay by him. Shame, confusion, will, and pain. Being a unit that worries him.

"Down darling, promise not to rush like before. The first is emotion, if this is full from the heart," pleaded Satria. He kissed Shayu's cheeks which were increasingly blushing. However, his wife actually ran away with hissing acrimony until Satria decided to lift Shayu's body and take him to the room.

"Mas!" pekik Shayu's. Shayu who is no longer a girl puts both hands on Satria's neck. "Duh Pak guru said he wanted to teach? How to skip sich? Find his student, sir!"

"Stupid by beloved wife has nothing to lose, what else is in the execution stage. Problems are not to be avoided but faced, and this is how I solve problems."

Shayu resigned especially see the face of Satria who mupeng. Guaranteed not to escape. Maybe according to will be much better than left sulking. Shayu also hopes after this they get along again. Even though he's not ready yet, but wis kadung came in. Yes just keep going.

"Why are you arrested, dear?"

"Then look at Mas, who saw not only you but the good guy as well."

Satria had to be patient again, how could his wife hold her clothes so as not to be opened. It was very obstructive and made it difficult to execute.

"The King is headless but has no eyes."

"Means magic yo, Mas? You can know the way when your eyes are not there. Guided a little Mas to be a coward!"

"That's why open! How is this, honey?" Satria is very anxious at the moment. He knew that if Shayu had started to want, started to enjoy and actively move. Until Satria can not stem the sense of immediately executing until all plastered beautiful in front of the eyes.

"Mas, don't look! Shame on!"

Satria did not budge, he again enjoyed a meal that was still fresh. Lucky to have a high school wife who is still kinyis-kinyis. Hopefully it looks original and doesn't feel like it's being asked.

"Slack jago!" lirih Shayu by grabbing Satria's hair. Slowly but the shot is strong and his body goes forward making Satria so confused.

"Beauty, I'll lead you first. Well, it's fitting, right?"

"It hurts a lot, try to move! Some more! Mimped! Which is a bit fast that loh Mas!"

Without ba-bi-bu ncak ncuk event was held. The noise turned into a melodious voice that accompanied the morning gymnastics of a couple who just knew the pleasure of exchanging sweat.

Getting a hard code from the wife who asked for speed increasingly makes Satria passionate. Move actively to make the mattress messy and pillow driven in vain. Only left behind the two people who are doing worship so solemnly that they do not want to be disturbed.

"Buck..."

"Dear, why hhmm?" asked Satria with a heavy voice misty passion.

"How is it above?"

"Would you like to try?" ask Satria back. The man was so excited his heart found a girl not shy anymore and not just silent like a statue. Want to change places and his wife including installments.

"Pick it down, honey! follow your conscience, how good it is to move. I'm a nut," said Satria when the position had turned. Now Shayu is in control. Grasping her husband's hands in soft movements tends to be quick. Until they both reach the top at the same time.

Relieved, Satria kissed the wife's stomach. Shayu was unconscious when a series of prayers he chanted softly and peeked at the wife's stomach repeatedly.

"Mas, I'm tired. Don't riot!"

Satria raised her head looking at Shayu's tired face. He immediately positioned himself and pulled Shayu's body into an embrace.

"Thank you, you're great! Cabe me."