The Past of the President
Both nights
"Sir, why aren't you dressed? have you ordered the food yet? wear pajamas dong later there is a food delivery time like that?" timpal Ameera, walking out of the room, approached Richard, who was wearing only boxer shorts and a single shirt.
"I ordered through inter-messaging services is still a bit long when the arrival of darling," explained Richard.
"Yes, I have finished the dining table first while preparing the plate," Ameera replied while turning her body to the side of the room. But Richard called her after Ameera kept her husband's nightgown a side sofa on which Richard sat.
"Mam still a long time food comes put on dong sleeping pants," Richard asked while still looking at his cellphone.
"Ah, spoiled. Like Richie in all clothes," grumbled Ameera but kept coming back while taking one of the clothes stels from Richard's front desk.
"It works the same with Mama. Mungpung We can both if Richie has the attention of Mama spilled over with Richie," Richard replied with a laugh.
"Well, it's already here, it looks like you're just starting this Papa?" seductive Ameera touching under the belly of her husband who looks like a mountain like he can't wait to be asked in love and in elus-elus.
"That's the effect of the two of us and after the gym darling," funny so proud when Ameera stroked it even from the outside.
"What food message?"
"Young goat satay is just as much fruit, if you want the carbohydrate message is also your favorite fries dear enough so?"
"Papa still lack doping still message satay goat?"
"Make it our second night dear" Richard replied with a smile.
"There's a real intention tonight, right?"
"Nothing has changed, look!" richard whispered as he pointed under his stomach that was so hard.
Ameera nodded again while laughing.
"Mama likes it, right?" asked Richard while hugging Ameera who wanted to put on her pajamas but not yet so.
"No!"
"Ah Mama don't like to lie deh he said like that again on?"
"Ah Darling ... You make me not take it." Richard instantly showed off his proud junior jumbo.
"Ah, Rich will be the food comes first," Ameera gently stroked it and then closed her husband's junior and put her pants on.
"Honey, it seems like I have to eat first and prepare extra energy for the party tonight, Thank you Darling for coming back to bring happiness for me," Richard's body began to tighten and his body temperature slightly rose with a soft look down Ameera's face with his hands a free picnic targeting where he wanted to go.
Ameera sat on Richard's lap leaving her husband free to enjoy his body and as he slowly opened his favorite chest all had to stop.
tring .. tring ..
the bell in his house rang a sign that someone was behind the door.
"Darling to let me take the food."
Ameera nodded as she got up as well towards the dining table preparing the food coasters due to feeling hungry as well.
Richard, who was only in his pajamas without clothes, picked up food at the door and was heard talking to the food deliveryman and then closed the door again.
"Honey eat here just don't need to be at the dinner table nice to eat while hugging."
"Ah Papa is too romantic, so what's the meal?" Ameera doesn't understand.
"Here Mama just sit down Papa bribe later, did Mama ever say that husband and wife must be one plate and one glass to eat a drink together, right?" Ameera just smiled just taking a plate of spoons and forks and drinking water.
Richard who is now bare-chested is ready to eat with the food he ordered.
"Boy also yes Pap dinner-night like this I'm hungry anyway, but don't often eat like this is not good for health," ameera Sabil said she accepted her husband's bribe and Ameera's hand on Richard's thigh, smiling to see his wife eat voraciously until all the food she ordered ran out.
"May have dinner but don't sleep out eating, clean up, rest, make out and start until morning!" kekeh Richard while thrusting tissue at Ameera.
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