
"The wound, right, your feet, baby. Not this one."
"Abuehhh ...."
"Lo-lan ahh ... His ra-bed?" ziva asked as Lolan began to reveal her dress.
"I'll do it slowly" replied Lolan, who now switched to getting rid of the pink cd a little bit, to get a little space.
"At first, long ago also ahhhh ...."
Lolan stroked the core of Ziva slowly, giving Ziva a tingling sensation, his blood flow suddenly rippling.
"You've gotten wet, just get on with it, huh?" Lolan opened half of his pants, directly directing and positioning his weapon that was already built earlier.
"Slow down, Lo-lan ahhhh .." lenguh Ziva when Lolan began to unify. This time, Lolan kept his promise, he fused his body and Ziva so slowly. Ziva who is still sideways, just clutching tightly to the blanket to vent his matchless pleasure when Lolan's heirloom weapon has entered in half.
"Damn it, why go in narrow!" as Lolan continues to. Although furious, but Lolan still do it slowly so that Ziva no longer feels pain.
"Adrrgh!" Lolan immediately shut Ziva's mouth, as his wife yelled as their bodies began to fuse completely.
"It doesn't hurt, does it, honey?" lolan asked still not moving his body, he still enjoyed the sensation of massage down there, making Ziva's body continue to tremble uncontrollably.
"Sa-kit ahh," Ziva shrieked as Lolan began playing down there, making him again feel like he was flying through the air. The hot night between the two happened a second time. Furthermore, only her second soft voice was faintly heard, lucky that Xena was brought Aunt Aslin to her room. So, Xena will no longer bother.
***
"Darling, aren't you awake yet?" lolan asked casually as he buttoned his clothes, he had finished his bath and was well dressed. Ziva was still wrapped in his blanket.
"My body is broken" said Ziva with eyes still closed.
"It's noon, honey. Aunt Aslin and Xena must have been waiting in the dining room" Lolan explained.
"What time is it?" Ziva started to slowly rub his eyes.
"Hour seven thirty."
"Oh, thirty hours," Ziva retorted quietly as he pulled back his blanket.
"Why sleep again?"
"There's no more time, dear," Lolan flicked up the thick blanket that covered Ziva's plain body, and immediately lifted the tiny body towards the bathroom.
"Lolan let me go! My leg is hurt, how can I take a shower? I don't want to take a shower" Ziva really wants to clean his sticky body. But, Ziva would rather not bathe than bathe, because if his body was fragrant, the possibility of Lolan going to devour it would be huge.
"That leg wound, honey. Not your body," Lolan put Ziva slowly into the buthub he had filled with warm water and rose-scented liquid soap.
"Go ahead, I won't bother you", Lolan walked out of the bathroom, and sat on the edge of the bed facing the bathroom that didn't have a door.
"Not bothering, but just watching me. You perverted husband!" siva in the heart.
***
"Sister Ziva why so long, anyway? Mother won't let me have breakfast before Brother comes" complained Xena who was ready to eat her breakfast immediately.
"Sorry, Xena. Because Brother's leg hurts, so the bath takes a long time," replied Ziva reasoned. Lolan helped Ziva to sit on the chair.
"Oh yes. By the way, brother why get hurt?" xena asked as she ate her breakfast.
"Just slipped while taking a shower, now it's better."
"Be careful Brother. Does Brother know? In our country, every year there are about 235 thousand people over the age of 15 visit the emergency room because of injuries sustained due to falls in the bathroom, nearly 14 percent were hospitalized. Not only in care, there are also those who died," explained Xena proudly as if to show that she was very intelligent.
"Your sister's Tumben is smart?" ask Lolan mellow.
"My sister is indeed smart and great," praised Ziva as she stroked Xena's head gently.
"Haha ... Actually, I only read the news" Xena said, pointing to the television that was reporting a model who died from a fall in the bathroom.
"Worthy," Aunt Aslin who almost believed that her son was really smart.
"Doctor Adit is waiting ahead. I'm leaving first. Everything's drug."
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