I didn’t move, looking up at the two mosquitoes lazily swirling around the ceiling, surely sucking up a full load of blood last night – I was so tired and slept so much.
I just laid there, and it took me a while to figure out that today was the seventh day after high school.
Outside, the noise of the entire city began to come alive in the distance, the regular sound of iron tools striking wood just below the window on the patio, the sharp, piercing sound of hammers striking, accompanied by the sound of footsteps coming and going filled the silent space between our tweets.
The park’s hills were bright and shiny with fish-belly white, and the sun was about to rise from there.
I finally got out of bed, put on some underwear, and slipped into my slippers.
The ground went to the window and poked his head out, wanting to see who was really busy so early in the morning? In the open space of the courtyard, there was a large rectangle of thin wooden planks, the upward side was painted white and smooth, and on one side there were jagged square wooden legs, as if they had been removed from a discarded table, chair or bench, with rusty sharp nails on them.
The landlord stomped in front of this messy pair of logs, his back facing my way, wielding a hammer and fighting hard against these nails.
The back of the landlord’s head felt like it had eyes, crouching down and craning his head toward the window, “Hey! Hey!”
She squeezed her eyes at me and cracked a smile, “What are you waiting for? I was about to call you, but it turns out you’re already up, come down and help me!”
She threw down the hammer and stood up, crossing both arms at her waist to move around, wiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.
“Wait.”
I said, “I haven’t washed my face yet.”
I got dressed and went to the sink on the balcony to wash my face.
Although I have lived here for nearly half a year, and the landlord’s exchanges are just meeting and nodding and smiling, and even what her name is I do not know, and did not write any rental contract, she is just the end of each month on time to collect one hundred dollars of the rental fee and utility bills.
Overall, though, she’s a great person to deal with.
I came downstairs, the landlord squatted on the ground again buried in the work, she wore a trailing black bottomed floral dress this day, her hair haphazardly tied at the back, slightly seemingly fluffy and messy, wearing a pair of thick-soled brown straw slippers on her feet, the whole person looks plain, but very aesthetic sense.
Sharp clanks.
The sound made her not notice that I had come to heel.
“What are you doing?”
I asked her as I stood in front of her.
“Coming.”
She looked up, a flicker of alarm flashed across her face as if she was taken aback, and with an embarrassed smile she said, “That’s a lot of trouble ……”
She said standing up, “Where? No trouble,”
I quickly replied with a smile, “I have nothing to do anyway, so give me the hammer. What are you doing here? It’s so early in the morning.”
She handed me the hammer and I realized that her fingers were slender and white, sex bar debut not like the average housewife’s hands, the kind of hands that were also smooth but looked like they’d been soaked in grease, not this natural whiteness, and I almost wondered if she did housework as well, “Get those nails out,”
She said, “This is not, the child is on summer vacation, insisted on a ping-pong table, her old man promised him a year ago, and now it’s not ready, the child has been angry since yesterday, and early in the morning insisted on doing a good job.”
She sighed, hopelessly.
“That’s what kids do.”
I said, glancing toward the door to see the little guy sitting on the couch with his mouth agape, tears still on his face, but his eyes staring straight at the cartoon on the TV.
“It was Daddy who promised the kid, why don’t you ask Daddy to get it?”
I squatted down and got to work, all I knew was that the landlord had a six or seven year old son who came home from school on the weekends, never saw her husband, and even she herself, we didn’t see her very often, except when we collected the rent.
“Ugh, his dad works outside all year round, except for a month when he comes back for New Year’s, how does he have time to get this thing for it?”
She smoothed out the strands of hair plastered to her forehead and took a few steps back to pause across from me, tugging the hem of her skirt over and pinning it between her knees to cover herself, “Not bad, lad,”
Seeing how quickly I pulled a nail out of the wood, she said appreciatively, “I don’t know what to call you yet? With my memory, I keep getting your names mixed up, you know, too many people living there.”
She apologized.
“My name is Tam Wah, just call me Wah,”
I said, putting the nail aside and turning the wood over to find the next nail, “You can’t be brutal about pulling nails, like this, snap it with a hammer, landlord underneath, back a board, not lift it up.”
I did a demonstration and tried to explain the “principle of leverage” to her, but she probably didn’t understand, or she wouldn’t have struggled so much.
“So that’s how it is… It seems like it pays to read more, after all.”
She said, I just realized that she speaks in a really nice voice, sex bar debut rustle zone has a little magnetic, “In our time, we do not pay much attention to cultural education, and they are not so interested in learning, and now that they are old, it is too late.”
She was being self-deprecating, sort of polite.
“You’re not old at all, you’re still so young,”
I hastened to say, pulling out another nail in the twinkling of an eye, “Oh, by the way, I don’t know what to call you, either?”
“Oh, what a talker,”
She cracked her pink sexy lips and smiled, a blush flickered on her cheeks, and nice dimples appeared on both cheeks, “My last name is Tang, my husband’s last name is Wang, you can call me Sister Lanlan, if you don’t think I’m old enough.”
She said with a smirk, her thick mouth pouting mischievously when she finished, which lent her face a childish, adorable expression.
“Oh, let’s call you Sister Lanlan then, I’m eighteen and you’re not much older than me.”
I said defiantly, and I could hear in her tone that she was treating me like a child, as if I had to call her auntie at the very least.
“So …… guess how old I am?”
She asked me, blinking and cocking her head.
I know that women are very serious about age, but she really looks young, but this kind of young and Du Juan’s young is very different, more mature flavor, as if hanging on the branch of the ripe fruit, exuding a provocative flavor to the surroundings.
I glanced at her clear face, round apricot face shape, in addition to the lower curtains a little puffy, and did not find the slightest trace left by the years, still so smooth and tender.
Looking at her eyes burning into mine, I hung my head in embarrassment and fake-focused on the hammer in my hand, “Well ……”
I couldn’t help but be a little stumped, “Twenty-five at the most, maybe …… wrong, and a little younger, twenty-three, right?”
I said jitterily.
“Haha ……”
She smiled brightly, two rows of white, straight teeth showing in the air.
She laughed for so long that the sex bar debut caused me to seriously question my judgment, my face burned slightly as I looked at her with a face of embarrassment, she laughed for a long while before finally stopping and glancing at me in confusion, “I mean, you’re …… deliberately teasing me, aren’t you? “
She said, coming up for air, reaching up to rub the tears that were just about to spill out of the corners of her eyes.
“No ……”
I shook my head, stating that this was my conclusion and that there would never be another.
I just thought did she have to laugh so hard? “Don’t you think for a second, my son is seven, how can I be twenty-three,”
Her tone finally stabilized, her face still heaped with the blush left after a laugh, “For your information, I’m thirty.”
She said solemnly.
The morning sunlight unconsciously flooded the courtyard, a mist if any floated on the ground, and her face appeared to plump up even more in the warmth of the sunlight, appearing even younger and in no way matching her description.
“Oh, no.”
I said awkwardly, afraid she’d think I was saying that because I was trying to impress her on purpose, sex bar debut, “I think you’re just twenty-three, or at least you don’t look like you’re thirty.”
I still stand by my opinion.
The nails were almost pulled out of the wood as we spoke.
“Okay, just twenty-three,”
She grinned and stood up, and just as she did, the hem of her skirt, caught between her knees, spread out to the sides, her knees parted slightly to either side, and looking in along the base of her white blossomed thighs, a pair of pale pink boxer briefs caught in the center where they bulged out bulgingly.
She stumbled to her feet, the light, sheer hem of her dress hanging down, momentarily covering the fleeting glimpse of spring.
Just a quick glance was enough to make my heart go “poof.”
I swallowed hard and went back to work, trying to cover up my loss of composure – I don’t know if she realized I was seeing things on her body that I shouldn’t have been, but my head was “buzzing”.
The ground was so rattled and disorganized that it was impossible to concentrate.
The spring color that I had just inadvertently glimpsed lingered in my mind, causing me to unconsciously glance up at her in between swinging the hammer without realizing it.
She was standing in the clearing right in front of me in the bright, warm sunlight, stretching and stomping her feet gently as she spun around-perhaps stomping for too long earlier had prevented the blood flow to her leg muscles, which were now starting to go numb.
The silver bracelets “tinkled” on the wrists as the hands swung.
The motion of turning her neck was graceful, and the teardrop-shaped emerald earrings glittered green in the sunlight.
Her figure is medium, slightly plump, but the belly on the flab can hardly be seen, her clothes and decorations and her figure with extremely coordinated, seductive carcass with sudden and slow steps in the light floral skirt below the hidden, and her eyes unconsciously flowed out of the charming and sentimental, the whole person as if in the dance of a small piece of Indian dance, full of youthful vitality, which is a novelty of the beauty of, as if the wine slowly poured as a transparent cup when the waves, in her surroundings are flowing with a woman’s exuberant youth, overflowing with the aroma of mature women. This is a new kind of beauty, just like the wine slowly poured such as transparent cups when the waves, in her surroundings are all surging with the exuberant youth of women, overflowing with the aroma of mature women.
“Sister Lanlan.”
I looked up bravely, calling her that for the first time was a bit uncomfortable really, “We’ll take an axe, or a saw will do, you see,”
I pointed to the wooden legs that had been sorted out in varying lengths, “Gotta get these ones just as flush.”
I said to her.
“There should be, I guess.”
She said uncertainly, “I’ll go look for it, wait.”
She turned toward the elegant house, and as if by a magical force, Sex Bar Debut my eyes settled on her fat ass, following the outline of the small, light-colored triangle beneath the train of her skirt, following the slight side-to-side twist of her waist and crotch, and I didn’t return to it until the fascinating hips disappeared around the corner of the house.
I put up the six wooden legs, using the shortest one as a standard, marked the cuts on the other three with a stone, found some more strips of wood, and measured them around the thin board, then moved the board out of the way, leaving a wide open space, and marked the corners for the legs of the table-a simple ping-pong table was slowly taking shape in my mind. The simple table tennis table is slowly taking shape in my mind.
Sister Lanlan’s voice appeared in the doorway, she was beckoning me, “A-hwa, come here!”
“No?”
I asked aloud, and assuming she couldn’t find the right tool and wanted me to see what else was available, I walked over to her.
She shook her head, “Come on in, I don’t think you’ve had breakfast yet, we’ve steamed buns, come in and join us, it’s not too late to get them afterward, thanks to you I wouldn’t know how to get them otherwise.”
She sidled to the side and politely let me in.
“Really, it wasn’t much help!”
I said, with a big plate of steaming buns on the table in the living room, and a little hungry in the morning after such a deadly confrontation with Dujuan last night, “It’s okay, I’ll eat outside by myself later.”
I still don’t want to take her up on her offer just because of a little favor.
Seeing that I was about to turn around and walk away, she grabbed my wrist, “This kid, not generous at all, dislikes Sister Lanlan’s cooking isn’t good, is it?”
She said anxiously.
“No, it’s not. ……”
I said nervously, being dragged by her to the house and sitting down at the dining table.
Sex Bar Debut Her palm was warm and I really wanted her to hold it like that and not let go.
“It’s all nothing to entertain you, I’m really sorry,”
She let go and said, with an apologetic look on her face, “It’s just us two mothers and children at home, so we eat simple, don’t be offended!”
She said politely, sitting down next to her son.
“Don’t be so polite, really.”
I said, looking at her son, a very handsome little guy, “Your son is so handsome! Like mommy!”
I smiled and nodded at him, “What’s your name?”
I asked affectionately as I leaned toward him.
“Uncle, my name is Wang Tianyu, Tian as in Everyday Up, Yu as in Universe, and you?”
He replied in a clear child’s voice, blinking at me.
“Uh, that’s nice, my name is Tam Wah, Chinese for Wah,”
I love this little guy, he makes me feel so relaxed, “Such a pretty name, mommy picked it out didn’t she?”
He nodded vigorously and said, “Mommy took it, and sex bar debut you have a nice name too ……”
He mimicked my accent and mom interrupted, “Hey, don’t be poor, ah, hurry up and eat,”
The child obediently picked up the steamed bread and took a bite, she smiled and squeezed her eyes at me and said, “Children are all so no big or small, don’t be offended, not bad, still obedient, just too playful, grades are always on the wrong side.”
“No, I think it’s fine, much more obedient than any kid I’ve ever seen,”
I said, not being as formal as I had just been, “Grades, take your time and get bigger.”
“Oh, yeah.”
She suddenly remembered, “How did you do on the entrance exam?”
She asked.
“It’s okay, there’s nothing wrong with going to undergrad.”
I said confidently, and as for the school I filled in, I thought it was a bit of a mystery, so I left it out.
“That’s still okay, soon to be a college student,”
She said enviously, “If only the kids could grow up and work as hard as you do, sometimes when they wake up in the middle of the night, they can still see the light coming out of your window.”
She said.
“It’s all in the past ……”
I didn’t know how to say it, in fact, I didn’t want it to be like this, sex bar debut thinking about the not-so-satisfactory result, my face dimmed, the past was like a nightmare, I didn’t want to bring it up again.
“Just talk, eat, the buns are getting cold.”
She pushed her plate toward me and picked one up with her own chopsticks and took a gentle bite.
I ate one, thin skin wrapped with fresh meat filling, a bite down, full of flavor, oil, but not greasy, “really delicious, I bought outside the buns are not so delicious.”
I said from the bottom of my heart.
“How can it be as delicious as you say? I’m clumsy and all messy and I don’t know if it’s edible,”
Sister Lanlan reddened in embarrassment, “You eat more ……”
After eating the buns and coming out into the yard, the sun overhead was slowly getting warmer, gradually revealing the summer heat.
The landlord found a saw and axe, I sawed off the wooden legs out of the long part, in accordance with the pre-measured distance, two groups of thin wooden strips nailed together, and then in the root of the wooden legs with a block of wood fixed into the shape of a triangle, in the empty equally spaced rows, and the landlord and the joint efforts of the boards lifted up to the top, and then in the uneven place on the pad with some wood, a simple table tennis table is so made.
Little Tianyu was so happy, he couldn’t wait to find several children his size, using a board in the center erected as a net, and played ping-pong in a different way.
The sound of children arguing, running around, and the ball dropping on the board with a “tick-tock.”
The voices intertwined to liven up the silent summer campus.
I feel a great sense of comfort looking at all that I have accomplished with my own hands.
The children’s bright sunshine and laughter, forehead hanging bright sweat, there is no more happy than this, I in their eyes just like to become omnipotent hero, but the landlord’s face hanging imperceptible worry, “these children, just know to play!”
She murmured.
I also childish, join them in the ranks, and they played a few rounds, look at the blazing sun in the middle, I had to retreat back upstairs, sex bar debut began to prepare for a nap, not far from the window in the trees, cicadas ringing sound, the window below the yard, the child refused to stop at all.
The scent of Du Juan still vaguely lingered on the pillow and sheets, and I couldn’t help but think of last night, as if her flavor still lingered on my lips, and wondered what she was doing right now, and wondered if she’d be thinking of me as well–even if she was thinking of me with loathing, and I deserved it.
But I would never know again, and the loneliness surrounded me as I rolled over in bed for a while, finally drifting off to sleep in a daze to the noisy sounds of the afternoon.
In “dun dun dun dun ……”
A knock on the door woke me from my groggy sleep, “Who is it?”
I climbed up in a daze of muttering, the noise outside my window gone, the yard silent except for the sound of cicadas and the sounds of the city in the distance.
Shaking my head vigorously, I jumped out of bed and bounced three steps to the door, opening it in one fluid motion.
The landlord’s face that round face appeared in the doorway, “Oh,”
I was a little disappointed, “It’s Sister Xiu, come in!”
I rubbed my bleary eyes and saw that she was holding a small book in her hand, hell of a way to collect rent again so soon! “Not disturbing you, are we?”
She said with a smirk as the sex bar debut walked in and looked around, “I thought for sure I woke you up ……”
She sat down on the edge of the bed and put the book on the desk before I could see that it was a schoolboy’s composition book, not unlike the black leather-faced notebooks she usually used to collect the rent, and my heart dropped.
“No …… no …… I’ve pretty much slept through the night and was just about to wake up,”
I went to the window and looked down, a good chunk of the yard was blocked by the shadows of the house, and then I looked at the alarm clock on the table, it was almost four o’clock, “I didn’t realize that was a long sleep ……”
I said.
She still wore the same black bottomed floral dress she wore this morning, and on her feet she still wore the thick-soled straw slippers, only her hair was no longer messy or tied back, but draped over her shoulders like seaweed, glowing with a brownish-yellowish shimmer, and her whole face appeared to be even more flattering and moving – as if it had been carefully groomed! .
She looked a little uncomfortable, “This morning,”
She said timidly like a little girl, “I haven’t thanked you properly yet, and now I’m here to trouble you ……”
“You don’t have to thank me, it’s a show of hands, haven’t I eaten the buns you made as well? It’s delicious.”
My stomach still seemed to be churning with the sizzling flavor of the buns, “Just let me know if there’s anything I can do.”
“You can.”
She said extremely quickly, reaching out and grabbing the composition book on the desk, “What you can …… I can not, you see, the child wrote the composition, and I do not know how to write, let you laugh.”
She turned the page in her book and handed it to me.
“Did Wang Tianyu write it? When did you write it?”
I took the book and saw that there was a paragraph written crookedly in pencil titled “My Mom”, “Is this for me to change or ……”.
Confused, I said, looking like this.
“He wrote it yesterday,”
She nodded, “Yes, it’s just for you to look at it and see if any of those things don’t fit …… or are poorly written and change them.”
“It’s my first time being a teacher,”
I said uneasily, “According to reason, I can handle the essay of the first elementary school student in the sex bar, but it’s better if he’s also beside me, and I’ll explain it to him as I change it, so it’s more effective.”
“Oh ……”
Her face brushed red, “It’s like this, ah, the child is tired from playing and won’t be able to wake up for a while, do you think it can be like this? You first correct the essay, write the words next to it, then tell me why, and turn around and I’ll tell him myself.”
Her reasoning was so far-fetched that I was flabbergasted for a moment, and then Ma Shan realized – it was “drunkenness.”
Ah, I was secretly happy: even though Du Juan was just gone for good, it was nice to have a young woman to quench my thirst.
I didn’t move and sat down next to her, spreading my composition book on the desk and finding the automatic pencil that had been there, “Come here, Xiu!”
I said that all I could do now was to wait and see what happened and take my chances, and nine times out of ten there shouldn’t be any problems.
As she moved over to sit next to me and hooked her head over to this side of the desk, a strong scent of jasmine emanated from her sex bar debut, heading straight for my nostrils and all the way to my lungs.
I didn’t smell anything in the morning, so it seems she did come prepared – a special shower, no wonder I smelled the fragrance if anything as soon as I walked in the door, I was just never sure if it was the smell of jasmine or not.
It is difficult to imagine that the husband only one month a year at home, the rest of the time she is how to get through, this day must be looking at my head of the newborn calf, want to taste the fresh – if so she can think wrong, although I do not have a womanizer, but I have the experience of no less than a married man.
“The title is ‘My Mom’.”
I glanced at her and she shrank back in embarrassment, like a shy girl would do, and I continued to read, “My mommy has big eyes, dark eyes, long eyelashes, and when she’s angry she has a fierce light in her eyes, like an evil spirit.”
I can’t help but go “ha ha” when I read that.
Laugh it up.
“Aaah!”
She screamed, “How can this little brat write like that? Am I mean?”
Her face was red as a ripe apple.
“Kids write whatever comes to their mind, but it’s funny… Maybe they watched a horror movie and associated it with your angry face.”
I think I like this kid even more, I can feel his childlike heart.
“No, no,”
The landlord shook his head back and forth, “Not so much as to describe me that way, how else can I change it?”
She actually got serious with a child.
“Well,”
I mused, honestly I really didn’t want to change a single word, sex bar debut “You can change it like this, just add some adjectives,”
I twisted my head and stared carefully at her face, she was embarrassed and lowered her head, I observed carefully and said, “My mom is very beautiful, has a pair of beautiful big eyes, eyes black like glass balls, very god. Her double eyelids are very nice, and her long eyelashes tremble like butterfly wings ……”
I try to describe it in simple terms, writing it down in my notebook as I go.
“That’s more like it,”
She said happily, but immediately asked skeptically, “Is it really as pretty as you say?”
“Don’t you think you’re pretty enough?”
I asked her rhetorically, knowing full well the vibrations a rhetorical question could cause in her mind at the moment.
Her face reddened again and her sex bar debut seriously bowed her head in thought, “Oh yeah, and the evil spirit line, that’s too strong, need to change it to be milder”
She said.
“Don’t be in a hurry. Take your time.”
I didn’t panic and said, “You can start by writing about what you look like when you’re gentle, like ‘Mommy smiles beautifully when she’s happy, her thin eyebrows curving upward like two rising moons, and her cheeks flooded with two shallow dimples …… ‘”
“Too bad he only remembers me as angry!”
She said sadly, cupping her cheeks in both hands as if to double-check that the dimples were still there – it seemed she was really getting into it.
“And there’s more.”
As I wrote in my notebook, I said, “‘But Mommy is scary when she’s angry, and her two eyes are so wide and motionless that it scares me.’ Is it okay to change it like this?”
I twisted my head to ask her, she was still not awake from the praise she had just received.
“Uh …… okay, much better,”
She was stunned and said, “It’s better than that evil spirit or whatever, but how do you know when I’m angry.”
She asked, cocking her head in disbelief.
“Oh, that’s what a lot of people do when they’re angry, what’s so strange about that? This paragraph has been changed, let’s look at the next one,”
I laughed and turned back to continue reading, “She also had a big nose with two little holes in it, like an ant’s home; she had a big mouth with thick lips, and when she laughed hard, her sex bar debut mouth looked like a cave.”
I tried desperately to hold back from laughing out loud and managed to read the paragraph in its entirety.
“Oh my God.”
She frowned in pain and covered her chest in sadness, “This little brat, I’m getting written off as a Bullwinkle!”
I couldn’t hold back any longer and couldn’t help but laugh out loud, “No …… that’s okay …… we can still …… change it. “
I came up for air to comfort her.
“Hurry up and change it, I can’t stand it!”
She shook my arm and begged me.
I looked down and wrote a paragraph in my notebook, then read it to her, “Her nose was tall, her pink lips were thick and sensual, like two petals of a flower in full bloom, and when she smiled, her two rows of white teeth were exposed, like tiny seashells lined up neatly.”
She nodded her head as she listened, sometimes pinching her nose, sometimes touching her lips, and at the end she said suspiciously, “It’s good, it’s just too good, it’s so good that I kind of don’t believe it myself!”
“These can be true, hasn’t anyone ever said that to you?”
Again I used an undeniably rhetorical tone and she shook her head, it seemed she lacked similar compliments in her life, “And what,”
I said and looked at the book, sex bar debut this time it was my turn to be surprised, “I don’t know if I’d read it out instead ……”
I said hesitantly.
“What’s wrong? Why don’t you read?”
She asked anxiously.
“I was afraid you’d be upset if I read it out ……”
I worriedly said, “Really.”
I’m pretty sure of that.
“I’m so satiated by this brat, the big deal is writing bad things about me, again.”
Chagrined, she said, “Read it, finish it.”
She prodded me almost gamely.
“Okay, then I’ll start reading, get ready.”
I warned her, “No interruptions while I’m reading.”
“Read it! What’s the point of grinding?”
She got impatient.
I took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to read on, “Mom’s tits are huge, like two big balloons, I just ate her tits to get so big. Her ass is also very big, sex bar debut walking to swing around. She said I was picked up from the vegetable field of my grandmother’s house, I went to ask my deskmate Xiaohua, she said this is not true, and also said that everyone is born from the place where the mother pees, she also gave me a look at the place where she pees, and also said that in the future, she will also give birth to the same child as me there, I don’t believe it, how can such a small slit give birth to such a big me? ……”
As I was reading, my heart started to go “poof, poof, poof.”
Jumping up and down, my throat inexplicably dry, my voice changing pitch and becoming strangely shrill and hard to hear, I had to stop and look at her anxiously.
“Ugh.”
She sighed with wide eyes and said hopelessly, “How old is it? Kids these days, they’re only in second grade, how come they’ve become so precocious? Any more?”
“There’s more, but it’s not as bad.”
I scanned the last paragraph and said.
“Keep reading, then,”
She was determined to hear the end of it, “I’d like to see what else is actually written!”
“…… I went to ask my mom, she said that children do not talk nonsense, just pick up from the vegetable field, she never want me to take a bath with her again, I am very sad. She used to always want me to take a bath with her when she was little, she had white skin and peed bigger than Little Flower’s, I’m going to try to be a good boy, Sex Bar Debut don’t talk nonsense, and when she doesn’t get angry, she’ll want me to take a bath with her.”
I finally read it and my heart still won’t stop beating.
“Finished?”
She asked and I nodded, “That’s the end of it?”
She said in surprise.
“Yes, it’s over.”
I said, the stone weighing on my heart finally falling – she hadn’t been angry since the beginning, but instead showed interest.
“It’s okay, thank God,”
She said with a fluke, “It’s a good thing I showed it to you first, how could I have turned it in to the teacher, and change this paragraph as well.”
“Change? How can this be changed?”
I spread my hands and said, “This is so difficult.
“Change it like before, I think it was changed before quite well, it’s good to hear people’s heart.”
She said thoughtfully.
“That’s different, the previous ones were written about the outside, the outside is what you can see from the outside, this is different,”
I explained, “I think the little kid he was unintentional, and I can’t rewrite this …… without rewriting it!”
“Why can’t it be changed? Wasn’t the front changed quite well?”
She said unhappily, “I guess you don’t want to change, do you?”
I didn’t know how to say it, and tried to gesture with my hands to make her understand, “He writes about private things that no one else knows about, like,”
I paused, “Like …… tits …… ass, which no one has seen except his dad and him. And that little flower, what’s it like, I don’t know anything ……”
She finally understood, her face blushing a shade of red and white in shame, and she lowered her head to look at her feet dangling over the edge of the bed and wobbling without saying a word.
The neckline of the floral dress is loosely open, sex bar debut I twisted my head, inadvertently glimpsed the snow-white smooth neck below the deep cleavage, the eyes were immediately seized by the spring in front of me: thin as a cicada feather under the shirt, the small pink straps are vaguely visible, next to the good-looking collarbone, along the cleavage and then down the full breasts are hidden in the bra, with her gently swinging legs in the trembling shaking! …… I couldn’t help but gulp a mouthful of water, making the inside of my throat “gurgle”.
Straight up loud.
She looked up at some point, and I was still mesmerized, oblivious to the fact that she was staring blankly at me.
“Ahem.”
She cleared her throat and reached up to tuck in her collar, “What are you looking at? What’s there to see?”
Her eyes widened alarmingly in anger, like a startled rabbit.
“Oh ……”
I was stunned for a moment and came back to my senses, “I didn’t see anything …… anything ……”
I mumbled, craning my head out the window to look at the houses in the distance.
The air in the room became dull and awkward, the monotonous sound of cicadas made the heart indescribably irritated and uneasy, and there was a dark current surging inside.
She may not realize that the boy sitting next to her is no longer an untutored teenager; he has tasted women, and the fires of youth burn brightly in his blood.
Or maybe she knew very well in her own heart what kind of torment it was for me to have a young woman of her style sitting on the same bed with a young man of her blood.
Neither of us could find anything to say, our breaths were clearly audible to each other, the awkwardness was heating up, and she didn’t get up and leave, as if waiting for some change to break the silence.
Voltaire once said, “Man is born for action, sex bar debut as fire always ascends upward and stone always descends.”
I have to act! Take action! –A voice deep inside me moans in pain, louder and louder, finally becoming a sharp growl that echoes in my head, shaking my head with a “buzz.”
It was so loud that even turning my head became difficult.
I thought she was still staring at me, but she wasn’t. She resumed her lowered head, her arms stretched out on the edge of the bed, biting her lower lip tightly and staring down at the floor below her, her slippers on her paws anxiously scuffing the ground with a “ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch”.
The sound of.
I lifted my hand, shaking, and reached over, inch by inch …… A deer was kicking inside of me, kicking my heart “thud”.
The ground rattled, and my arms were trembling slightly with it.
Wild desire was a devil, it was tempting me to make a dangerous move, it was tempting me to do an absurd thing, and if she had shown the slightest resistance, I would have stopped there, and confessed my fault to her at once, and perhaps salvaged something.
The pathetic fingers finally landed gently on her shoulder, as silently as a light dragonfly lands on a bright green leaf.
Her shoulders moved uneasily, and my heart popped out of my throat, success or failure was at stake – she didn’t speak, nor did she continue to move, remaining in the same position as before.
I let out a long breath of relief, sliding my palms over her shoulders, caressing carefully through her long seaweed hair, threading my way between them, over the jungle of hair, across along her shoulder blades, and climbing up to the other shoulder, where I paused, and after a short rest, brought it back gently, and the woman “winced”
With a cry, his body wobbled and fell limply backward onto my bed.
She didn’t start to struggle to the death like Du Juan did, and dutifully lay there not moving a muscle, slowly closing her eyes and face up – it was a good start, as simple as that! I controlled the ecstasy in my heart, and my hands and feet you said a lot.
Sex Bar Debut I calmly reached over and touched the soft flesh of her snow-white neck, easing my way over her luscious collarbone.
“I didn’t know you were bad ……”
She mumbled as she rolled her head to the other side, still keeping her eyes tightly shut.
I know she’s trying to convince herself, or just make me think she’s not a random woman, “Sister Xiu, you’re really beautiful, I can’t help myself.”
I said as gently as I could for fear of waking her beauty sleep.
“You’re not only a bad man, you’re a liar, and you only talk fancy to make your sister happy.”
She said softly, opening her eyes to see the open door, “Go close it!”
She worked her mouth in the direction of the door.
“Off or not, it’s the same thing, they’ve all gone home, it’s not like you don’t know that!”
I was too lazy to want to get up; the tenants on this floor were all seniors who had left one by one after their exams, and closing the door just seemed redundant to me.
“Go on, close the door.”
She took my hand away from her neck and whispered, “You don’t know, I’m really scared.”
I didn’t know what she was afraid of, but I did as she said, rolling up from the bed to go and put the door on, and the moment I inserted the pin, it suddenly dawned on me that the Sex Bar debut shutting the door behind me would give me an illusory sense of security, and even I felt that security.
I looked back, the slippers had been stomped off her feet, and she was leaning back on all fours on the in pillow.
I stomped my slippers off, rolled over and climbed onto the bed, collapsed right on top of her limp body, grabbed her shoulders and said, “What are you afraid of?”
She shook her head and reached over to remove her earrings and put them on her pillow, “I don’t know, but I’m really scared, I can feel it.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”
I said smugly.
“No, it’s not that, I can’t say ……”
She said, her body tensing under me, the warmth coming up through her thin dress shirt and coursing through my body, “I know I’m sorry husband, but …… but …… I don’t know how to say this ……” she stammered. “I know, I know.”
I understand what she’s thinking at the moment, her heart is in a heavenly battle, reason and desire are tangling and pestering her, “Sister Xiu, relax, okay? This is something that only you and I know, there won’t be a third person who knows about it.”
“Uh-huh.”
She nodded gratefully and said, “You don’t think I’m a slut or anything, do you? You can’t imagine what it’s really …… like to spend your days alone, not having anyone around when you want them.”
“Shhh! Stop it, I know it all, you’re not that kind of woman, you’re just lonely and just need someone.”
I signaled her to stop talking, not sure if I understood correctly, “Just let me take his place, I’ll do a good job.”
I said as I reached down restlessly and fished up the hem of her skirt, my palm was wandering along her calf past her knee and caressing the outside of her smooth thigh.
“Huh, that tickles!”
She couldn’t help but grunt out softly, her sex bar debut meekly closing her eyes as her white legs curled up uncomfortably.
The skin on her thighs was smooth as butter, and as it curled up, my hand reached under her fat ass in time to grab the edge of her panties, and with a little pressure, they slid off her waist and crotch and down her thighs.
A tawdry scent couldn’t wait to come up from her crotch, “Sister Xiu, you smell so good.”
I murmured, the rod in my crotch growing bones as quickly as if in a flash, hard and bucking in my pants, rising uncomfortably under the constraints of my underwear.
“Let’s hurry up, shall we?”
She snapped with her eyes closed, her high breasts rising and falling like waves in her dress shirt, and her breathing became rapid, “Later …… my son …… is going to wake up!”
One word reminded me that I was going to caress it slowly for a while, and in my confusion, I had left that cute little kid out of the picture, thanks to his essay! Those words full of childishness are our “bride”, although simple enough to stir up my lust, at the moment those words are jumping in my mind, I will soon be able to get a glimpse of the true face of the mountain.
At her request, I straightened up and quickly stripped my body of clothing.
“It’s huge!”
The dainty voice came from the pillow, and when I looked up, she was tilting her head on the pillow and squinting at my crotch.
I glanced down, my rod standing majestically and proudly at my crotch like a rude little tube of steel, the mushroomy red glans quivering with the spirit of my breathing, “Is it big? Not as big as brother’s cock, I’m afraid?”
I said that maybe she was just saying that to give me confidence, and I was surprised to feel a weak twinge of jealousy at the thought of the countless times her husband’s thick rod had been in her flesh.
“You’re still young, but you’re almost there, and when you grow up to be his age, you’ll definitely be a lot bigger than his,”
She said truthfully, I really can’t wait to grow up to be that old, sex bar debut may be to see my vaguely disappointed expression, she said as if to reassure, “This looks like I love it, it’s already too big for me, you have to take it easy!”
With a satisfied smile, I grabbed the panties that were pulled up to her thighs and pulled them all the way down her white legs, leaving the lower half of her body, as smooth as alabaster, exposed.
Down when I was about to throw my panties aside, I noticed a wet mark in the center – turns out she had been soaked there for a long time.
I probed my palm toward her lower body and felt a moist, hot mass before I even touched it.
“Oh …… don’t!”
She suddenly grabbed my palms, sex bar debut leapt up and hung her hands around my neck to pull me down on top of her, kissing and arching over my face while vaguely home in, “I want to …… I want to …… fuck me straight! Me!”
It took me some effort to break free from her hold, and I plopped down all the way along the middle of my breasts to her waist, only to realize that the white waist had been writhing like a water snake with a lot more sass.
She pulled me up once more and kissed me anew on the lips, both lotus-root jade legs bucking high to clamp around my waist, her feet locked on my hips.
I gasped a little and pushed her face away to look at her, her eyes were watery and bright, like they were covered in a thin mist of water, she reached down and plunged in, grabbing my rod in the center, smoothing it out against the hairy grass, and whispered in my ear, “Come in! I want you ……”
It was an irresistible mantra, and I began to shrug my hips towards the starburst of fire, and without much resistance, my glans pushed through the wet opening of my pussy, and managed to plunge into a hot stream of air, where it was moist, warm, and safe, like a homecoming kind of feeling.
I shakily fished up her skirt to remove her cups when her voice suddenly changed to an odd tone, “Can you not take …… it off I’m so scared.”
She said.
How can I not take them off? I want the pair.
I lifted right over the light pink lace cups and my white breasts popped out like two big white rabbits, jiggling and shaking in front of my eyes.
I took hold of the full mass of flesh, so soft that I was about to squeeze it out.
The glans was trapped warm in my flesh and I couldn’t care less about it! Just let it be! I bent my head down to take in a dark red bud, jamming it between my teeth and flicking her with the tip of my tongue.
The bud, as if moisturized by rain, quickly became as hard as a stone, and quietly blossomed on the white peaks of the breasts, and the light brown, crinkled areola’s began to expand, becoming fuller and smoother.
At first, she pursed her lips tightly, her eyes closed tightly, her sex bar debut eyebrows knit together, and she just wouldn’t make a single sound.
Its with the mouth and hands to take turns to greet the two uneasy tits, before long, her face is flushed good look, like two ripe apples, and her mouth began to open and close slightly, thin gasping: “Sizzle …… sizzle… …”
It’s like the kind of sound a snake makes when it spits out a letter, and it’s a little frightening.
“Push it in quickly! It tickles …… my son is about to wake up!”
With her eyes half-open, she saw me lingering over her breasts and couldn’t help but get anxious.
I knew this, of course! I braced my upper body and pulled my ass back, and the oily round glans disengaged from the flesh – I wanted to see what it looked like, to see how my glans squeezed through that fascinating flap of flesh.
She seemed to sense it as well, dropping her legs with a mmmm yelp, curling them up in a difficult attempt to come together.
Of course I can not let her get away with it, both palms pressed the knees to the side, her crotch is greatly open bloomed in front of my eyes: this thirty-something years old young woman’s flower hole ah! The white, bulging mound of flesh has a thin layer of pubic hair, and the tiny mouth of the pussy has already flowed out of the shiny obscene water, and the mouth is slightly twitching, vaguely revealing the pink meat inside, so tender that it doesn’t quite match with her appearance.
She seemed to feel shy and stared at my face with squinted eyes.
I couldn’t help but touch it with my fingertips, and the flesh around the fleshy hole suddenly crinkled up nervously, closing up tightly like the leaves of a mimosa before slowly evacuating, like a flower stretching its delicate petals.
I was also taken aback at being confronted with such a living creature and was too busy to retract my hand.
Reaching out again to peel back the fleshy flap, she let out a soft yelp and hooked her hands around her thighs to pull back hard, and the opening of her pussy opened wide, revealing a cluster of shiny, pink, mesmerizing folds.
I huffed and puffed, exhaling heavily.
Tensing the soft opening with two fingers, he slowly moved to heel with the raging rod in one hand and shoved the reddish glans into the flesh.
“Shhhhhh ……”
She frowned and looked away, “Lighten up …… It’s not wet yet ……”
She said.
I said, “Uh-huh.”
With a cry, the sex bar debut pinched the underside of the glans and nudged it shallowly over the opening of the pussy, anticipating that lewdness would soon flood the area.
The water is flowing some, but not enough – at least I think so – she suddenly loosened her hands and released her legs, struggled up her upper body, reached out and strangled my waist and violently pulled in front of me …… Suddenly, I can’t stand on my heels, my body lost its center of gravity, and fell on top of her, my rod was like a breakthrough, my foreskin was scraped by the wall of flesh, and the whole thing slid into that bottomless abyss.
“Ah ……”
The slight pain caused us to grunt at the same time.
I caged my parted legs and rolled them up to her chest, bracing my hands at my sides and pressing them down with the strength of my body so that my pussy was up.
She held my head and pressed it to her sweaty neck, and I started pumping in this push-up position, going from shallow to deep, slow to fast.
“Uh-oh …… oh-oh ……”
She tightened her face and began to squawk.
The tender flesh between the thighs was hit with a “pop …… pop ……”
The ground was loud, every thrust, she screamed, her head was vigorously backward, her snow-white erect neck veins were exposed, and the front and back of her chest was moving back and forth.
I knew that it wasn’t time for her to wave and scream, she was only doing it to encourage me.
“Do you like …… like my cock?”
I asked in a hushed voice as I thrust.
“Like …… likes ……”
She mumbled.
“How does it compare to your husband’s ……?”
“The big places are not enough, but the hardness is more than enough!”
She replied succinctly.
Maybe out of jealousy, I was like a mad bison, sex bar debut without a head to charge up.
“It’s great …… ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ……”
Instead, she was quick, screaming louder and louder, “Don’t stop …… don’t stop ah ……”
Soon I was hot and my spine seemed to be sweating.
She wasn’t much better, her forehead and the tip of her nose oozing with fine beads of sweat and her face was oily and flushed.
Her pussy didn’t look like a young woman’s pussy – it was so tight! It was so soft! So lubricated! There was so much lust that it flowed like bubbling syrup.
“How about a change of position?”
As my glans started to get numb and itchy again, I made a new request – that Chrissie Wong could give the meat stick’s a short break, only a few seconds, but it was enough.
“Well ……”
She sat up and looked at me confused.
“Turn around and get down!”
I ordered.
She then rolled over onto her horse’s back and arched her fat white meaty ass high in the air.
The flesh that had just been fucked to death was glowing with a lustful color, still twitching open and closed.
I stood up and measured the height, which was too high, and said in a mute voice, “Lower!”
She parted her knees and lowered the snow-white peaks of her buttocks down a few centimeters.
I let out a low growl, “Pfft.”
With a bang, he slammed his searing rod in.
“Aaah-“
She wailed, and if I hadn’t grabbed her waist just in time, she was afraid she was about to hit the bed rail in front of her.
As I rammed, I cocked my head and watched the rod rip and flip the pink folds of flesh out and in – which is exactly why I love this position.
Her head was resting against the bed looking back, her eyes one open and all the way closed, looking closely at the mating area, a suppressed moan escaping her lips, “Uhh …… uhh ……”
I try to keep breathing and adjust the rhythm of my thrusts, Sex Bar Debut using this to delay ejaculation.
When that lost its effectiveness, I only stopped and climbed on her back huffing and puffing, reaching up to her breasts to grab them and shake them, twisting the tips of her nipples with my fingers-so that she would feel that I wasn’t idle.
And she? At a time like this, still wiggling her hips excitedly, her rod gurgling as it soaked in the warm, lewd water, the sound it made when it was forced to churn.
“Do I …… I look good there?”
She asked me as she shook.
“Good looking ……”
I gasped and told her, “About as full and juicy as a flower ……”
“Really?!”
She said in surprise, and without waiting for me to answer she burst out laughing happily, “You make it sound so delightful …… women love to hear it!”
I suddenly felt so jealous of her husband.
“I can’t hold on …… can’t hold on!”
I told her about the strange itch on my glans, and I knew in my heart: I wouldn’t last much longer, “It doesn’t matter ……”
She shook her head and said, “Just cum in it! I’m in a ring ……”
I had thought I was going to pull out when I ejaculated.
Her words assuaged my concerns, and I got up off her back, straightened up, and palmed my fat white meaty ass with both hands and rammed it up in a heavy stroke, using the last of my strength to go to the tender flesh of my pussy.
“Ooohhh …… oooh wow ……”
She bit the skin of her lower mouth and gleefully thrust her hips to meet it, muttering, “I’m dying …… dying ……”
I clenched my teeth and sped up my pumping, my waist and crotch slamming into my fleshy ass “pop …… pop ……”
I just want her dead.
Suddenly, I felt a sharp numbness in my loin eye, and a not inconsiderable storm swirled up under my belly, jutting up from the root of my testicles along my rod.
“Ah ……”
I cried out and launched a final blow, the sex bar debuting deep against it not wanting to move.
But it was not to be, my ass was trembling and my rod was rippling in my pussy, all of which I felt.
My energies flowed down the rod into the devil’s puddle with a “gurgle.”
The sound of a thick, hot stream of juice circled back around and wanked the glans.
–I collapsed as if I were relieved, collapsing onto her back.
The flesh smacked the rod like a mouth, as if to drain every drop of cum left inside.
The rod had given up struggling, just bouncing around in the flesh of its inertia, gradually shriveling up and finally slipping out, lazily drooping its watery head.
She finally couldn’t support the gravity generated by my body and flopped onto the bed with a weak thigh.
When I had regained a little strength, I rose to look at her flesh, which was still twitching open and closed, the white murky fluid slowly bulging and roiling out of the lewd mouth, pooling in a puddle as big as my palm on the bedsheets.
I was starting to feel a little guilty: it was kind of hard on her that I’d cum before she had an orgasm.
–These words just didn’t come out due to pride.
She rolled over and sat up, twisting her weak and pathetic rod in her body hand and flicking her other hand over it twice, smirking and scolding, “Weren’t you mean just now? Very fierce? Why are you wilting now?”
I knew she was cursing the meat stick and laughed, “Can you blame it? If you want to blame it, you can only blame it on the fact that your pussy is small and has a lot of water!”
After laughing for a while, she suddenly asked me, “How many girls have you fucked?”
I froze, ashamed, and told her, “There are only two ……”
“It’s a lie! I’ve often seen you bring girls to your room,”
She couldn’t believe it, “I was watching TV in the living room the other night and I could hear you doing it for almost an hour, I was really worried that the floorboards were collapsing for miles! In my case, it was delivered in half an hour, so how can you be biased?”
“Ah …… you heard that?”
I don’t know how to say it, sex bar debut “Ginger is still old and hot! Inside you, I just can’t control ……”
I’ll be honest.
“That’s not bad for your age!”
She reassured me.
Hearing regret in her words, I volunteered to suggest, “If I did it again, I’d do it better, and an hour wouldn’t be a problem!”
“Don’t!”
She jumped to the ground abruptly and waved her hands repeatedly, “My stomach is a bit upset, I think I’m about to have my period. There’ll be another chance next time!”
“Well then, next time!”
Not being very compulsive, I got out of bed and went to find a towel to clean myself off first.
“Wipe me down too?”
She pleaded, bending her knees to cross her thighs and thrust that dripping, ungrateful flesh at me.
“I’d love to ……”
I walked over and knelt down in front of her, carefully wiping her off.
“Oh …… oh ……”
She hummed softly and shuddered slightly, “Next time …… you can do it for me with your mouth, right?”
She asked shyly.
“Oral sex?”
I looked up at her and she blushed and nodded, “I don’t know ……”
I said hesitantly, inevitably a little nauseous at the thought of another cock having been there.
“Is it okay?”
She pouted like a young girl in love.
“In your place, would you be willing to suck my cock?”
I asked rhetorically, not answering her question head on.
“Yes!”
Without thinking, she replied, and after a moment’s thought the sex bar debut added, “What does it matter as long as it’s washed well enough?”
“Then …… let’s get started! I just showered last night, I’m clean enough!”
I threw away the towel and stood up, wrapping my arms around her neck in a gesture to press down.
“Don’t come! Not coming! ……”
She hastily pushed me away and said in disgust, “It’s been in and out of me hundreds or thousands of times, it’s been dirty for a long time, and I’m not going to do …… it.”
“That’s not even your own flavor!”
I grabbed her neck and wouldn’t let go, pressing harder into her crotch.
She stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked it, struggling and fighting to pull back, “Next time! Next time! My son is just about to wake up!”
She explained.
I had only been kidding, so I let go and asked, “What’s that smell?”
She smashed her mouth and struggled with the flavor that remained on her tongue, “It’s a little salty and fishy, not very pleasant, is it?”
She said.
“Do you suck his dick often?”
I was referring to her husband. “Him, huh?”
She looked at me confused.
I nodded.
“Where does he get the time? He goes to bed in the dark, fucks, and goes to sleep, so he can’t even get a chance to lick him if he wants to!”
She said, chagrined.
“So …… you like sucking cock?”
I asked.
“Can’t say I like it, I saw it in a movie and just wanted to try it!”
She said faintly, picking up the panties that had fallen to the floor and lifting her heel to slip them on.
“I’ve never licked a woman’s thing either, but I think …… I like to!”
I told her truthfully, eyeing the tiny panties as I pressed them mercilessly around that baby.
“That’s great!”
She grinned up and slapped my face, “When this menses is clean, you lick me and I’ll lick you, no thanks to each other!”
I didn’t know if I could wait that long, so I didn’t answer her words.
When it was time to put on her bra, she turned her back to me and sex bar debut asked me to fasten the hook and loop clasp in the back for her.
I was happy to be able to do something for her, even though it was such a small and insignificant thing.
After dressing, she smoothed her tousled hair behind her head and turned to bark as she pulled the door open, “School …… okay? You can get in, right?”
“There’s always one, for better or for worse.”
I said “That’s good ……”
She pulled the door open and “thump, thump, thump.”
The ground went downstairs.
I was alone again, sitting alone on the bed reflecting on the heated battle I had just had, her voice still seemed to linger in my ears, her scent still filled the air, and when I closed my eyes, her tits, her fleshy ass, her face, her waist, her belly …… all of it still seemed to be dangling in front of my eyes.
When it comes to women, I’ve always had a spring in my step and a smooth ride, and my heart inevitably swells with pride.
But with Sister Xiu, I met my sexual Waterloo for the first time, the burning heat inside her was like fire, so hot that it was hard for me to bear, as well as the way she rotated her hips, skillful and compact.
Sister Xiu is a well-traveled young woman, not a young maiden in the throes of love.
Maybe I was too monkey around just now and didn’t tease her arousal sufficiently before going in, and that was probably the main reason for my failure.
“Luckily …… I still have a chance!”
I comforted myself with this.
I’m sure with that lesson learned, I’m unlikely to repeat it, and no doubt I’ll do better.
She had the right feeling.
The next day I went downstairs and ran into her in the yard and she told me, “Auntie’s here!”
Come what may, I didn’t really care.
Xiu’s great aunt hadn’t even finished when my acceptance letter arrived.
“Congratulations! College student!”
When I told her the good news, Sex Bar Debut she said bitterly, was silent for a long time, and then sadly asked, “You’re leaving?”
“I should have left long ago!”
I said.
Looking back, I was so caught up in the joy that I didn’t show an ounce of attachment to her.
“And will you …… come back to see me when you miss me?”
She said staring into my eyes.
“Yes, I will!”
I touched her cheeks, which I did think at the time, “I’ve already bought my ticket and I’m leaving today!”
I’m going to tell everyone I know the good news.
I also wanted to go over to see Sue, but for various reasons I couldn’t, and the car I took never passed through that city again.
I wonder how she’s doing now? Does she still think of me? [End]