I was so surprised that I naturally said, “Congratulations!”
But she did not look happy and said with tears in her eyes, “I will only be married for three months!”
Followed by teardrops that rolled down.
I was even more perplexed and said, “Can you make it clearer? Marriage is a happy event, why should we cry? And who gets married for three months?”
She leaned back in my arms and whimpered.
I embraced her gently, her hair rising her perfumed scent and distinctively feminine odor, and for the first time I sensed that she was already a mature woman with feminine appeal.
Her body heat came through, and it felt completely different than before, and I could no longer be her child.
I’ve watched her grow up, it seems like only yesterday that she was sitting on my lap asking me to teach her to write with a brush, and now she’s no longer a student, she’s nineteen or twenty years old.
I let go of my hand to move away from her some in a hurry.
Instead, she got into my arms again and said sultrily, “What? You don’t like me anymore?”
Luckily, this is the rooftop of my house and it’s nighttime, so no one saw it.
She baffles me.
I no longer pushed her away, nor embraced her, but only pressed both of her shoulders and said, “Ah Heung, even though we seldom see each other in these years, I still like you, you’re a good kid!”
She said, “I’m twenty years old, I’m not a child!”
I said, “That’s the other thing, you said you were going to get married, but only for three months, what was that about?”
She got tighter on top of me, and with her face on my chest, and hugging me, she said, “I’m actually going to sell my body to an old man to stay with him for three months, and he’s going to give me half a million dollars!”
I pushed her away by squeezing her shoulder again, and this time I shook her, “How did you become such a money-grubber?”
She cried out, “I’m not greedy for money, but my dad owes people half a million dollars, and if he doesn’t pay them back he’ll be beaten to death!”
She came next to me again and pressed her face against my chest.
I didn’t make a sound for a while.
She added, “Your heart is beating so hard!”
Good, it’s because, at this point, I’m exactly heartbroken.
She and I used to be close neighbors, I’m twenty years older than her and watched her grow up.
Her father is a disgrace, he doesn’t do his job, he drinks, gambles and borrows money all day long, her mother has to work two jobs to support the family, and she has to come home to be scolded by him, so Ah Heung is only able to be taken care of by her relatives, and she comes to me to be taught by me.
About four years ago the poor mother died suddenly, probably from overwork, and relatives and our neighbors put together some money for the funeral.
Luckily, Ah Heung was already able to take care of herself, so she went to live with her aunt and helped out in her uncle’s small store, leaving him alone.
I haven’t seen her in a few years because of this, and now she turns out to be a very beautiful woman.
No wonder an old man thought she was worth half a million dollars.
I said, “So he’s still alive!”
She said, “It’s still healthy, and in this world, assholes don’t die easily!”
I said, “But it’s not a good idea for you to do that!”
She embraced me tighter and pressed her face closer.
She said, “If only you had half a million dollars to buy me!”
My heart aches again.
I don’t have half a million dollars, but even if I did, I’m not in favor of using it that way.
I couldn’t insist that she not do it. Her father was hers. How could I pay for it if someone killed him? Besides, if it had been my own father, I would have thought differently.
I said, “Better not use that!”
She said, “So that means I’m not worth it?”
I said, “It’s not like that, if I had half a million dollars to give you, I wouldn’t want you to stay with anything for three months.”
I neither have half a million dollars at all, so I am not afraid to say so.
She said, “That means you have absolutely no interest in having sex with me?”
I’m shocked.
She’s really old enough to say things like that so smoothly, and I’m speechless over it.
She also makes my heart go pitter patter because she is so beautiful and so close.
She added, “You have to be conscientious, do you want to?”
I didn’t dare to hurt her pride, and I didn’t want to lie, so I just said, “How could any man not want a beautiful woman like you? But that’s not the problem.
The question is, you saved him this time, what will you betray next time?”
She said, “I will only save him this time, but I don’t care if he lives or dies from now on.
I’ve decided!”
I said, “Why did you tell me if you had decided?”
She suddenly hugged me very, very tightly again, “I’m going to fuck you for a couple days before I sell it to him!”
I was shocked, “Don’t be ridiculous!”
It’s almost as if my own sister is telling herself this, but not quite; she’s not the same person she was a few years ago, she’s become so beautiful, and it’s not really my sister.
She said, “What’s the problem? You said you were thinking about it, you’re divorced and I don’t have a husband boyfriend!”
I said, “I still don’t think you should be practicing this!”
It can’t be changed,” she said, “It’s already taken him 10,000 dollars.
The loan sharks gave my father a one-week deadline.
I’m still a virgin, but I told the old man I’d had an abortion and hoped he wouldn’t want me, but he still wanted me.
I’m not willing to give him my hymen, and I need to learn how to have sex so he doesn’t make me work for it, and you’re the best, I’ve had a crush on you for years! I told him I’m getting my period in the next few days, so we’ll just have those few days!”
I stayed for a while and said, “That’s still difficult!”
Despite the difficulties, I was at my house at dusk the next day, ready to act.
My house is a small residential unit that I am staging, and because of the flat rate, it is small, so small that it is only one large room, and the kitchen is open except for the bathroom, which has a door.
This was supposed to be my love nest when I got married, but my wife has left and it’s just me living alone.
Ah Heung and I have to work during the day, so we have to act at night.
I’m a teacher. Ah Heung works as a clerk in an import/export company.
The lights were on dimly and we sat side by side on the bed with our clothes on.
I was in a very tense mood because, believe it or not, Ah Heung was here to teach me about intercourse.
Me, a divorced forty year old man, and I’m asking a twenty year old woman who is a virgin to teach me to have sex? Yes, as I said, there are difficulties.
My difficulty is that I believe I am sexually impotent and have a failed marriage to prove it.
But after I told Ah Heung about it, she said she had a solution.
She said she’d read a lot of books about sex and she had a twenty-six year old close friend and colleague with a lot of experience who had taught her a lot, and she was interested in it, so she was sure she could solve the problem.
I was embarrassed, but I thought clearly that, as she said, she did not have a boyfriend or a husband, and I was divorced, so there was no reason why we could not do it, and if she could really solve the problem and let me enjoy my sex life, wouldn’t that be great? I am actually very interested, only afraid that I can’t do it.
Now, she says, “You know what? I already wanted to do it with you when I was twelve!”
I said, “That small? What do you know? I think you’re putting your feelings on me because you lack a father’s love and don’t have an older brother!” !”
She said, “I admit that may be part of the reason, but why don’t I pick someone else? Once that year, I was walking with you, I kicked something and almost fell down, you helped me, but your hand wrapped around one of my breasts, at that time I had already developed, but I did not know how to wear a bra, you pinched my breast, and then wiped my nipple with the palm of your hand, the feeling was so beautiful, I felt as if my whole body had been electrocuted, and I was often next to you after that, but you did not even touch me a little bit.
Then I heard you got married and I was jealous as hell!”
I don’t remember this at all, of course because I don’t have a crooked mind.
But it’s for the best. Otherwise I could have been convicted of molesting an underage girl.
Ah Heung added, “That wife of yours, she’s really hateful too, it’s good that she’s gone!”
I said, “You’re jealous, she’s not really that bad!”
She said, “Her attitude is abominable!”
That’s true. Ah Heung doesn’t know that wife of mine, never even met her.
Her impression was only from what I told her.
Yesterday at dusk, since Ah Heung offered to have sex with me, I told the inside story that I was ashamed to tell anyone as well.
I was afraid she wouldn’t understand as a virgin, but she does.
Where she wasn’t sure, she called her cell phone and asked that girlfriend of hers, and that actually led to successful communication; she believed she could fix it.
The main reason for my divorce was sexual incompatibility, but telling people it was just bad character.
I’m sure many people are like that. Is it so humiliating to state that you’re impotent? I believe the main problem is me. If I could get hard, I’d be fine.
It’s also true that she has a bad attitude, the person is so subjective that she thinks everything is her right and everyone else’s wrong.
I’m not very sexually experienced.
Even though I was a teacher, I called on prostitutes three times because of my physical needs.
I went limp the first time, and that whore couldn’t put it in with a handful of help.
She ended up masturbating for me.
The second time the hooker scolded me for not coming to the hoosegow if I couldn’t get a hard-on and scolded me away.
I went to the doctor and he said I was too tense and to just relax.
That’s bullshit. If you can relax, you can’t be nervous.
The next time I call a prostitute, it’ll still be “Relax”, naturally.
It doesn’t come down, it’s masturbation all over again.
I wouldn’t dare after that.
But I don’t believe I am impotent because when I sleep until midnight and wake up in the morning, my prick is hard as a stick.
It’s not that I can’t be hard, it’s just that it’s not the right time to be hard.
When I think about it, I believe the reason is that I’m afraid of strangers, and when prostitutes are strangers, I can’t get loose, so I don’t get hard.
And that’s why I believe it’s okay to be married.
Unfortunately, the wife I married was also too unsatisfactory.
She is also a teacher, thirty-six years old, divorced, is more sexually experienced than I. When in love, she appeared to be gentle and easy-going, but the night of the wedding she revealed her true nature.
Maybe she got divorced last time because she’s so bad at what she does.
On the night of our wedding, as soon as we got home, she immediately stripped down to nothing, laid down on the bed, spread out in a wide berth, and said, “Come on, let’s have some fun!”
I’m staying there.
This is never the tone of a teacher.
Besides, shouldn’t we shower first? Prostitutes also take a bath beforehand.
I suggested taking a shower first, but she said, “What for? It’s the only way to get the original flavor! Take off your clothes and come over here!”
I was only able to undress, but the atmosphere was already bad.
She certainly has a bad attitude, and her body is not looking good.
She was not a beautiful woman, only a middle-aged one, and the truth was revealed when she took off her clothes.
It turned out that her breasts were held high with a bra, and when she took them off, they fell down as if they were mostly deflated balloons, wrinkled, while her nipples were large and crooked, and when she sat up her breasts hung down close to her belly button.
She also had a fat belly with three degrees of wrinkles and pubic hair like half-dead messy grass underneath.
She’s a far cry from those three whores.
Some women are still in great shape at thirty-six, some are already like a broken flower, and she belongs to the latter.
She also lifted both arms and pushed up her chest and smiled cheekily, “I’m sexy, aren’t I? Lured you to death!”
It’s the attitude that’s most stomach-churning.
It’s not a sin to be ugly, but a lack of self-awareness is repulsive.
I also tried to be as accommodating as possible and went up to her with the intention of completing this weekly ritual with her.
Instead, she pointed a finger and said, “What, are you soft? You can’t even get hard with a sexy woman like that? Don’t toy with me, get hard!”
I later realized that she insisted that the hardness and softness of a man’s penis can be manipulated at will, and that my lack of hardness was a deliberate attempt to fool her.
She refused to accept my explanation, and when she stroked me for a while and I didn’t get hard, she cried out, saying that she had married me wrong, and that she would do the same thing to her on her wedding night.
I think I’m the one who married the wrong wife.
I couldn’t get through to her, so I just ignored her and took a shower.
Sleeping in the middle of the night, I suddenly had a bout of pleasure and opened my eyes, only to realize that she was already riding on top of me, and my prick was already penetrating her pussy.
Turns out she rode up and penetrated herself while I was asleep hard as a stick.
She lassoed it up and down on one side and said, “Isn’t it hard now? Are you still trying to trick me?”
A few more strokes and I had a burst of lust and a leak.
She still doesn’t stop, and it’s hard work when I’m still grinding after I’ve ejaculated.
The good thing is that when she cums she goes soft and comes off, she can’t go on.
I was finally done cavorting, and for the first time in my life I ejaculated in a woman’s pussy.
But she wasn’t happy with it and yelled at me for toying with her again and cumming in a couple of strokes.
No matter how I explained it, she still believed that a man’s hardness and ejaculation was like a faucet that could be turned on and off at will.
She’s unbelievable, I can’t do the random switch, and I don’t want to, and if I can’t do it, I can’t reconcile.
So she ran away to her mother’s house and never came back.
We were not officially registered as married, so we were sort of divorced.
I don’t feel sorry for her at all. How can I live with such an ignorant and rude person? That’s why both Ah Heung and her girlfriend believe that I’m a very different person if only the atmosphere is good.
And now, lying in bed together, the atmosphere was definitely much better.
I’m almost completely stress-free.
Acchan took my hand and said, “Feel my boobs!”
With that, she pulled my hands to her breasts.
My heart leaps.
So soft, so stretchy, and warm.
She said, “Touch it!”
My hand began to fiddle.
I realized she was bra-less underneath that black t-shirt, and her nipples were clearly protruding in a single grain, and starting to harden in my hands.
And she closed her eyes and moaned softly, saying, “It’s so good, it’s even better than it was when I was twelve, I can’t believe it’s this good!”
She is the only one who has theory but no practical experience, and she is learning just like me.
It was the first time she had ever given a man a caress.
After a while, she opened her eyes and asked, “Are you hard yet?”
I couldn’t answer period.
She said, “Let me touch it, will you?”
When I didn’t object, she reached between my legs and gently touched it through my friend for a while and said, “It seems big, is this considered un-hard?”
Because she’s never touched a man before, she doesn’t understand, so she asks me without judging, and that’s a good attitude.
I, on the other hand, felt pathetic as I said bitterly, “It’s bloated, but it won’t get hard!”
I pressed her hand and said sincerely; “I was tempted, interested, but… but…”
She also pressed my hand and comforted me, “Don’t worry, we still have a brocade bag of tricks, that Blue God Pill ah! Come on, I’ll pour you a glass of water, take it!”
She got out of bed and went over to pour a glass of warm water, came back and set it down on the bedside table, opened her handbag, took out a small box, opened it, and took out a piece of silver tinfoil wrapping, the clear plastic on it sealing the four diamond rounded light blue pills.
She unwrapped a tablet and handed it to me, and I took it with that cup of warm water.
She handed me the imitation sheet and said, “Look at it!”
I’ll open it up.
In fact, I already knew what it was or I wouldn’t have swallowed it with such confidence.
Ah Heung has explained to me clearly that this is “Viagra”, a miracle cure for impotence that has emerged in the past decade or so, and its principle is to replenish a kind of compound called “Hydrogen Oxide” that the human body is supposed to have.
When a man has an erotic thought, the brain produces hydrogen oxide, which flows to the lower body, relaxing the smooth muscles of the phallus so that blood can flow in, and the phallus hardens.
There are quite a number of men who just don’t produce enough hydrogen oxide and run out before they reach their lower body. It may be due to too much tension, it may be due to overwork, it may be due to old age, or it may be due to some other reason that there is not enough hydrogen oxide, so they just can’t get a hard-on, and I’m a typical example of this.
Doctors say it’s bullshit to take it easy, but a lot of doctors just don’t believe in Viagra.
The effect of this is that it refuses to be pushed back.
Ah Heung also said that if I am really in that situation of wanting but not getting hard, I should take one and try it.
There are some contraindications to taking this medicine, such as heart disease, high blood pressure or prostate hyperplasia and are taking medication to control should not be served, because those drugs are to lower blood pressure, and “Viagra”.
It also lowers blood pressure, and taking the two drugs together can make your blood pressure too low and dangerous.
I’m not afraid if I don’t have those diseases.
I’m not old, so I only take the lowest dose.
I’m looking at the imitation list at this point to stall for some time, as the drug is meant to take effect fifteen minutes to an hour after taking it.
As a result, even though her English was not that good, Ah Heung explained it to me again in detail from memory, and her attitude was really cute! When she was done with the mock-up, she said, “We have plenty of time, I’ll go take a shower first!”
She stood up and just started undressing.
I, on the other hand, had already showered and was waiting for her to arrive.
My flat is very small, the bathroom only has a shower space together with a flush toilet, clothes cannot be hung in there or they will get wet, and because of the limited space inside, changing is also outside.
Aroma turned her back to me and took off her t-shirt first.
The tender white skin on her back, the rippling of her muscles made it impossible for me to think of her as a child anymore; she was truly a woman who had matured.
She took off her jean jacket again along with her red underwear and hitched it to the chair, still with her back to me, and walked into the bathroom and closed the door.
I stayed for a while, then warily touched my crotch.
Wow! Coming! Here it comes! My prick is already hard as a stick.
Sure enough, the imitation of the single said that after the service such as no sex pick naked as nothing, sleep can also be, but a have come, as normal people, and look at the back of the full nakedness of the Ah Xiang, is extremely powerful pick naked.
I can do it, but for how long? That imitation sheet says to maintain it for at least four hours, and four hours is quite enough.
I was sure it could be done, because at this point there was still a vague warmth inside me that I hadn’t mentioned in the faux list that made me quite confident.
After a long time, Acchan opened the bathroom door and came out.
She washed it for so long because she had to drag it out long enough for the medicine to take effect.
She took the towel hanging next to the door and wiped her body on one side as she walked toward me.
Even though she was a virgin, she didn’t shy away from covering herself up, no doubt because she had very strong feelings for me.
And the first time I saw the front of her naked body, my prick swelled like it was going to explode.
She and that ex-wife of mine are really far from each other! Her breasts are round, plump and firm, her two nipples look like two tiny roses, her belly is smooth and wrinkle-free, her pubic hair is abundant but evenly and neatly distributed, and …… yikes, I can’t get enough of her! And her attitude hasn’t even been accounted for yet! She walked to my side, I smelled a very nice odor, this is a daughter scent? But that wife of mine is slightly stinky! She asked, “How do you feel now?”
I said, “Coming! Coming!”
She reached out to feel it and said, “Wow, that’s awesome!”
The touch was awesome too, I had an electric shock, no whore had ever made me that comfortable before.
Naturally, I made a move to take off my friend, and with my prick free, it was hard as a rock.
She added, “It’s so powerful, I was afraid it would stick me through!”
I know I’m not really particularly big, only normal, but in the eyes of a virgin it’s extra big.
But despite this, Acchan instinctively wasn’t really scared, and curiously looked down to play with it, loving it.
I couldn’t get enough of her either, and took off all my own clothes on one side, so we were naked and cuddled up on the bed.
I was also conflicted at this point, because it was a man’s instinct to want to penetrate her pussy and cum in it quickly, but at the same time, as a civilized man, I wanted to do what a primitive animal wouldn’t do, which was to enjoy watching and groping this lovely piece of flesh, while at the same time enjoying the pleasure of her playing with my prick.
Before these three forces could fight it out, Ah Heung pressed me to lie down on the bed and said, “Come on, I’ll give you a kind of enjoyment that your bloated wife won’t!”
I didn’t know what it was, but knew it was excellent when I got it, and it turned out that she was sitting next to me, playing with my prick with one hand and my nipples with the other.
Although previous whores have touched my nipples, I don’t know how many times more comfortable it is for Ah Heung to do it.
Acchan said, “Comfortable?”
I groaned, “It’s so cozy!”
On one side, I played with her tits with one hand and reached for her pussy with the other.
She sat with her pussy pressed under her and couldn’t touch it, only touching her pubic hair, but that was fine.
I don’t know the art of caressing yet, but I’m a svelte guy, I don’t dig and pinch wildly, svelte equals gentle, and that’s doing it right.
She twisted her head to look at my prick and said, “Yikes, it’s turning a deep purple!”
Said she, bringing her face closer to see.
And right then, I went, “Ah!”
The yelped out and couldn’t hold back, and the long-stored semen flew out in a burst of extreme pinch.
She’s “ah” too.
The shrieked.
I opened my unwilling eyes to see what turned out to be a white puddle of my cum on her face, some on her nose and some on her lips.
I was busy sitting my also-unwilling body up and said, “I’m sorry!”
She pressed her hand against it and said, “Never mind, I’ll just go wash it!”
She got up and went into the bathroom and came back with the puddle of cum gone and a strip of toilet paper in her hand.
She said, “Your cum is so fishy!”
But not a complaint, a half-smile.
Following this she wiped my already soft prick and surrounding area with toilet paper and added, “It’s hard to believe it’s gotten that small again!”
I blubbered, “Hard is hard, but it turns out I’m a premature ejaculator!”
It’s not a coincidence that my wife and I were that fast, and now we’re that fast, right? She said, “Well, I’ll have to ask my friend there!”
It was a good thing she had that experienced friend behind the scenes to guide her, otherwise she wouldn’t have been able to solve it.
She took her cell phone and went into the bathroom to talk for a while, and when she came out, she said joyfully, “No problem, she said that most men are like this when they are inexperienced, and that this time, we can wait a while and try again because you just ejaculated, and without the pressure of being full of sperm, you are going to be a lot longer.
Now take a break!”
She pushed me to lie down and laid herself down next to me.
I felt very comfortable and calm, unlike the previous times, I was still scared after the whore cummed for me, and I still felt nauseous after cumming inside my wife! After a while, Ah Heung laughed and said, “We are lovers now, I have cum for you, but you haven’t kissed me yet!”
I’m so over it, I’m so worried about my inactivity that this should be overlooked.
So I climbed up and started kissing her.
It’s something I’ve never done either, but I’ve mentioned it quite a bit in novels and seen it quite a bit in movies, so I probably know how it’s done.
I then kissed her from her face.
That’s wonderful! I know she does wear some perfume, so she has a nice scent, but you can’t wear perfume in your mouth.
She spit out her tongue and intertwined it with mine, which was also fragrant.
It also smelled good when I kissed her breasts, and when I kissed down there and I pulled my legs apart to get a better look at her pussy.
The pussy mesmerized me too, why did I find it so pretty when it was supposed to be ugly? As I watched, she squirmed and said, “Nipples, I want you to suck my nipples!”
So I went back to sucking on her nipples, which was no easy task, but she instructed me “Lighter! Heavier!”
Repeatedly, I tuned it and soon I was doing it to her satisfaction.
Satisfied, her hands came alive, finding both my nipples and gently pinching them.
Wow! This is really amazing, I am alive again, just like sleeping like a penis and hard as a stick, I just like not ejaculated like full of lust, my penis very much want to get rubbed, so to her stomach wiped.
She reached down and caught it and said, “It’s so hard, now stick it in!”
So I attempted to thrust in, but it was not easy, I could not see and could not separate one hand to touch it, so I always hit and missed.
Still she reached down and held it in place, moving it around and finally squaring it with the opening of her vagina.
She said, “Plug!”
I pushed hard and her pussy was so slippery that I plunged all the way in.
She’s “ah.”
The called up.
I stopped.
She said, “Never mind, I’m not in pain!”
We have discussed this point before.
We were not sure if it hurt when her hymen was pierced. Her girlfriend said that as far as she knew, most people didn’t hurt and a few did, but there was no way to know for sure if A-hyang was in that category, so she just decided to go with the flow.
Now that I’ve penetrated all the way, the hymen is of course broken, just to be sure she’s in the painless category.
She added, “I’m not in pain, I’m still comfortable! You stick it in! Stick it in!”
He said and raised his disk bone to meet me.
Honestly, her pussy was hooping me up so comfortably that even if she was in pain and told me not to stick it in, I’m sure I’d have a hard time complying.
Naturally, I pumped up, and faster and faster.
She also moaned louder and louder, and both of her hands kept playing with my nipples, no doubt taught by her girlfriend, which added to my pleasure as if I had ascended to wonderland.
I don’t know how long it took, but all in all it must not have been a premature ejaculation, and with a burst of lust I came inside her.
Followed by my entire softness, pressed against her body.
She took a deep breath and said, “That was so good! And I had an orgasm!”
That’s good news, she had an orgasm, which means I didn’t prematurely ejaculate.
I wasn’t afraid to ejaculate inside her either because she had gotten together one of those safe days to come and we didn’t have to wear a condom.
After a while, she pushed me away, telling me not to press her for air.
Followed by her saying, “I’ll twist a wet towel to clean you up!”
She got up and went to the bathroom, stopping on her way back, looking down and laughing, “You got so much sperm out that some of it ran out and fell on the floor! It’s a good thing I didn’t step on it, or it would have fallen on me!”
She went back into the bathroom to get some more toilet paper to wipe away the puddle of cum before coming over to wipe my body, after which we were both tired and lay down to fall asleep.
I woke up first, it was midnight, I somehow fell head over heels with her, her hips were right in front of my face, and since she slept curved up, her pussy was exposed in front of my eyes, and we hadn’t turned out the lights before we went to bed, so I could see it clearly, and the rose-red and pink labia glistened wetly in the clumps of pubic hair, and with the faint smell of pussy, the attraction was so strong.
Having just woken up, my prick was already hard, and with this attraction, it jumped even more.
I had a sudden whim to surprise her and stick it in her in her sleep.
But she was sleeping with her body bent over, so how could I penetrate without waking her up? It occurred to me that in this position, penetration should be made from behind, so I moved over and practiced it.
This was really good, and by lying on my side, I was able to hold the prick in my hand, get it up to her pussy, grind it, find the vaginal opening, and with one thrust, I was in.
After it was fully in, she woke up.
She said drowsily, “It’s cozy! … so cozy…”
I hugged her from behind, we were like two stacked spoons, both of my hands naturally fell on her breasts, I took advantage of the situation to play with her nipples and stroke at the same time, she kept screaming for comfort.
This time it was undoubtedly because I had been out of the sperm twice and could support it longer.
Finally, I ejaculated and didn’t quit, so we fell asleep together.
We woke up the next day, halfway through the morning, but we had taken the day off the day before, anticipating that we would be late risers.
We went out for breakfast and came back to make love again.
We did this a total of ten times over three days in a row and became quite proficient.
Following that, she left glumly.
It was a very sad parting, and though she would be back in three months, by then she had suffered the old man’s lechery.
Surprisingly, she was gone for an hour and then came back.
It turns out that two days ago the old man had a stroke and became a vegetable, the deal couldn’t be completed, and her father had fled the country and was nowhere to be found.
Two years later, I married Ah Heung and I remained the only man in her life.
At the wedding, as usual, our friends and family asked us to tell the story of our relationship, and of course we fictionalized one to hand it over.
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