Bojomu My spirit

Who'sis that?

"Surely able to work, huh'?" Juna was worried that Arya was in pain at work.

Arya nodded, it was enough time to rest after the small operation, he was able to use *********** well, the walk was as usual.

Can't wait for him to finish everything and go back home even though he can't test drive directly with Ajeng, basically he wants to go home first while waiting for the latest results of his medical action.

"The model is not circumcision anymore?" Rian who had just entered the room wondered. "Or is there a new mushroom head?"

"Lo crazy, yeah still bego!"

Rian chuckled, funny if he imagined Arya's heirloom had two mushroom heads, would want him to capture and enter the museum.

"Do you want your son's birth?"

"Not yet, there is still a lot of the Eliin gymnastics, the greater the content is even more fierce, even doyan also, kesel me every mallem made like meow same him!" shoot Rian while lamenting his shrinking navel.

Juna to the point of falling down from laughing, the relationship between Rian and Ellin was quite complicated, but gradually improved until this second could stay together despite the many checks they finished with the hot scene in the morning, even now night is the solution for both.

"But, you doyan right?" shoot Arya. "From your face looks like napsuan lo!"

"Widiiihh, like you don't napsuan, surely Ajejeng gemeter you invite panco fight every mallem!" rian won't lose.

Juna raise his hand. "Okay, I'm the only one who's free here, you guys don't have any candidates for me?"

"Ck, if there's my brother, I wouldn't know the same jerk model lo, Jun!" answer Rian.

Juna glanced at Arya who was shaking his head, if there was a girl like Ajeng it was impossible because only that girl could make a demon king like Arya stop, she said, while Ellin was not able to make Rian stop, especially later there was a plain girl for Juna, where he could melt the vicious heirloom.

Juna sneaks softly, tracking down Rian who continues to be a barking dog in his weird love story, repeatedly getting acquainted, once he knows he is dogged to play in bed, run away and void.

"Nobody's a model, huh'? If you want to make kibulin!"

"Resek lo, Ajeng can not be cycled, no one like him so, will not be able to lo kibulin, which there is lontong lo cut opor cook!"

Juna suddenly closed his thigh gap, it was terrible to be Ajeng couple then, but it was powerful until Arya stopped completely.

Juna narrowed his eyes. "Ajejeng is a virgin, huh'?"

Brak!

Arya kicked the two friends, even though Ajeng is holy and has not been penetrated by the heirlooms of other men, he will not tell, it is a pleasure that only he who feels, does not want him to share.

Rian held onto Juna's shoulder, both of them were flushed away, knowing that Arya was angry about personal discussion, especially Ajeng, surely the impact was widespread, bucin se bucin-bucinnya.

"Lo say also bajas Ajeng, I've discussed once already like to be castrated, let alone you ask her virgin what not, die us!" Rian wanted to strangle his friend.

Juna rubbed his chest repeatedly, Arya's angry face was more sinister than the local ghost sighting in the homeland.

"Gue was curious until he could submit to Ajejeng, Yan!" Juna clapped his chest again. "Aja who dapet much sexier than Ajeng, still a snack, is Arya who dapet so, already diem, you know how Ajejeng, far from his taste Arya!"

True too, no one can deny, even want to think about it as if it makes no sense an Aryan can be smitten with the Ajeng under their taste.

Tell Arya is a night dweller, what kind of hole he has not tried, when with Ajeng it is different and want to have children to withstand the pain of the medical process, all still do not think it is true.

"Slave, where are you going?"

Juna mouthfuls Dina. "You want to be as beautiful as anything, will not put on him, blind as his wife!"

"I know he's married, there's no wife, I can take him again, he'll need a tired release here, I'm sexy and seductive!" pretty said while patting her ass.

Wadau, Juna swallowed his saliva heavily, it also felt like he wanted to pat the sexy buttocks while stabbing, who could resist the charm of the international female.

"You better not meet him, Pret. Will reject!" Rian hid Juna behind his back, there was a tense behind his friend's pants.

"Yes, huh? Arya never refused me all this time, especially if I wear a miniskirt," Pretty replied confidently. "I'm not stupid like your wife, Rian!"

Whatever!

Rian takes Juna away from being stabbed by Juna's corpse who woke up without the alarm.

***

"Pret, move!"

"Prat, pret, prat, pret, my name is just that, isn't it if we're together that you call you beauty?"

Arya raises both eyebrows, it doesn't matter if she talks alone with Pretty, but this is her lunch while accompanied by her wife, Ajeng hears all Pretty's answers.

He pushed the sexy plump body, even Arya was reluctant to respond again, he was like there was no wife to be a successor here, especially if he met the woman he used to date, one office too, and so on, kill him.

"Mas, who was it?" The teacher began to suspect. "Kok like you guys ever had that, you know that?"

Arya is still glaring at Pretty who forces her to sit in front of Arya, even though she knows the bench is special for Arya's position, but women like Pretty where to care.

"Mas."

"Yes, Dear. There's always a mosquito bothering you, have you eaten?"

"Well, how do you keep asking, you don't focus anymore?"

Pretty who heard it suddenly switched to answer, snatching Ajeng's question just like that.

"Yes, he wouldn't be able to focus if there was a sexy guy like me in front of him, Pretty!"

"Cockfighting!" sentak Arya, she left her lunch menu.

Angry is Arya just because the banana is tempting? Pretty look at the lunch menu that looks good, pity not eaten Arya.

Pretty bring a tray that is still full, he delivered to Arya's room, not yet after Arya answered Ajeng's question, Pretty had a voice again.

"Arya, so how's this food, don't you eat, or do I eat?"

Duars!

The pedicab across there widened his eyes, coincidentally he was sharpening a knife at the behest of the father-in-law.

Slink, slink!

"Mas, what am I, who is that?!"