
Tok tok tok tok
Tok tok tok tok
Andre tried to knock on Daniel's bedroom door, his half-brother. Wish the boy would wake up and take care of his drunk mother.
Kreeet...
Andre termangu's. Daniel's bedroom door was unlocked.
He spread his eyes around the room. There was no Daniel in bed.
"Daniel! Daniel!!!" annoyed screams.
Daniel did not come home. Maybe stay at his friend's house.
Ck ck ck...! Eight-year-old boy, his behavior is cake dajjal! grumbling Andre's heart.
He came out of Daniel's room. Come down and see Mama Tiri on the ground floor.
Sure enough, Shernita was lying on a marble tile with her face face down.
"All of you are dead! Lithouse!!!"
Andre furious. He rubbed Shernita's body with his right foot. Wish the 34-year-old woman would wake up from her fall on top of a disgusting vomit.
Andre just grunted in annoyance.
He drew Shernita's hand with a perfunctory attitude. But for a long time, he was also afraid that the wife of his Papa was okay.
Finally Andre raised the body of Shernita which turned out to be light.
With one lift, he was able to carry Mama Tiriri into the room.
Shernita put it in front of the bathroom door.
Andre held his breath while cleaning up Shernita's messy, dirty face with his own vomit with a towel.
Actually the young man was very disgusted. But he could not bear to see that Shernita was so inferior that he was unconscious.
Andre also took a sack of water from the bathroom.
Irritatedly he wiped the dirty face and hair of Shernita with his own vomit.
Andre tried to pull on Shernita's clothes. Opening them one by one despite considerable distress due to the position of Shernita who sat with his eyes closed.
"Based on a bitch! His job is just drunk, gambling! My father is a man who takes full responsibility and loves him very much! May this woman's eyes be blind cataract, for wasting Papa's love!"
Andre ngedumel was alone.
Shernita is now half bug*l.
Andre just woke up. His eyes stared at the contents of the breastplate of the full stepmom even almost spilled out.
"Hhh...! It could be the body!" the seventeen-year-old boy muttered.
Andre was still trying to resuscitate himself while wiping Shernita's skin with a wet towel.
He got up, headed for Shernita's closet. Looking for clothes that he can wear to the body of his Papa's wife without having to work hard.
"Thelont*! All the clothes are tight! Hhh..."
Andre finally took out one armless negligee. His loose size makes it easier for him to put on his stepmother's change of clothes even though it is somewhat choked on the chest.
It turns out the negligence is tight too. Ck ck ck...! His chest is pretty big! A little narrow in the middle. This guy injects silicone huh, until have a chest this big?!?
Andre was still trying to think normally until suddenly...
Shernita's chest negligence was torn, and again showed her protruding aura.
Yassalam...! Crazy woman! Woy napa! Hhh... If I nen*n will wake up?
Andre's brain is starting to get a little bit agile. He could not bear to see the milky white light from Shernita's cleavage and spontaneously his fingers entered into his stuffing.
"Haish, shit*n! Why mes*m cave with this attached grandmother!"
Immediately he pulled back his palm that had entered the inside of the br*Shernita and hit a small object that he really liked.
Andre held Shernita's body onto his bed. Then rushed out of her stepmom's room while grumbling indistinctly.
"Shii! Damn*n! Ringworm dog!!!"
Tonight he slept restlessly. Look to the right and turn your body to the left.
His mind went wild considering the touch of his fingers on Shernita's chest.
He wants to play around there. But his normal brain forbids him to do that.
As a result, Andre opened his porn* videos so that his eyes and mind were not focused on Shernita. And he can sleep without thinking strangely.
In the morning, Shernita wakes up and is shocked by herself. Her body was on her luxurious bed.
And. his expensive clothes have changed negligee. The torn part of his chest because it was an old negligee, before the body was transformed into more bohay like today.
He got up while groping his half-opened chest.
His head turned towards the dresser and was clearly drawn by the appearance of his face that had collapsed from being too drunk last night.
He rubbed his head that felt agonizing. Pain and dizziness due to the effects of illegal drinks that poisoned him last night.
"Who changed my clothes?" he muttered while standing and looking here and there the clothes he was wearing last night.
Apparently sitting in the bathroom. And spreading an unpleasant scent made him want to vomit.
"Joek...! Isha! Apparently I was drunk to the point of vomiting!" said annoyed. His feet flapped his vomit-filled clothes and closed the toilet door again. Shernita walked out of the room.
The atmosphere of the house is so quiet.
He looked at the wall clock. At 6.25 minutes.
Harti has not come yet, his biological son has not returned. While his son seemed to have left for school a few minutes ago.
Shernita sat dumbstruck by the track record of her behavior last night. Vomit here. Disgusts him himself.
Fortunately, the large house was not placed CCTV as Jaya Wiguna wanted once.
He rejected it on the grounds that it was too risky if there had to be CCTV even for security. For him, the housing that he now lives in for several years is very safe for his care from the housing manager.
Though the original, because Shernita did not want to be discovered. Not to let Jaya know his behavior that likes to go and go home early in the morning in a drunken condition like today.
Shernita remembers what happened last night. Then rushed out of the house in a hurry.
"Thank God, my car is safe!" he said while massaging the chest.
Shernita tried to remember.
Apparently.that unlucky brat*n replaced my clothes! What... does he really have sympathy for me? Is that kid afraid I'm dying from too much minym? Hm..., okay! I'm quite grateful for his actions last night too!
Shernita breezed back to her room. He wanted to take a shower to relieve the pain in his head. Until Warti came and cleaned up all the mess he did last night.
...SERIATE...