Father of My Son

Hose a Week

"Bi, kiss!" Dira continues to rub Bia's cheeks with her cheeks. Bia's intention to read the book was finally canceled because since then Dira continued to disturb until desperate to provoke Bia's desire to play dolls on the bed.

Bia caresses Dira's hair. While Dira even played revealing Bia's sleeping skirt. "Slow down, Dir."

"Wait what else, Divan's rare occurrence isn't at home." Dira just kept on welding. Even Bia's dress strap was lowered to the elbow. As usual Dira always plays with Bia's chest like a baby.

"You're a time of dissatisfaction, huh? Every day I think it's like this." Bia moved Dira's hand from her chest.

"If Divan comes home, you'll be told to sleep in his room again." Dira wrapped her arms around Bia's stomach. Her hair was rubbed into her stomach and made Bia feel amused.

Now the man's hand moved to the back of Bia's head. He pulled his wife's face closer. After five inches away, Dira moved her lips and sensed Bia's lips with skin tissue on her lips.

Long their lips are clenched. Dira took off the touch and sat down facing Bia. He kisses Bia's forehead before laying Bia's body on the bed.

Starting by opening the zipper on the back of the dress, Dira took down the stitched cloth and made Bia's white body without packaging in addition to chest protection and bermuda triangle.

Dira preferred to play like that first to take Bia to the middle of the journey to open the door. Until Bia began to get used to the game, then Dira took off the entire packaging until the contents were plain like porridge without appendages. Dira starts to take Bia to the next station.

"Don't mess around, donk!" bia Pinta. When Dira only uses hands and lips to capture pleasure.

Dira laughs. "You want to get in now the train?" ask Dira. Bia nodded despite her face being embarrassed. Not wanting to wait long, after the tunnel door opened, Dira immediately advanced the train. Maybe because it is damp and slippery, the train is easy to pass there.

Desau Bia adorned Dira's room. They put to each other to say interjection as a symbol of pleasure. Dira is still pushing back his body and Bia is trying to match. Many times the train went forward and back in and out of the station.

"Do you like it, baby?" ask Dira. Bia just nodded because she could not resist the overwhelming sensation when Dira put the train up to the inside and stayed quite a long time there.

"Get out for a second donk, Nyet! Can't stand it." Bia hit Dira's field chest softly. The man complies. He slowly pulled back his car. Precisely it makes Bia groan so much to feel good to the brain.

Cell phone's ringing. There's a call from Matteo. Dira doesn't want his night to be interrupted. He hung up the phone and threw it on the carpet.

Dira's powerful hand turned Bia's body. He positioned Bia as a horse and he became his rider. Dira shrunk the nape of Bia's neck and made Bia more sensitive when touched.

That night also Bia Ambyar defense. He followed the game Dira began to change positions until moving places on the sofa, swing to the table.

"Why are you still this lustful?" Bia's words faltered with fatigue.

"You made it so," whispered Dira so sexy and made Bia again interested in the arena of the game. "Enough you have. I don't need anything else. You just didn't want to leave the room."

Bia smiling. He wrapped his arms around Dira's neck. Bia resigned only when Dira up and down Bia's body on Dira's lap. In that position, the train is getting smoothly into the tunnel.

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The sound of birds was heard from outside the room. Bia wakes up in Dira's arms. Intending to rise, Dira even more tightly hugging his body.

"I'm going to take a shower" complained Bia while pressing on Dira's cheek. The man snuck into Bia's neck while letting out a spoiled cry. "I thought if I didn't wake up I'd love a cockroach."

"There are no cockroaches in this house" replied Dira hoarsely.

"Outside there's a caterpillar." Hearing the type of insect, Dira immediately woke up. He sat facing Bia while hugging the blanket with messy hair.

"Wake up and shower. Divan's coming home."

Bia just nodded. They walk to the bathroom together and soak in the same bathtub. Bia plays a lot of soap bubbles. While Dira prefers to enjoy the warmth of the water to relieve fatigue. Today he has to go back to work after a week of just pranking his wife.

"Bi, you know what? I used to want to be a singer. After knowing his fatigue, it feels like I want to stop and sing as I like at school first," complained Dira while hugging Bia from behind.

"That's your choice. I can't make a meaning. Besides, you're not saying that being a singer is a hobby not a popularity search. Now, instead of being the opposite?"

Dira nodded. Once entered in the world of entertainment Dira has forgotten its true purpose. "You yourself? Don't want to go to college again?"

Bia turned. He put his head on Dira's shoulder. "I used to want to be a kindergarten teacher in order to properly educate my own children. Now I have a kid and all the parenting science I got on the internet. What else am I looking for?"

"Children two?" chirp Dira while kissing Bia's lips.

Bia chuckles. "You know just make it. It doesn't matter!"

"Who said?"

"Lha, have you been taking care of Divan?"

"You're the one who's hiding, how am I gonna take care?"

Their discussion ended when the phone call was heard. The call was on the side of the wall near the bathtub. Dira.

"Dir? It's Papah." It's Papah." Across there Ernesto spoke with a worried face.

"Why, Pah? Calm down first," suggested Dira hearing her father's rapid breathing.

"Your grandmother went to the hospital. It's getting worse. Papah's on his way to Emertown. You followed up with Bia, huh?" Ernesto.

Dira went down grimly. "Yes, Pah. Dira get ready first."

Get out of the bathtub and clean yourself in the shower room. While Bia was still speechless in confusion inside the bathtub.

"What's up, Dira?"

Finished cleaning himself, Dira wrapped a towel around his body. "We went to Emertown, Grandma went to the hospital."

Bia shut her mouth. Immediately he came out of the bathtub and unclogged the bath and then cleaned himself.

Worryingly, Bia and Dira packed their clothes. Bia helps to fulfill Dira's needs, fearing that something will be missed.

"I told the waiter to get the car ready first. You have breakfast first so as not to limp," suggested Bia while bringing a plate of breakfast menu for Dira.

Dira nodded. His sight had declined since he heard from his grandmother. Bia closed the room door. "Pity him, must be restless."

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I'm begging for points. Yes, there are still other voting changes, but also make Bia votes, huh? 🙏