Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Hm....

"By the way, so want to bathe me and feed me? I'm hungry."

But he's still quiet.

"Come on, I'm really okay. I am sure. We don't have to fuck now to prove it, do we? I'm tired, I'm hungry too. Please...?"

Hm... Daddy just nodded with a slight smile.

Daddy never lied to me. If I ask him something and he can't answer yet, he always says it's not time for me to know. But maybe because I am now his wife, he chose to be honest. He could no longer escape to not let me down. But honestly, it made her feel guilty too. I know, he's so afraid I'm disappointed in him. To the extent that, even though I had tried to behave as well as possible in front of him, he was still not feeling well. Daddy's getting a little moody. He's not like his usual self - he's been as cheerful as the last year since we became lovers.

"So, no, you want to bathe me?"

"Yes, so."

"Or am I the one who bathes you, hmm?"

"Say you're tired."

"It's possible to just bathe."

"Alright, please."

Well, Kejora, be smart to handle the situation.

I stood up, got out of the bathtub to pick up soap and shampoo, poured it over and started doing my little task: pampering my husband. My only awkwardness was only when cleaning that part. It's hard to hold a shy smile when I hold it in front of Daddy.

"Be careful," god. "Don't until he's back on fire. You have to take responsibility."

Ahaha!

I quickly shook my head while holding back a laugh and immediately rinsed his body.

He complied without any chatter, went straight out and I immediately closed the door.

"Huffft. "But he is a sweet man."

Semanis after I came out of the bathroom, at the same time she went into the room with a tray of food in her hand. It's really sweet. Even after we finished eating, he who put the food marks downstairs, also washed them. Less what else? Happy me. A piece of his story in the past will not make me a person who lost gratitude. Anyway, I'm happy to be his wife. Even if he thinks I'm the Kejora-his old lover, that's okay. After all, she's my real mother.

"What matters is not someone else."

"Who are you talking to?" Suddenly Daddy came in.

"Nothing," I said, he jolted me in shock. "Just talk to yourself. Where will my husband take me tomorrow?"

"Wherever my wife wants." He hugged me from behind and kissed my side. "Say me, where are you going? Hm? To the most beautiful paradise?"

Geez.. His speech is still there too.

"I'm talking seriously, Daddy. I'm going to the park, but first we go to the bookstore. I wanted to buy many novels as inspiration for me to start writing. Okay?"

And that's exactly what happened the next day. At least - half. We went to a large bookstore located in the city center.

As soon as he entered the store, Daddy went straight down to the non-fiction section. He came to me fifteen minutes later with two books in his hand. One is a book about plants, the other is about the types of products used for plant maintenance: types of fertilizers and types of insecticides. Yeah, both are about farming.

"Honey," called Daddy in a grunt, he showed me the insect on the cover of his book. "This bug reminds me of something."

Oh my goodness.. basic man...! His mind is dirty.

"Forget about that bug, Daddy...."