Husband Setting

Dear Call

Over night, Jen fosters a lot of annoyance until she finally falls asleep without knowing when Darren will return. His dream is a chase where Tamy continues to be around the two of them.

Jen squirms when her faint ears hear a chicken crow that feels close. It must be Darren's neighborly rooster, he thought. Jen opened her eyes in a very slow motion. Yes, it was there looking a chest patch of loss shirt and Jen smiled as she rubbed it slowly. With the tip of his nose, of course. Yeah, because his hands are busy coiling around Darren's waist.

Consciousness that has not been recovered deliberately he held so as not to return to normal soon. He likes times like this, because sometimes he will forget this incident in the next morning. He touched the chest with his lips. His head moved diligently until it reached his neck and chin. She ... Why is it so intoxicating, anyway?

Jen brought her head back down, for further she could not afford it because she still had the high consciousness to be even crazier. After all, he was afraid that Darren would wake up from his beautiful-looking dream. Jen put her lips back in the middle of her husband's cleavage.

"You are rich in mattresses anyway, giving me the best comfort," he murmured with a wide and satisfied smile, laying down the side of his head on the chest of the field.

"Let's go on, I'm falling more and more with you. Falling in love means ...." Jen still occasionally opened her eyes and closed them again. Her smile was timid but I don't know she was happy. Having a husband like Darren.

Jen soon wakes up, looking at the clock that turns out to be three in the morning. He wants to take a shower immediately and even though nothing happened last night but it almost happened and Jen has fantasized about nothing happening. I don't know, he's afraid his worship is worthless. He was just thinking of looking after her.

"Where are you going?" Jen had lowered her legs, she immediately turned her head.

"Mandi ...," Jen replied lightly. Her hands were busy helping to tie her hair with the rubber she used to put on her wrists.

"Still in the morning, anyways, why did the bath so early?" Darren said as he stretched his body, making the body recumbent. The other hand helped relieve aches from being Jen's pillow all night.

Jen turned her face away, unable to resist the waves of her husband's embrace when the face was still pillow-faced. "Think of doing something, Ren—"

"Eits ...," said Darren snatching Jen's words. "... I want a call from you." Darren's eyes have opened, he's awake to ask for their relationship adhesive. Even if it's just a call.

Jen still remembers to blush, still remembers to blush. He walked away, towards the side of the closet where the towel was hanging. "My dear call is the same as you were once just one, fierce man and his eyes are wide awful."

Jen made her face sadistic when she said that. "You've been getting calls from me, affectionate and soulful calls."

"Thank you, am I special dong in your heart?" Darren is now seated. His chest and shoulders looked dense and shiny. The arm was muscular though not as sturdy and wavy as his papa. Perhaps, Darren was set to fit Jen's comfort. Yes, looking at those big, stocky arms, to be honest he was nauseous himself. For him, like Darren's is the right fit and not boring.

Clean and not too white. It doesn't seem excessive.

"Why? Still want to wet my chest again? Here ... All are legitimately yours, really!" The brash and outspoken man with such an unusually perverted brain thrust his chest.

So he felt? So he just deliberately kept quiet and let?

Jen widened her eyes, between annoyance and shame. Yeah, pissed that he was too blatant to make Jen die a flea. "I'm not crazy to follow what you want."

"In a moment we will be crazy about each other, Han ...," Darren said confidently.

"That's you think, I'm ...." Jen sniffed her shoulders full of sneers. "... no!"

Jen passed after saying that, headed for the bathroom and immediately wetted her body.

"I'm not going to be that crazy about you, Ren ... Where are there girls who are as cute as guys?" he murmured in between the water that was quite cold. Although he was getting used to it, he still felt his skin thicken when the water began to touch his pores.

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Breakfast back in the title, each has faced a plate with a breakfast menu that is now starting to vary.

"Pa, Ma .. We'll move out and have our own house soon." Darren opened up the chatter when only the clanking sound had ruled this room.

"Why? Mama's making Jen uncomfortable?" desy asked as her husband chose to continue eating instead of asking for an explanation about her son's move.

"It's not so, Ma .. I'm actually feeling very comfortable here. I just want to learn independently." Jen immediately explained, she did not want to make her mother-in-law misunderstand.

"Actually, Mama prefers you here, son .. mama so have a comfortable chat and do not use rich muscles when chatting with Dinka ...," said Desy managed to make the girl widen her eyes. It was true, he always made his mother speak loudly and repeatedly. He was used to just doing what his mother asked him to do after the tone of his mother's voice became a major.

It doesn't matter anything, only her mother asks Dinka to do something while she's preoccupied. Whether it's reading a novel, whether it's playing a game, even when focused on learning.

Dinka sneers. "Dear mom, if you use the muscles and veins it fit mama ordered me all you want her own mama," said Dinka.

"Just like, Din ...."

"Ish is absolutely right with all her powers." Dinka whimpering. His mother's words successfully made Dinka's appetite disappear, so when he faced his fried rice again, he just twisted and stirred the food.

"What Jen said was right, Ma .. we just want to be independent" Darren said.

"Mama will be lonely at home .. after grandma leaves." Desy was unable to hide the shakes in his tone so Rendi immediately calmed his wife with a swab on her shoulder. Although the grandmother did not reply to Desy's words but the grandmother was a friend when Desy was tired or lonely. She was sure her in-laws understood what Desy meant.

While Jen and Darren look at each other with a sigh accompanying.

Jen felt she was forcing her desires too much. He understood parting with his son must have been very heavy.

"We'll move if mommy allows ...," Jen breaks up. He does not want to be selfish just because of his small desire. Just because he wanted to take a warm bath every morning, just because the room was narrow, and just because he wanted to stay away from Dinka.

"We'll stay here until mom takes us to our new house." Jen's hand grabbed Darren's palm which he kept under the table. Jen's eyes gently looked at Darren who separated her lips. For years, he seemed to have just seen his wife in adult fashion that melted his heart.

Instantly, Darren pulls Jen into the room, leaving everyone dumbfounded at Darren's slightly rude attitude.

"Darren, Jen's not wrong, son .. Don't fuck her!" exclaimed Desy anxiously. Rendi even stood up and followed all the way down the stairs. Dinka almost fell so surprised to see her brother's attitude is quite rude.

"Ma .. which satanic sister? Jen time asked to cancel the move was she really sprained? It's so complicated being married, huh?" paro Dinka with eyes still fixated on the trail left by her two brothers. "Fix, I don't want to get married if Aric doesn't have a home of his own."

"Don't worry about your brother!" Desy lowered her palm on Dinka's face.

She approached her husband, "their milk, Pa ...!" He ordered Rendi to climb the stairs. She was afraid that her son would be angry at Jen's refusal. Maybe they agreed to ask permission and insisted on moving. I don't know ....

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Jen mo diapain try?

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