LOVE SONG SINGLES
The Part 36
It seems that Santi failed to get his snacks, because he still came back to Anang, and invited Anang to continue walking with him.
In a ship, but like a luxury settlement.
There are sports venues, there are cinemas, there are places to relax like cafes, and others.
But what looks most interesting to Anang and Santi, is an open swimming pool.
With a view of white skin swimming, and some were sunbathing in the sun, just wearing underwear.
Santi looks restless, more or less with Anang who is just as restless.
"I'm going back to the room, just back here again. Do you want to come or live here?" said Santi who looked impatient.
"I'm coming" Anang said, hurriedly walking with Santi back in his room.
Anang would pick up the guitar he had just seen in his room.
Anang planned to play his guitar there, so as not to look suspicious when he stayed there while looking at the scenery, if he did nothing.
It's pretty good just to be looked at.
Who knows if there is a bule woman who is interested in him, while strumming his guitar, and maybe allow Anang to pluck a small rope made to vibrate.
Right or right?
When the two of them were in the room, Santi looked busy unpacking his bag, while Anang opened the shirt he was wearing, the highest shirt he was wearing in it.
Swimming pool is hot, especially if too long staring at forms that can make Anang concussion, Anang will get hotter.
Anang did not have time to see again, what Santi made next because Anang was tuning the guitar strings to fit his tone.
Santi was already standing in front of him while wearing a bathrobe.
"Let's go to the pool now!" take Santi while pulling Anang's hand.
Santi's steps are not less fast with Anang's steps, until the swimming pool does not take long, they have arrived there again.
Anang then looked around, looking for a place that was about comfortable for him to sit while playing guitar, and looked at the living mannequins scattered in that place.
And meet. There are two adjacent benches that can be used to sit, and lying down can also.
Protected with an umbrella, so Anang does not need to participate in sunbathing that can increase the increase in body temperature, and his brain hardened.
"We're just there!" said Anang while walking the bench he saw.
Santi also followed Anang to the seat.
Just now Anang was sitting down, Santi who was still standing then took off the bathrobe that he was wearing from the room earlier.
What Santi wears, the same as the Caucasian women who wear there.
Bikini is minimal fabric, only covering a little sensitive area.
Anang gulped.
Santi will look striking among people there who have similar stature.
Santi then approached Anang, bowing, until his chest almost touched Anang's nose.
It feels like Anang just wants to bite a small cloth, which closes the top of Santi hill until it is released.
"It still looks?" ask Santi.
"Still," said Anang hurriedly answering Santi's question.
Santi seemed confused by Anang's answer, as well as Anang who was confused by Santi's question.
"What time?" santi said as if she did not believe Anang's answer.
"What do you ask?" Anang asked back, staring fixedly at Santi's chest.
Santi pinned Anang's head, until Anang grimaced and looked at Santi's face, stroking his head.
"If my milk is clearly still visible. What I asked was bruised on my body. Still don't look?" ask Santi.
"Oohs... Try saying that from earlier!" said Anang then watched Santi's neck for a long time.
Hm... Anang just want to kiss the neck smooth, and smooth it and suck it slowly, until it turns red.
"It still looks like it?" tanya Santi disperse the daydreams of Anang.
"Eh... Naw. It's smooth and smooth" said Anang.
Santi then straightened his back.
Ah... Anang canceled slapping Santi's neck with his mouth.
Anang had seen Santi turn towards him, then bite his own lips, with eyes that were busy until almost closed.
Ckck...
Santi's mischievous attitude indeed makes Anang want to punish him, to wait in front of Anang in the room, Now!
But Anang can't punish Santi now, because Anang is currently as bad as Santi.
While strumming his guitar carelessly, Anang's eyes were busy looking at the reddish-white women, who were lying lined up on sun-exposed benches.
Long time to see them all, Anang became bored.
Anang had mistakenly guessed that the sight would attract his attention for a long time.
What would be interesting if they were just so quiet?
It was the same with Anang seeing the shop display sculpture, which was paired with underwear.
No exclaiming.
Anang finally studied Mister Grand's song seriously, while looking at the text, earphones next to his ear, and looking for a guitar key that matched the song.
Anang tried to change some of the tones that he felt needed a little modification.
It feels Anang almost managed to make the song so beautiful, but the pain of his stomach is more successful in disturbing Anang's concentration.
As Anang recalled, he had seen a door in their room.
Maybe it's the toilet and the bathroom.
Anang saw the pool.
Santi was engrossed in playing water while chatting with some male Caucasians who surrounded him.
Anang had to go back to their room by himself.
Anang's stomach was mules, making Anang accelerate his steps until he almost ran.
Anang tried to remember his room number, and fortunately he could still remember well, despite such an emergency situation.
Hurriedly Anang entered the room, put down the guitar, and other items that he brought earlier to the floor, then ran open the small door there.
Luckily it was a toilet, with a shower room.
Anang although usually only wear an assembled latrine, but is no stranger to the sitting toilet that is there, because he used to see the object in his place of building work.
Finally Anang can throw a wedge in his stomach until relieved.
Anang then looked here and there.
Why aren't there any jet shower taps?
There were only rolls of tissue hanging near the toilet, and many buttons on the wall.
What should I clean it with?
Anang watched the button on the wall carefully.
It appears to be the toilet setting button.
One by one Anang tried to suppress it.
Someone made the shit drown.
Okay, continue!
There are also those who turn on the music, although Anang is confused as to what features turn on the music in the toilet.
Do you want your pup to need entertainment?
Anang push another button, but the toilet light becomes dim.
Which one to clean Anang's ass?
If it is not washed for a long time, the remains may dry out, and difficult to clean.
Could leave a stain of sin, in the safety triangle Anang.
Finally after trying a few buttons, Anang found one of the buttons there that sprayed water with a slow mode, and a heavy mode on his butt.
Congrats!
Anang has successfully passed the test using a luxurious toilet.
