LOVE WINARSIH

112. From - By Kalimantan

Like let's not forget, yeah,

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"While a minute, which Novi?" dean asked Winarsih when they had just arrived at the room.

"I think there was, why?"

"You asked to get a paperbag in the car. Or I'll call Mr. Noto for a minute." Dean pulled out his phone and scrolled the screen looking for Mr. Noto's name on the outgoing call.

"Hello Sir? I'm asking you to get me the paperbag, yes really that one, please take it to my room ya." Dean then ended the conversation and threw his phone into the bed.

"What's mother?" tanya Winarsih curious.

"For you, you will like it. Wait a minute Mr. Noto. May Dirja sleep a long time huh-" said Dean smiling massaging his wife's shoulders.

"In Kalimantan what is it?" ask Winarsih suddenly.

"Work dong. Trial, meeting other lawyers who hold the case. Napa's mom?" Dean asked back with a little surprise.

His heart was a little uneasy as Winarsih asked that. Because of an accidental encounter with Ara while there, making his wife's question is now like an interrogation.

"It's okay. I used to come home from everywhere I asked. How to get nervous? what's wrong?"

"Nothing - eh there is a door to the room. Must be Mr. Noto. A moment." Dean got up to the door again sitting on the edge of the bed a moment later with a paperbag.

"This is what I bought for you. From Banjarmasin, the city of a thousand rivers. Sasirangan Batik." Dean opened the paperbag and took out three pieces of batik-length cloth patterned with beautiful striking colors. Yellow, orange and blue.

"It's good to wear the Dirja's sling" said Winarsih lifting the silk batik cloth in front of his face.

"It's up to you for what Mom, unique also Dirja carried using it." Dean chuckles at the thought of his baby being carried in a handmade batik cloth he bought expensively from a gift shop at the airport.

"What else is going on? is this all?" tanya Winarsih looked at the paperbag. Dean opened his eyes to hear his wife's words.

"From there it's just like this. The other is sweet food. You can't eat sweet. Long time slim." Dean tucked the batik back into the paperbag and placed it on the nightstand.

"There must be something else. Characteristics of one area is a lot of sir," said Winarsih again.

"In addition to the batik cloth there are mandau as well. You know mandau? that's a typical Kalimantan sharp weapon. Why did I buy that mandau for you? lest I be your first victim." Dean pulled his wife's body into the bed.

"Yes, it can be displayed on the wall or closet," Winarsih said again.

"No ah. I'm serem. Be your weapon to fight me." Dean hugged his recumbent wife with his hands and feet at once.

"No," said Winarsih again while wriggling because he felt amused by Dean's breath on his neck.

"Udah ah, you say it. There is the most important thing you should ask. I'm keeping it there with great difficulty" Dean said.

"What's mother?" Winarsih looked at Dean's face, which was just off his left ear.

"Yes this. Here." Dean pulled out his wife's hand and placed it on his maleness which slowly wriggled up from his sleep.

Winarsih laughs.

"Laughter, Win, I have 40 days. That's me putting an alarm on my phone let's not forget." Dean kissed his wife's neck.

"I'd like to see Win, too,"

"What?"

"That's what I was told yesterday, hasn't anything changed?"

"What? changed how? there is-there is," said Winarsih.

"Mean me mastiin soon let's not be curious. Here you. Don't be long, dirja dirja wake up room digedor-gedor Babysitternya." Dean rolled over his wife's body and started kissing the woman a little in a hurry.

"Win, I think I haven't been this long. Understand, help you open up." Dean took off his shirt buttons and his belt in a hurry.

"Hmmm-" Dean sighed. Along with a sigh that came out of the man's mouth, Winarsih also groaned to feel another soft touch at the top of his chest.

As his mouth was replacing Dirja on his mother's chest, Dean now resting on his left elbow now expanded to the bottom with his right hand.

With one hand he managed to uncover the dress that Winarsih was wearing and pulled down the woman's underwear until it fell to the floor.

He wanted to make sure that his wife was ready by then. Dean still tastes his sense of taste around the pink peak with a more seductive form.

"Just Win." Dean got up to release the hook on his pants and pulled all of them until the boxer came down and missed.

"You?" ask Winarsih to her husband.

"What?"

"That." Winarsih looked at the part of her husband who had risen perfectly. Understanding what his wife meant, Dean shook his head.

"No, that's just malem. If you haven't been to Dalem yet, I've been everywhere." Dean bent his wife's leg and began to squat.

"Win-"

"Hmmm-" Winarsih had closed her eyes waiting for her husband's arrival.

"Which one is it? how do you not look?" ask Dean from down there.

"What the hell? What do you really want?" sergeant Winarsih who was a little embarrassed to see the serious face of Dean who was looking at the sensitive part.

"You enter dong Bu, his name is also curious." Dean lowered his head and peeked at the sensitive part at a glance to leave the liquid from his mouth. Winarsih snorted because of what Dean had done just now.

A moment later their views met. Winarsih's eyes now can not be separated looking at Dean's face that is slowly entering it. He did not turn his face again. She also enjoyed the look of her husband who was enjoying with her.

"Aahhh-enak Ma'am. I really feel like I'm going home now." Dean chuckled as he slowly moved back and forth.

Looking at Dean's face while making love, now is not a difficult thing for Winarsih. But hearing the funny jokes that sometimes upset in the middle of their lovemaking activities seems he is not too used to it.

Dean who is fussy and always easy to say the most taboo even when with him makes Winarsih still often misbehaving and blushing.

Winarsih who rarely let out a sigh when making love, that afternoon returned the release of a groan quite long. He who was slightly surprised by the sound he let out, instantly shut his mouth. Dean who was swinging over him smirked.

Dean's eyes had closed and his lips were grimacing as he groaned. The longer the movement faster until finally he stopped and pulled the two thighs tightly Winarsih to perfect their union.

Breath gasping. His lips were smiling but still grimacing. In there, his manhood still continues to spill all pent-up longing.

"Enak Win-is even more delicious." Dean grinned and winked one eye at his wife.

"Udah?" winarsih asked Dean who was laying down his innocent body on the bed.

"Not yet dong, ntar malem I want again. Now I'm gonna take a shower, I'm gonna clean up. Take my son around the back garden. Here Win kisses again," said Dean stretching out his hand. Winarsih slightly got up and kissed her husband's lips.

"Hmmm-" muttered Dean who again buried a kiss while squeezing his wife's chest. For a few moments their kiss did not come off. Still welcoming each other with gentle massages Dean did on the chest he missed.

DRRRRRTTT

DRRRRRTTT

Dean's phone located not far from his head shook. He let go of their kisses.

"I picked up the phone first. Later kisses, even connect again. Don't get his father's satiety, but Dirja even thirsty in his Utinya's room." Dean laughed amusedly.

"Hello? yes Nov? oh it's okay. Yes, you go ahead first. It's nothing. Yes, it's okay." Dean ended the conversation.

"What's wrong with Nyariin Novi?" asked Winarsih who started buttoning her clothes.

"Someone wants me to be sure. It doesn't matter, but I'm curious. Let's see it together. I took a shower first, ma'am, you saw your son there." Dean got up from the bed and hummed leisurely towards the bathroom with his naked body.

The To Be Continued.....