Loving My Raised Mother

Quit

Their sight met and locked somewhere. That is the part of the face that is stared at very intensely.

Arya's hand touched Fatma's nape on her swab gently and slightly pulled to get closer. Arya's face came closer to welcome a chewy object that in two days became opium for her.

Fatma's breath is racing against time. Hunting erratically, the meeting of two lips also occurs gently and very enjoyed every move.

The touch of the hand did not escape decorating the unfolding, Arya's hand moved caressing, rubbing very gently in the nape area. Neck and back.

The hunting breath and heart beating very fast did not dampen his passion to enjoy the appetizer.

Arya keeps on*ma* browsing its surface. Occasionally me*e**p soft. Both eyes were closed under the dim light and the atmosphere outside was raining until it sounded sparkling.

They both continue to make out on the sofa, give each other warmth, the night gets late and they are still reluctant to leave the place. With the reason that if moving to bed, he was afraid to disturb Rania who was sleeping soundly.

Fatma was still bent over Arya's thigh, with the other hand holding her waist. And one does not stop exploring to every one he likes, of course Fatma also likes to be treated like that.

Not only tangah who travels everywhere, lips also do not want to make a stopover in places that he thinks are beautiful. Sometimes Fatma directs it too.

"Akh .." hiss Arya. When feeling the turmoil that almost surged, and finally felt pained.

Fatma also did not escape the sounds that are very beautiful in Aryan ears. When Arya's hands and lips are so sincron plays her pretty hanging.

Actually Arya can't bear to do more than just taste the appetizers.

Fatma's eye bead was fixed on Arya's chest and touched it. Then it moved to look into the eyes of Arya who was staring passionately. Fatma's lips smiled sincerely. Back Fatma swept her gaze to Arya's chest which fielded and contained it.

Suck and play ****** its. Arya closed her eyes again. Fatma knew very well that her husband wanted her. He himself had craved it.

As an adult woman, normal and experience in feeling it, certainly can not be denied if she needs it. But unfortunately if this time can not hand it to her new husband.

After a long time with berc*mbu, they finally ended the hot activity.

Arya stuck her back to the back of the sofa shoulder. The still hunting breath sounded the silence.

Fatma hugged Arya by the neck, hiding her face there. The body feels limp and vibrates, stiffens.

With a heavy voice, Arya asked. "Darling why?" it was whispered and barely audible.

Fatma's captain shook his head in the same position. Hugging and hiding his face. Apparently Arya does not know how she reacts when women are te***gsan* and really want intimacy with a partner.

Silent!

They choose to be silent and busy with their respective thoughts that drift far away traveling. Arya's eyes closed for a moment while hugging the wife's back.

While Fatma is still in the same position so that the breath of Fatma feels warm sweeping throughout the Aryan skin, especially the neck and chest area.

Slowly Aryan's body moved, establishing his seat. With a slow motion pairing fatma pajama buttons that open all and previously put the rope heaven that was released due to the game earlier.

Arya's eyes moved looking at Fatma's eye bead that was paying attention to her. "Moved huh? bobo."

Likewise Arya, his passionate desire is so desperate for his wife but must be blocked by a red cross that he cannot fall.

Usually, the rain. Storms, wind and fog even though he was able to cripple it. But this time he was really unable to do anything. The figure of Arya, a mighty pilot, is able to fight every situation.

Now losing, not being able to do anything. Just to please himself.

Arya immediately lifted her body Fatma in her cradle ala bridal style, carried her to the top of the bed with slowly she lay down and blanketed. After that, he himself climbed on all fours. Lying down and hugging his wife's body facing him.

With their lips closed, they read prayer. Even the night was getting up and passing with a sense of disappointment that adorned the heart and feelings.

Next day. Arya and Fatma had packed up the items to return home to Jakarta today.

Rania has been cheerful to welcome her home and wants to go straight to Arya's apartment.

Mia smiled to herself to hear her going straight to Arya's apartment.

"What is arya's apartment like? broad or narrow? ah, that means that the apartment is not as spacious as Mension and will be more free to-" her inner Mia. Matra's eyes caught Fatma's arrival on the terrace.

"Where is the headache?" ask Fatma while sitting her butt in the chair on the terrace.

"Em, it's already. It's a little better." Mia answered while rubbing her forehead.

"What pain?" search for Fatma again.

"Sickness .. ordinary headache, Madam. Alhamdulillah not according to expectations." Mia nodded.

"Ooh, good." Fatma stared expressionlessly.

Mia's a little awkward. And it wasn't heartbreaking when Fatma looked at him so intensely and questioningly.

"Em .. My relatives are in desperate need of a baby sitter. And because Rania is now a big girl. So I recommend you to work there." Fatma went straight to the points.

Makes Mia dumbfounded. Didn't expect that he was roughly dismissed from working with Fatma. But this is subtly the way he moved to work to his relatives.

"What's? i-i'm at a stop?" tanya Mia stared intently at Fatma. He really did not expect.

"Sa-I didn't lay off us, because I knew you needed a job. It's just you I moved to my relatives who need more workers." Fatma gave her word.

Mia shook her head as if she was not willing to move jobs. It was comfortable and especially now there was a view that he really liked.

"As for me, Rania has grown up, and I will now take care of her more, so I offer you, they will agree, rather than looking for a new one that we do not know yet, don't you? just shut you up. His salary will be bigger than mine." Fatma.

"But, Mistress. Why should I anyway? the lady's worker is not me either. There's a lot-"

"But the problem is that parenting is only you, the other part is cooking and cleaning. So obviously dong I offer you a more adept take care of the child." Fatma cut the word from Mia ....

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