Loving My Raised Mother

Dizzy head

For a moment, Fatma's hand was on top of that blunt object. Slightly stroking, so that the owner me*d**delight. Netra Fatma's eyes moved looking at Arya's face that remained closed.

Fatma immediately pulled out her hand. If only Arya woke up how shy she was, hurriedly lay down and sideways to back Arya.

As time went on and the night grew colder, Arya moved her body to look for what she could hug and seek warmth, her body was already cold.

Arya's hand pulled the body of the wife who was turning her back. Because he felt the movement of the elder, Fatma turned to face the arya. Aryan's embrace was so strong that both bodies stuck together and there was no gap for the wind to slip between them.

Fatma also felt cold to enjoy the embrace of her husband. Although with eyes closed Arya's face traced the wife's face, several times gave a warm kiss on Fatma's soft lips.

A few moments of movement. But in the end they fell silent in one sleeping position hugging under a thick patterned blanket.

The two went back to sleep soundly, ticking the sound of seconds time that never tired of spinning. No matter the night or day continues to roll until it brings all the inhabitants of this nature to an atmosphere before morning.

Arya moved her head and slightly squinted one of her eyes. Looking at the clock that has shown at 03.30 wib, his hands felt cramped that hugged Fatma's body, while Fatma was still soundly sleeping on Arya's chest.

Both of Arya's eyes were closed as she gathered her consciousness. Remember what happened last night? the class was sick and dizzy.

But not the usual dizziness. Except for dizziness that may be due to not channeling his desire. His tensed possession from last night was in pain and pain.

Slowly moving his body, shifting and then moving Fatma's head to the pillow next to his. Arya sat down while holding her dizzy forehead. Massaging his nose.

"Oh, my head is so dizzy." Arya muttered and lowered both her legs to the floor.

Fatma awoke and saw Arya sitting with her hands resting on her thighs. Then Fatma got up and approached, hugging him from behind and saying. "Hem .. have you woken up, baby?" the heavy sound of Fatma typical wake up.

Arya turned her head and then clasped Fatma's hand that was coiled in her sixpex belly. "Hem."

"What time is it? don't want a task either" asked Fatma while sticking her cheek on her husband's back. Closing his eyes that still felt sleepy.

"I can't sleep anymore baby, my head's dizzy." Mumbled slowly.

"What, dizziness? I'm looking for a cure, right? there isn't?" said Fatma with still at home in the same position hugging very tightly.

"Either, perhaps a dizzy-because" Raya did not continue her sentence.

Fatma's lips pulled to the side. He knew full well that Arya's dizziness was not due to illness. But because of something that was held back.

A few small kisses of Fatma left on Arya's back. And it was apparently able to make the stimulation increase in men who were in his arms.

Arya opened her closed eyes, her body felt trembling, the flow of blood that was boiling up rose to the head. Slowly remove the arms of Fatma. "I want to clean up, baby."

But Fatma did not want to let go. Fatma's hand brushed off Arya's hand and accidentally touched something and squeezed it.

Fruiting Arya hissing long. "Ooh ...."

Fatma smiled with satisfaction. Hearing the voice of Arya who several times hissing and little jolting for the actions of Fatma who grew bolder.

Fatma is more courageous to vent her desires and intend to make her husband satisfied, it is not hearty to see Arya tormented and suffering, rather than going rogue outside her who tried to dare. Bodo was very embarrassed too, in front of this husband, he thought.

Arya who had begun to be aroused and burned, finally they again made up their mind to complete the ever-hanging and endless will.

In a period of about an hour more both enjoy the tempestuous intimacy. Even without penetration.

Tired, tired, limp. But at least feel satisfied let alone see his partner was satisfied as well. Although not yet to the point that still have to be patient.

"Acc ..." Arya was trying to control her breath. Swallowing his saliva on a dry terrace in the throat.

His body was inundated with sweat that was swapping with Fatma's sweat. There is a sense of happiness and relief after feeling the release, it feels really plong. No more feeling heavy in the head or anything else.

The dawn prayer is beginning to sound. Arya got up and grabbed the underwear on the floor, taking Fatma's clothes as well.

Arya tilted her body towards Fatma who clamped the blanket on her body, whispering. "Thank you dear?"

"Hem," Fatma nodded and rubbed Arya's hair.

Cup! a brief kiss landed on Fatma's lips and not just that, with Arya's mischievous hand squeezing an inflated natural balloon.

"Aw! what the hell? naughty." Fatma reflexes holding her balloon.

"Ha ha ha .." while walking towards the bathroom.

"Laughter, before complaining of pain," Fatma grumbled as she looked at Arya's back wearing only shorts. Fatma's lips smiled wryly remembering just now she was aggressive. Occasionally shudder.

"Iiy, how could I, all that? Iih ... so be ashamed of yourself!" covering his face with both palms.

About 15 minutes later. Arya came out of the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around her waist.

Fatma was fully dressed. Descending stepped forward and when crossing Arya his hand ignorantly pulled Arya's towel so that it slumped.

"Darling, really bad?" Arya grabbed the towel that almost fell to the floor.

"Hi hi hi hi .. sorry. Wew," Fatma stuck out her tongue while running to the bathroom.

Arya shook her head slowly. Then take the clothes that have been provided by Fatma, now the clothes are provided.

After finishing the bath, and clean-up in the room immediately slide into the kitchen, preparing breakfast. Make three.

Arya washes all their clothes. And sweep the floor in the middle room and guests. Fatma smiled as she glanced towards Arya.

After breakfast was ready, Fatma rushed to Rania's room to wake her up and bathe her. But when the door opened, Rania had a shower just dandan.

"Bagy darling? bobo's good?" Fatma quickly approached the window first and opened it.

"Yunya .. once, Rania has taken a bath Mam." Reply to the boy who is still wearing a towel.

"Mama Pinter's son is really y now?" fatma said proudly and took Rania's clothes for school.

Usually early in the morning Fatma most sports briefly continue bathing Rania, but now in this apartment precisely Fatma must prepare breakfast first.

Arya who was sweeping was interrupted by the sound of her phone. He immediately opened a short message from someone ....

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