Loving My Raised Mother

Misses

The time is 21:30 wib. Arya had finished cleaning herself and was already fragrant as well, Arya crawled up. Lying on his side facing Fatma who was still asleep.

Arya's finger moved towards Fatma's cheek in her face very closely. Gently rubbed while saying. "Assalamu'alaikum, my dear?"

His fixed and gentle gaze, led to a beautiful face that was so deep as if it did not feel the movement of itself that several times touched the soft cheeks and hair.

Cup! a friendly kiss landed on the wife's forehead. Slowly Fatma moved her sleeping position, putting her head on Arya's chest. Increase the comfort of Fatma sleep.

Arya's lips smiled and her hands caressed Fatma's hair very affectionately. Down to cheek stroking with the back of his finger.

Fatma who felt comfortable, as well as smelling the perfume of Arya, her nose snorted softly. Then his hand moved to feel the chest of the naked Aryan field.

Without opening her eyes, Fatma's hand continued to touch Arya's chest until she found a single spot and she played with her finger. With still closed, Fatma's lips smiled happily.

Likewise with Arya who also smiled by seeing a smile on the lips of the wife. The touch of Fatma's hand on her chest and playing the point made Arya amused and closed her eyes. Because that's one of the points of stimulation for him.

Arya's hands tightly hugged Fatma's body and her lips clung to her affectionate kiss on her forehead. So Fatma woke up, slowly opening her eyes squeaking and looking up.

"aaa? Aa've come home?" his murmuring was slow, his voice was a typical raucous wake up. He closed his eyes for a moment.

"Hem?" sahut Arya.

Fatma gasped and then woke up. Opening her eyes wide, she stared at Arya who had been awakened, sitting next to Fatma.

Fatma rubbed her eyes with her fingers. Gathering awareness.

"Aa, you're home. Is this really Aa?" fatma's mumbling is back.

"Yes, baby it's Aa." Arya holds both hands of Fatma in her kissy back. "He went home and deliberately came back here. Because Aa's wife is here."

"When did he go home? why don't you wake me up?" Fatma pulled her hand and rubbed her face.

"No heart. It's a pity that it's very good" said Arya, sidelining Fatma's hair in the future.

Fatma was wearing her favorite black lingerie. Clearly exposing his cleavage, his smooth-looking shoulders and level neck.

At present Fatma consciousness has not been fully accumulated. Evidently with silence and eyes that are still empty.

Arya's hand moved to touch the nape of Fatma who immediately netra her look towards the two eyes Arya who stared fixed. The two pairs of eyes met staring at each other and cuph! arya's lips scooped up her natural red lips very gently. Making Fatma's eyeballs round and finally closed enjoy these thrilling moments.

Huhcuph, haaa. Arya moment ago and said. "Aa, kangen is just as dear. Kangen." And reunite his lips with Fatma's thin lips that gap as if challenging to touch.

It was ordinary at first. Spilling a passionate longing, like a long time no see. But for a long time every touch created demands to do more and no doubt Aryan hands guerrilla anywhere.

The hearts of Fatma and Arya were both dag-dig-dug pounding erratically. Rumbled like the waves that hit the rocks in the ocean.

Fatma's hand tightly hugged Arya's back which was pounding her passionately. The bodies of the two began to tremble withstanding the soul-burning desire.

Blood flowing, hot. Breathing began to heavy and sweep the skin of each face.

"I miss you too and worry so much, I'm afraid you're okay." Fatma's voice trembled and tightly hugged Arya's body.

"me too. Now I'm here baby, with you! to let go of longing." Reply Arya while giving a small kiss on the shoulder and nape of Fatma which is white clean.

Arya pushed onto Fatma's shoulder and put some distance between them. "Who wouldn't if I asked for something now?"

Fatma blushed in embarrassment but not for long nodded slowly. "I'm ready."

Arya's hand grabbed Fatma's hair and kissed her. "Scented." Continue to other parts of the body. Her skin is smooth and fragrant as well.

Plus Fatma is out of beauty treatments. Makes it look fresher, and it smells fragrant.

Accidentally Fatma's hand touched something that was struggling but not a swing and felt a small throbbing tense. Make Fatma swallow her saliva many times.

His eyes stared curiously at the one inside there. The living thing, small and adorable, then Fatma turned her gaze towards Arya's sad face staring at her.

"I want to make you happy tonight" those words sounded so naughty. Fatma's hand slightly pulled her lingerie strap down and began to tease Arya who was already playing with natural opium, for normal people.

Arya's desire rose when she saw her lingerie rope Fatma come down next door exposing the beautiful hill that is very challenging to plural. Making Arya more and more klepek made.

"I will also make a happy darling, which no one ever loved before." Arya's whisper was no less naughty, her burly arms pointed at something.

Arya's breathing was increasingly heavy, burning desire that increasingly burned his body. It quickly touches and*e**m***slow but invites flavor that makes the owner look up favourably. What's more when Arya showers Fatma's body with a small but long kiss.

"Akh .." groaned Fatma as she bit her lower lip.

Fatma's moaning voice, sounding so melodious in Arya's ears, added her more eagerness to do something more. With a glance he drew a barrier between the two.

His Netra Fatma was wide-eyed to see the sparrows that were already alive and asked for food.

An injection that is ready to release its contents into the body of patients who need the drug.

Slowly but surely, Arya laid Fatma's body on the pillow, under the hut. Locking Fatma's body under Aryan rule.

Do not forget the previous reading basmalah and prayer intention to relate.

Then Arya immediately performed the ritual that they wanted. With great sadness, Arya felt more than ever. The surrounding is smoother and more comfortable making it more exciting to adventure.

Arya put their lips together again, smelling each other sweet. Mutually****** and ******p each other. No doubt hands go for a walk and to get something they want.

Under the thick blanket the struggle is getting heated, evident from both of them sweat that splashed and highlighted a little light so that it looks shiny like a jewel.

The atmosphere of the night is getting late increasingly brings the two washed away in a passionate and heated romance, but very exciting.

Several times Arya shot a bullet into the forestry that bergua and the forest seemed to be cleaned up so that no trees that decorate there looked so clean.

"Em .." Scrumptious moans escaped from Fatma's lips several times, though she tried to lock them by biting the lips and ends of the blanket but still escaped as well.

"It's okay baby, just get it out. I like it and your voice makes me even more excited" Arya said in a trembling voice, on the sidelines of the rhythm she created.

Fatma nodded slowly and silenced Arya's mouth with her lips but only for a moment.

Then Arya's hands caressed her hair, cheeks. Nape very gently, put on eyes that depict thirst, thirst for touch. Thirsty affection and want to give each other more satisfaction than ever before.

The bodies of the two had already begun to tire after several times reaching their peak which brought souls soaring far into the flying clouds, carried away a sense that could not be expressed with words. It can only be felt how beautiful after their intimacy.

Fatma was exhausted. Serving the husband who seemed to have no fatigue, but Fatma's lips smile fluffy. There was a sense of who knew what it was, which clearly at the moment he was feeling very happy.

Cup! several times a warm kiss landed on the cheek and forehead as a sign of gratitude. "Thank you darling?"

"Hem .." murmured Fatma while caressing Aryan's hair.

Arya laid her body beside Fatma who also moved to sleep in Arya's chest.

"Rania nanyain continues to be affectionate, to the point of being moody. That way. I'm so confused to face her." Fatma.

"A's seen it. She looked really good, and I had kept what she ordered next to her" Arya said as she stroked Fatma's long wavy hair.

"When are you going there?" stick a chin over Arya's chest.

"So right back home, before coming here."

"Ah .. so before meeting his wife meet his child first! everywhere meet his wife first, his new son." Fatma pursed her lips very spoiled.

"Ha ha ha .. what's wrong? dear .... both have slept as well. Rania has been sound, baby is also here also fitting I come no one welcome. Saddened! kangen said? but when I came home I was in cuekin, right?" Arya.

"Whoever doesn't say it, try saying you want to go home! I'll pick you up or at least the driver will." Fatma said she was not to blame.

"Can intentionally. Want to make a surprise first but even already in sleep." Cup! kiss his forehead very affectionately.

"Hem ... to the apartment first?" ask Fatma.

"No dear .. just come here." Arya shakes.

"Ooh." Fatma rounded her lips which Arya straightened with her lips. With a small kiss.

"Curl, naughty. Have you eaten yet? I'll get it ready." Look at Fatma again. He slightly changed his sleeping position and clamped the blanket under his armpit.

"Had eaten earlier. At home stay at the same meal wife only, he he he he ...."

"What the hell? I had eaten up just now" said Fatma while blushing in embarrassment.

"Yes, but I want to." Aryan's whisper is right in Fatma's ear.

"What? just finished-" said Fatma hanging.

"If you still miss what? don't see if my junior wakes up again." Arya pointed to something alive.

Netra Fatma moved looking at the one Arya pointed at with her bead. Surely behind the blanket there is a towering and moving.

Fatma's lips smiled then re-circulated the gaze towards Arya's face. "Why the hell .. it's night too."

"Why indeed, dear? reasonable dong. Later ah pause again," replied Arya while kissing the lips of the wife who had become opium.

"Em .. bobo? sleepy!" invite Fatma while rubbing the chest of the Aryan field but mischievously playing the point that is there.

"Yes bobo, but later after putting my sister this first to sleep," Arya continued with a naughty smile. Holding Fatma's hand playing on her chest gave a point of stimulation in her body.

Fatma's lips smiled spoiled and kissed the chest area of Arya who now brushed literate feel the touch of the wife who began to misbehave.

Then Arya changed position to be on the body of Fatma stretched out. Lock his body back up and aim at something ready to shoot.

An hour later, Arya completed the passionate ritual. Arya hugged Fatma's body very tightly and kissed the wife's forehead that looked limp and tired.

Seconds later drowsiness attacked the two, after several yawning both pairs of their eyes closed as well. Entering the dream realm.

The night is getting late, cold. Plus the AC is on. Makes both hugs tighter.

Early in the morning, the sound of birds singing sounded very crowded. Arya wriggled favorably and and squinted one eye looking right left. He was surprised when he saw the clock was already showing at 05:30.

"Astagfirullah .. I've been bad luck," he muttered Arya. Without gathering his consciousness, he immediately woke up shaking the blanket and came down with the intention to clean.

Feel the Aryan movement. Fatma woke up and rubbed her eyes slowly, looking at the wall clock that showed it was morning. Then Fatma's lips smiled cutely when she saw Arya coming down.

And walked in a hurry without wearing a piece of cloth to the bathroom. Fatma Bagun clamped down on her blanket, slowly going down to pick up her clothes. After wearing it he picked up Aryan clothes lying on the floor.

Then rush into the bathroom to clean up with Arya. In order to save time, briefly, about 15 minutes later they both have cleaned themselves further with their morning activities.

"Slow is better than nothing. Maybe 'cause we're boby almost in the morning, making us bad luck." Arya glanced at the wife who folded her face.

"Hem, Aa anyway. Keep asking! it's bad luck." Reply Fatma then opened all the curtains in the room.

Open the window so that cool morning air enters the room. Arya approached and hugged from behind and gave a kiss beside Fatma's neck.

"Why?" fatma asked, glancing with the bead end of her eyes.

"Kangen." Arya muttered while tightening her embrace.

Fatma's hand held both of Arya's hands coiled around her flat stomach.

"Kangen mulu ah." Fatma said as she shook her head slowly.

"Yes. Enjoy dating after halal? nothing is forbidden. To do it too, not afraid of sin." Cup! kiss Fatma's cheeks very affectionately. "Can't you? if we ....''

There was the sound of rushing steps approaching the door of Fatma's room.

Gts ....

Gts ....

Gts ....

"Mr ... The mama? papa is there? papa has gone home. It's gotta be inside, right?" call Rania from behind the door.

Arya and Fatma throw each other a glance and arya takes off her embrace instantly ....

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