Loving My Raised Mother

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Renata suddenly moved away when he realized in front of his house, how if the mother saw he was touching could-be his mother was angry.

Doni stared disappointedly at Renata for feeling unfinished. Not satisfied exploring the chewy Renata.

"I have to go home!" hurrying to push the door down and close the door back then ran into the terrace and was immediately greeted by the mother with a very sharp gaze.

"What time is it?" the mother who stood blocking the door.

Renata glanced at his watch. "At 23. Less Bun." Renata bowed in pleading guilty to coming home too late.

"Why just got home? I knew it was late." Still with an interrogated look.

"Sorry, Bun!" Renata with a witty.

"Who's home with you?" the whole thing was bad there was a Doni car that was still in front.

"Same Beautiful and Doni Bun." Slowly raise his head.

"Don't go home again tonight, you know? Mother is angry with you! logged in." The mother told her to enter as her chin moved inward.

Renata smiled and rushed in while saying. "Thank You Mother."

Doni turned the wheel. After Renata is seen coming in, he pulls back his car and creeps out of the place. Since being away from Renata's house, the car crept back to the outskirts and stopped there.

Both of Doni's netra eyes moved looking into the rearview mirror. Beautiful look that looks comfortable sleeping in the back seat. The smile on Doni's lips was a meaningful smile.

Then the netra is so sharp to see the atmosphere around the car that looks quiet. Doni moved to sit back through the front seat without having to go out first.

With a mischievous smile, Doni slowly sat down near Indah who began to feel the movement of the body of doni.

Beautiful opened her eyes slightly squeaking, with a dimly beautiful look clearly Doni was beside her. "You want to come here, you want nyu ha?" henceforth.

Yet Indah immediately surged up upholding her seat. When he regained consciousness and remembered Renata, his bead eyes dyed looking at the front seat. "Which network?" then his eyes shifted to Doni.

"Home home!" reply Doni with hands that began to crawl everywhere about the beautiful body parts are quite crazy and quite plump chest.

"Ooh." Beautiful rounded her lips and let just like that Doni's hand felt wherever she liked. The beautiful one wearing a short dress above her knees certainly exposed part of her thigh.

Doni's hand just kept exploring every curve. Now his hands were on the thighs of the beautiful smooth, his hungry-looking gaze looked at the blooming fruits. Intentionally defiant, feeling unable to bear with his passion, Doni immediately dropped the top dress Indah.

It's beautiful just to let Doni do it. As if already accustomed to the ritual, the roar of breath that hunted and went up and down was clearly visible from Beautiful's chest.

Without wasting time, Doni hung on the fresh fruit owned by Indah, like a toddler who was drinking breast milk from the mother. Right and left alternate and continue to steam very strongly. Lovely hands squeezed her hair and buried Doni's face in front of her.

Doni stopped his action and looked at the beautiful face that started to burn by the burning fire and made his body overheat. Doni scooped up Beautiful lips that gap indirectly asking to be touched.

M******wet Beautiful lips.****** its very soft**t. So that Indah's body turns oblique and Doni's body continues to follow the movements of her limbs Beautiful.

The hands also no doubt continue to walk. M*****s rudely make the master keep throwing favors. Fibers drift away with games they create themselves.

Doni is indeed lately often fondle Beautiful when there is the right opportunity. But have not dared more than that, so far only limited to the top does not dare to break through. Even though Doni knows Beautiful is no longer sealed. Because it had been taken by her lover and now they had broken up, not related since taking the sanctity of the unconditional Beautiful.

The two are increasingly swept away by the atmosphere that will bring them a moment of pleasure. So in the end they do something forbidden, intimate relationship in the car.

The night wind that pierced the skin sighed shahdu at two people who were not disturbed in the slightest activity. Even more eager to race against time, releasing all their helpless desires not to do so.

Desire that shouldn't have happened, they did it was indeed under the influence of medicine but that doesn't mean they were a hundred percent unconscious! they are conscious and enjoy what they both do. No matter halal and haram, no matter what wrong or right they need right now is momentary satisfaction.

Indah is no less aggressive than Doni who continues to insist and seems to never get tired even though the sweat of the two blend into one. The night was getting late, the sky was studded with stars greeting each other and perhaps asking, what are they doing? the moon was shining so perfectly, not one bit dim and as if his gaze had never been separated to bear witness to their story at this time.

After some time and may have passed almost an hour later the two were satisfied, Doni immediately completed it. With a breath of breath painted a thin smile from both lips. They do not think the path they will face tomorrow, the one word that is in his mind right now is the word. Pleased!

With a satisfied smile from her beautiful lips, her bead moved down on an object that seemed to be alive. Increasingly make his smile widen and feel funny, without excuse his hand pointing and geph! Holding the eel that directly thrashed it with anxiety Beautiful did something that was not expected at all Doni before even gasp made.

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The Hospital. Arya still faithfully accompanied Fatma and this time he took her to the park to find a new atmosphere and breathe fresh air and it will provide a good intake for patients.

Arya pushes the handle of Fatma's wheelchair, walking down the aisle of the Hospital towards the park. Arya steps stop at a pretty beautiful garden, green grass and ornamental plants that cool the eyes.

Fatma breathed a very long breath. "It's still a good thing? I don't shake my brain" he said, touching his head in a bandage.

Aryan's lips showed a smile. "It's okay to forget the bad past, just don't forget me."

Hearing the words of Arya Fatma turned to the handsome man who was sitting on the long chair. "What's? can you do it again?"

"Huh? I-I mean, nothing is possible that way ... can erase the memory of all the bad stories, and fill the memory again by opening a new sheet full of happy," errat Arya while scratching her nape that does not feel itchy.

"What's the fuck talking guy? not obviously bad." Inner Aryan.

"Yes, too, but thank God no matter what happens .. I must be grateful, God still gives me a chance to live a normal life." Fatma tried to encourage herself while looking away ....

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Honestly, I'm really sad😭. many read and wait up his work, but why like just a few. What else gives gifts, nothing, what my writing is so ugly!