Marrying Surrogate Mother Tanteku

Punishment

Darren threw his clutch on the bed. He took off his shoes and left them on the floor where he was standing. Signs - a real sign of the mood of prospective baby twins daddy is not good - fine.

"His guest's kooks are so good, Ask?" Dusk trying to find - find another topic.

"Old ..." replied Darren, ketus.

"Owh ... Usually, if you take a long time, this is a manyun," murmured Dusk.

Darren washes his feet and hands, replacing the shirt with a plain white t-shirt. Then put his body on the bed.

"Change the clothes that made yoga!" darren said, unequivocally irrefutable.

"It smells dry, not good! So Dusk put the bed dirty."

"It's impossible to have just one, right?" Darren looks upset.

Dusk was forced to take his other yoga clothes. Still with black - black color and the same model.

"So this needs to be flanked?" tanya Dusk, thrust the shirt at Darren.

Darren looked at his wife with an annoyed mix. His wife's feelings aren't that innocent.

"Wear it!" the answer.

Without burden, Dusk took off the dres she wore. There is no shame or shame. Then wear clothes that model exactly the same as he was wearing during gymnastics earlier.

"Already! Keep going now what?" ask Dusk, resigned.

Know what his fault is? look in the glass! Pantes don't meet other men wearing clothes like that? Worth it?" Darren pointed at the mirror firmly.

Dusk shook. Predictably, Darren must have seen Dusk opening the door for Kenzi.

"Senja doesn't know, Ask! Dusk thought it was Angelica. But after that twilight went straight in and changed clothes."

"How should you do it?" Darren took off the knob hook and lowered the zipper.

"It's still noon, Ask! Zain hasn't been home from school. Dasen hasn't had lunch yet ." Dusk try to find - find excuses.

"Don't pretend you don't know how to use five minutes, Ma Nja." Slowly Darren took off all the clothes that stuck to his body.

Dusk snorted annoyed. It turns out that pregnancy does not make her husband pity. The punishment for each mistake is always the same. Inevitably, Dusk must execute the punishment willingly.

After making sure the door was locked, Dusk closed the curtains of his room, during the day was still hot, the sun was creeping in through the reflection of the window glass.

Darren looked impatient, his eyes closed, waiting for the afternoon fingers to explore every inch of his body. A little mistake that actually does not need to be exaggerated, sometimes even profitable for him.

The house approached the bed slowly. His hands were curled with high hair - tall. Choosing to immediately join her body down right on the side of the husband and then tilt her body. Her fingers made a smooth, gently tickling movement starting from the forehead around the eyes then down the lips, then down to the neck to continue to the chest, circling the tiny black shoots on the hard chest of her husband. Sometimes fingers deliberately graze one of Darren Mahendra's sensitive points.

Darren started not being able to maintain his flat face. He bit his lower lip, holding back the beautiful sound of pleasure as much as he could. Do not let the sound escape too early, Dusk can be more excited and crazy. The fight will be a dream. Losing before a war is very likely. His hands and mouth are a curse to him.

Just a moment Dusk playing with Something belonging to Darren, his mouth felt full and tight. Darren deftly pulled the wife's shoulder. Not wanting to spill something out of place.

One initial blow from Darren successfully made the sound of des**and Dusk was heard. Darren began to launch his action, stomping back and forth, sometimes briefly bending his hips, his eyes could not be separated staring at the face of Dusk who could no longer control his expression of pleasure. Making Darren more excited, twilight clasps and moans so messing with Darren's desire to hold the game longer.

Darren's hand plays the lifeblood of baby twins, Dusk is getting mend35ah and moaning. The pull done by Dusk's property was getting stronger, as if sucking the ownership of the husband deeper. Darren started to mess up. What kind of punishment is this, which is punished and which punishes, enjoys and desires again and again.

The beat was getting stronger, the eyes of Darren could not be separated to look at his wife who was writhing full of pleasure. Soon the face will show its best expression. Darren is counting down in his heart.

"Ask ... Pelanin little Ask ... Dusk will come," lirih Dusk.

Darren smiled, slowed down the tempo then turned his hips to the right, feeling the warm liquid wetting his possession. Along with the grip on his shoulders getting stronger.

Darren's turn now. It didn't take long from the peak of his wife's pleasure, Darren got it later.

Dusk set his breath that stinged - nasal, Darren too. Sweat drenched all over the body of both. Too tired, both equally closed, sleeping in a hot broad daylight.

Zain's voice outside the door woke the two, Dusk immediately shuffled to take a change of clothes carelessly and then to the bathroom to clean himself. While Darren was only wearing pants, he opened the door to his room.

"Have Zain come home, so excited?" Darren shuffled his first child's hair.

Zain went straight in and sat on the edge of the bed, a little surprised, because it was still daytime but all the curtains were closed tightly.

Darren gulped down a glass full of water, his eyes fixed on Zain's face that looked radiant.

"Dadd, next week the school is holding camp, every child must be accompanied by his father. Because this event is to commemorate father's day. The event is held from Friday to Sunday. It's the invitation." Zain thrust a sheet of A4 paper at his daddy.

Darren massaged his temple, the date on the invitation, not next week as Zain spoke. But it was exactly the date on which Dusk was scheduled to undergo a cesarean section. Seeing Zain's face full of hope, made Darren not dare to decide anything.

Dusk opens and exits the bathroom door. Seeing her husband and son being silent to each other with two different expressions. Darren who seems very thoughtful and Zain who looks very happy.

Tanoa said Darren offered an invitation letter from Zain's school. Now Dusk understands why the expressions of the two are different. The choice was very heavy, but Dusk did not want to disappoint Zain. Just this time Zain got a moment camp like this. Last year, the school did not.

"Zain can go with daddy" said Dusk, finally.

Zain cheered in excitement. Hugged his daddy and thanked him many times. Even giving a kiss bertubi - tubi on the cheek. Darren did not reject Zain's treatment, but his eyes looked at Dusk questioningly.

"Thank you Dadd ... Thank you Ma ...." Zain took the paper in his mother's hand while running small out of the room.

Dusk understood the meaning of the husband's eyes.

"We go to Nuke's doctor again later, if you back off one day is it still possible? Don't worry, baby twins aren't yet born. Delaying the birth longer, even more makes the time of birth natural. It's also impossible for us to let Zain down, isn't it?" ask Dusk.

"Of course it's impossible. Hope you can, Ask!" please Darren while rubbing and peeping his wife's stomach.

Wardah stood in front of the door that Zain did not close. Still not too long around Darren and Dusk, making it rattled just because he saw Darren kissing the stomach of Dusk. Wardah has never seen or heard anything more than Wati has told her all this time.

Dusk turned his head towards the door and realized the awkwardness of Wardah who stood nailing in the middle of the door. "What's War?"

"E ... That's Mom, there's a guest. Her name is Miss Angelica" answered Wardah.

Darren and Dusk exchanged glances, tomorrow the verdict of the trial and Angelica are in their current home. What purpose?