My Husband is a Ningrat

Season 2's. [Summer party ]

The kitchen is like a broken ship. Many dishes are still scattered on the table. All the cooking utensils came out of the cupboard, and now they are filled with food cooked by the Queen Mother.

"Truly a party" said Mother. The apron he was wearing was not clean. Lots of cooking stains stuck in aprons and clothes.

"Mother, shower. Let Jani settle this." I said as I gathered the cooking utensils into the dirty kitchen.

"Be careful, don't slip!"

"Yes Mother."

Mother went into the room. I was the one who was about to wash the dishes, did not do it because I found Kaysan sitting with his face bent.

"Pull it, Mas. What's up?" I approached Kaysan. He patted her on the thigh, asking me to sit on her lap.

"Why? The story?" sincerely door.

"It has to be extended, the entry still has to be half. That's not fair."

I took a long breath. I think it's a matter of our return to Java, but it turns out that this is just a matter of the end of his manhood that is not free to move back and forth.

"Let Rinjani wash the dishes first and clean the house." I've stood up, back to the dirty tools.

"Say I have to share a complaint, now you do not give the solution even ignore me." said Kaysan.

"Dear Mas Kaysan. Better to help me, Rinjani keep taking a shower. Rinjani help again like that time. Wanna?" I picked up the foam and started cleaning the utensils.

Kaysan stood behind me. The location of a dirty kitchen that is rarely used and fairly hidden makes this room a little quiet.

"No need to wait, now you can." Kaysan put his hand in my shirt. She was holding my tits tight.

"It's a little different, a little big and chewy." whispered Kaysan in my ear.

"Truly have no shame on you, ma'am."

His hand began to move into my panties. While his lower body he stick it on my ass. He rubbed his manly bulge on the blemish of my ass.

"It can be, too, Brother." His whisper is soft in my ear lobe.

I washed my hands in the shower. Infuriated by Kaysan's behavior that doesn't know the place.

I turned. "What a hell of a bitch?"

Kaysan nodded, a mist of passion visible from the look in his eyes.

"Let's not be one family's moons if anyone knows we're making love in a dirty kitchen."

Kaysan took off his pants, while I closed the door.

A faint smile was seen adorning Kaysan's face. He could not wait to make the union.

"May go in all, but slowly." I said.

"Ssttt..." Kaysan turned my body.

"Strong grip." whispered. I don't want to hold on to the edge of the dishwasher.

Kaysan took off my pants. He rubbed my ass for a moment and then put his hand into the slit of my enjoyment.

"Hmm... yummy, Sister?"

I bit my lower lip, unable to sigh long.

Kaysan who understood me just silently finally kissed my neck, "It's not good, it's resistant." Hmh! Also true. Kaysan likes to frown if I tell him to be quiet as he moans long.

"Udah mas, let's hurry. There's still a lot to finish" I said. Moreover, I was afraid to get laid in the afternoon.

Kaysan did not waste time, he then inserted his intimate organs into my intimate organs.

The feeling of wanting to sigh began I could not stand it. Doing that in a precarious state and quickly was more enjoyable than I had imagined.

"Such a son, Dik" said Kaysan.

"Enak, Mommy. So yummy. Hurry up a little."

Kaysan chuckled, "He said slowly, now told to hurry. You are this." Kaysan squeezed the breasts quickly.

He again spurred his body until the seeds of love came out.

I smile. Kaysan is no longer.

"How, did I hurt you both?" ask Kaysan. He took a towel from the clothesline. And pinned it on his waist.

"If I say I'm sick, what do you want? Apologizing?" My God to Kaysan.

"Ha-ha-ha. Put your pants on, and finish washing the dishes."

I was crying, "Great son of you!"

*

In the evening, all Kaysan students who follow the charade Ravana love story come. Most teenage girls wear shorts and crop tees. While teenage boys use more casual clothes.

The back garden was transformed into a party arena. All dishes cooked Mother and Mother Sasmita presented with raoi. So are barbeque tools prepared for fun. Sadewa continues to take over as an amateur chef. Nakula became a bartender. The presence of the twins makes the beautiful girls whisper, they admire the slicker of mature brown skin of the twins.

"Mrs. Kay. Are they jomlo?" ask one of the girls wearing a red tangtop.

"Jomlo, Anna."

Nakula who heard Kaysan's kangmas confession sharpened his eyes.

I whispered in Kaysan's ear.

"Anna, eat a lot. This is all that my mother cooks from Java." Kaysan approached his protege. There are no restrictions in this party, all blend like friends and family.

"Mrs. Kay, is your wife pregnant?" anna asked, she had shoulder-length blonde hair. And, the ideal body.

"Yes, his name is Rinjani. She's pretty, right?"

"She's beautiful, but like a sister to Mr. Kay." Anna smiled at me. I replied with a smile, with a mouth full of food.

Kaysan mingled with the other students.

"Did Kaysan often throw parties like this?" My mother sat beside me.

"No Mother. It's a party because they've completed the theatrical task of wayang people. Why Mother?" my many.

My mother gave me a glass of warm chocolate milk.

"Well, didn't Kaysan hurt you while he was working at school?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Mas Kaysan is guarded by an eye and Mbah Atmoe alternately Mother. So Jani believes that Kaysan mas doesn't mess around." I explained.

"Well, are you sure you don't want to go back to Java? Mother will buy you a house to live in, a secret. Mother won't tell Father." My mother seduced me when anything could make me melancholic. Moreover, Mother asked him with a clear face.

"Mother already knows, Jani can only obey with Kaysan mas. Rinjani knows that Rinjani and Kaysan go home and things have changed. My father must still hate me and Kaysan."

"Don't you give me a chance to talk to you. So that everything can be straightened out?" My mother looked at me deeply.

"Kaysan remains our top priority, cah ayu."

I smiled wryly. Facing Father is not that easy, especially the last problem before this incident has triggered a lot of disputes.

"Mother, do you hate me?"

"Ayahanda does not hate you, Ayahanda only hates herself for not being able to do much to convince the insiders. Already, free Mother seduces you. You and Kaysan are the same, they can't be manipulated easily." Mother is angry herself. I giggle.

"Patience is yes." I kissed Mom's cheek and stood up.

"Say Kaysan there's a dance. Come on Mother's dancing." My son measured his hands.

The piano instrumental Yimura again accompanied the aligned footsteps. I didn't dance with Kaysan, but with a conscious ringleader who smiled widely.

"Sir, he has a big rival" Nakula said.

I looked back, Kaysan was dancing with Mother. While the other students are cool to dance with fast motion and carelessly. They look like they're having fun like the summer parties they used to do.

"You didn't pick any of them?" I asked, because many girls were stealing attention to Nakula when she served drinks to Kaysan students.

"I've been dating Rahma's sister." I chuckled, "I think you'll be single until your heart is completely healed."

"Bak knows, at first it is difficult to say love to Rahma's brother. Because I thought Rahma's sister would think I was just messing around, but it turns out Rahma's sister is replying to her." Nakula tightened her hand.

"I'm your sister's wife, not Rahma's sister."

Nakula chuckles.

"Yes Kaysan's wife, Ningrat level bucin!"

Nakula and I laughed.

*

The party ended leaving a pile of dirty dishes and glasses. I sighed, there was still a task I completed before I could sleep well.

"I'm helping you, Brother." Kaysan piled up the dirty dishes.

"Thank you mas. But it's my responsibility." I smile at the smile. His foot steps towards the dirty kitchen.

"We're having a party together, which means it's also my responsibility to help you."

I nodded, "In that case, invite the twins as well to do the dishes together. It's nice that they've been relaxing even though they realize that they've spent a lot of food."

"We're both alone." said Kaysan, he rolled his eyes mischievously.

"Don't ask for a night's ration, Jani's tired!"

Kaysan nodded.

"Alright, I also do not want to be loved for forgiveness." Kaysan kissed my cheek.

"Thank you for today, Mama."

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