MY WIFE MAFIA

CHAPTER 31

- hai fierce beautiful girl and judes, when is there a date time ma me-

the sound of the message.

"Ah, no matter! why am I also ladenin guy butuk model him" murmured in my heart.

Cloth.clothes, my hole rang and vibrated again.

"Ish, who else is this!" I opened the phone, and I read the message.

- I'm sure, after reading this message, you continue to be cheered, you do not reply

I smiled amusedly.

"or else, it must be a shaman's son" I murmured to myself.

My hair rang and shook again, ah most people stress it again, and my guess was right.

- Hoiii, if not in reply, I ate a can of biscuits

I shut my mouth, held back my laughter.

"just try if you dare, want to debus or want to laugh anyway, guys are not clear much behavior" my inner.

Message coming in again,

really, mom! Bella naughty, grab a can of biscuits, want me to swallow it round and round

my hand was walking on the keyboard, forming a word.

noisy-whispering

I returned the message.

And long enough I waited for his reply, uh, why am I waiting for his reply. Sikecoa reply to my message.

- Oh beautiful girl, sorry if you are noisy, not the heart wants to disturb, just max do good. braid the inner rope more twisted, if the baby has opened, do not throw away do not look.

let it flow in the direction of the trench, let sembil semribit. become seeds into seedlings, my good chance climbs up in the sky, may we be a unique pair of fun

Owalah, old pantesan. apparently from earlier he was stringing words. Uuhhh, his words melt. Intellectual Ida Khasanah pantes-***** with his appeal. That's Ida, not me.

Quite entertaining as well nih Prasetyo, if I reply to the message again, surely nglunjak tuh son. mending I just yesterday, anyway not important too.

- late night, the moon looks embarrassed to show his face.when the heart is adrift, do not campakan GRACENYA.-

A tacky pantun post I read from his message.

-wwweeeeek, village!-

I had to reply to the message, enough for entertainment.

- should I climb the mountain through the valley, should I swim across the ocean.if riding a motorbike can, why bother

I just read the message, my eyes are tired, I put my body on the bed.

The door is in the room from the outside.

"Vis wake up, don't you work?" my voice broke my dream.

"Hmm, yes Mak" I yawned, and stretched myself for a bit. Ringing the bed, I saw the clock on the phone showing 06:00 less.

"Hmm, there's an incoming message too! must be from that kunyuk." I opened it and then read it.

- Vis, leaving at half-time seven huh?stop by the counter kak Pras, I want to pay the credit debt

Oh it turns out from the female kunyuk, Ida Khasanah. I just took a long breath. "Pras again, Pras again, sick of my name" my hiss was upset.

"Where are you going, boy? not pretty, it looks like an ondel-ondel."

Menor really Dandanan Ida, you want to meet Pras only, to all her. Thick eyebrows like a black caterpillar leaves kale, thick red lips like Dracula drained of goat blood, blouse on the cheeks, like a clown Ancol.

Not to mention the eyeshadow that adorns around his eyes like Mike Tyson's tons, plus the scratches of black eyeliner, like Bagong's cleaver.

With a bright face, and a big smile. Ida rode a motorbike behind me. I grunt my nose, the smell of perfume that hits my respiratory tract, making me a little dizzy. It's a perfume what used salted fish cooking oil is anyway!

"Yuk Vis street." said Ida girang. I was annoyed to hear his invitation.

As if to rushe all over me, already nebeng, play orders anyway.is indeed I'm a motorcycle what.

From far away it was seen the counter owned by Prasetyo,

"the counter is still closed Da?"

"yes, but kak Pras is in the dalem!" exclaim Ida spirit. Heleh just met the guy just sit down, his excitement is not playing. I stopped my bike right in front of the counter, by the side of the road. I saw the atmosphere of Pras village was quite quiet only a few mothers of Pras neighbors who were sweeping the yard.

Ida got off my piggy bank, with her quick steps towards the back door of the counter. A minute I waited, there was no sign of Ida showing her nose.I became annoyed myself

"Just pay off the old debt!" I murmured in annoyance. Behind the counter Pras there is his parents' house, still closed as well, the distance is about one meter.

I got off my bike, took the initiative and Ida all want to find accessories for hape. I stopped my step when I went inside, uh, what was that noise? I faintly heard a moaning from inside the counter. I'm curious dong. From the doorway made of wooden planks, I peeped into the counter. Busyeet!! I clearly saw Ida and Prasetyo making out shahdu, clashing with each other in a standing position. Because the electricity inside the counter was brightly lit, so I could see everything they were doing. My sweat was out, my body temperature was cold "ish, what the hell, no, it's not like I'm used to seeing the ginian" I hissed in my heart.

I intended to get out of there, but I broke it. Following the curiosity, I peeked back at them.

Ida and Prasetyo attack each other, and the block there, the block here, depending on where they get the bait.

With her eyes closed, Ida enjoyed the mischievous caplokan that Prasetyo gave her, From the neck twisting to the nape of the neck, back winding the mountain. Exactly the new folklore of klinting. Ida hisses sssstt. Prasetyo's right hand unbuttoned Ida's white checkered shirt, without stopping the naughty protrusion that creeps around the neck.

Three buttons escaped, see the white Mount Fujiyama, Ida's muonthok snow bag, with Pras wading and biting the mountain's gnarly, Ida mendsh slowly.

I'm goosebumps, I feel my esophagus dry. I swallowed my own Sulivi several times.

"I'm overwhelmed by what I see!" I try to shake my feelings.

From right to left, Prasetyo's lips climb Mount Fuji belonging to Ida, while his right hand squeezes and twists his Arabic nuts, the more bringasan Ida made moaning sound, groaning, ida's roars were clearly visible even though they were closed by hand. To disguise the sound of Ida's loud roar, let it not be heard outside, and not noisily outside.

Prasetyo's hand reached for the computer mouse, and aimed at the music file. The sound of dangdut music with a rather loud sound. turned out to be potent to cover the sound of Ida's roar that shook the heat. In order not to be sultry, because the atmosphere inside was quite hot, Pras turned on the fan next to the computer desk.

I smile to myself, smart too this perverted guy. Prasetyo continued his delayed action. Back brushing Ida's lips and her hands squeezing fuji mountain, index finger playing Ida's Arab nuts, dshan Ida more clearly and more freely, because it has mingled with the sound of Dangdut music.

With the same position, now Prasetyo's right hand is trying to open the black belt in the message through the olshop for seven thousand rupiah belonging to Ida, I see a bit of difficulty Prasetyo open the belt, I see a little trouble Prasetyo open the belt, so Ida helped open her own belt. Bacot fight each other, they are lulled by the heat of the fire of romance they create.

To accelerate Prasetyo's performance in reaching the peak of his career. Pras' nosy hand grabbed something that was still attached to Ida's bottom.

(HAD HARD TO FIND WORDS LET PASS THE SENSOR, AND NOT REVISION CONTINUES)

The buttons of the black pencil jeans are now open, slowly Prasetyo's right hand snuck inside looking for hidden valuable furniture. Ida suffocated, and hissed violently like a cobra, ssssttt. Who is ready to attack when disturbed by the enemy. Prasetyo's hand played agilely behind a small cloth that formed a pink triangle of flowers. The more tightly Ida embraces Prasetyo, the roar and buzz bacot Ida makes me more creepy.

Cold sweat running down my side, Ida's left hand stroking something bulging behind Prasetyo's red cellana chloro. And trying to creep in looking for tools that look like pestle. Prasetyo mendsh smooth, when the groove is held and gently caressed by Ida.

Ida crouched in front of Prasetyo, lowering the fabric sewn form of Prasetyo kollor limited to Luttut. Damnit damnit!! I could not see what Ida did to Prasetyo's pestle, because Prasetyo's position was on my back. After being satisfied to play with Prasetyo's pestle, Ida again stood brushing Prasetyo's bacot.

Then Pras turned Ida's body against the window table, lowering her Jeans pants and Ida's triangular fabric at the same time. I felt my body getting hotter, my legs trembling a little. My heart is beating faster, my breath is also hunting fast.

"Oh what the hell! am I aroused by them?oh no, no way, crazier than this I've ever seen! why am I being this way?" my feelings are uncertain. I think this is the most stupid thing I've ever done. Peeping at people is going to be a paddle, but why am I enjoying it too? ah, I better just keep going. Awkwardly.

Ida looked up and roared loudly, as Prasetyo snapped his alley right into Ida's hitchhike from behind.

"Come!! Oops" I hurriedly closed my mouth, because I accidentally got choked when Prasetyo jerked his alley towards Ida's hitchhiker.

"Dwl! what the hell am I doing? stupid, stupid!" I whispered to myself, beating my mouth softly.

"I got caught, didn't I?" ask me in my heart, if caught can berabe. The problem was that my voice was pretty loud. It's not a matter of fear that matters, but of shame that I will endure for a lifetime. Especially the same with the two of them, want to be put where my beautiful face is if caught peeping.