PRETTY GHOSTS
Unpleasant at Heart
"You want to see mine, don't you, Mom?" got a pretty tempting offer, instead of immediately assuring, but the young man who was currently having his chest massaged felt, as if his breathing would stop at that moment. His heart was beating violently and his eyes barely flickered with a surprised look on his face, looking at the masseur who was smiling at him. "Do you see?"
"No need, Ma'am," Ozil replied nervously and in fact strongly disavowed the heart. Even then his heart cursed his stupidity for deliberately refusing such a good opportunity. But Ozil's refusal made the masseuse smile and he stopped the massage and stood up. "What do you want, Ma'am?" Ozil was increasingly astonished by the roaring heartbeat.
The masseuse replied, he lifted his tight shirt up to his waist and removed the white bermuda triangle he was wearing. It was successful in making Ozil's eyes widen. Shortly after, Ozil's eyes turned away with a feeling that was hard to decipher.
"Gapain turned away like that, Mom? This free mumpung loh, please look," said the woman sounded very tempting. The masseuse's hand grabbed Ozil's left cheek and led him to his right. Ozil's eyes were slightly rounded and he was amazed. A mound of split flesh adorned with thin feathers, was evident before the young man's eyes. "Not good, Mum?"
"That's great, Ma'am," Ozil's voice trembled slightly.
"You got ahold?" Ozil again gasped. Not yet Ozil replied, the woman's hand grabbed Ozil's right hand, leading him to land right above his gap. "Touch, don't be shy, get a massage so you're satisfied."
Ozil smiled awkwardly, but he slowly started to move his finger, massaging the object he could only imagine all along. "Pump it up, Ma'am. Warm" said Ozil and the woman just smiled. However, some time when Ozil was still busy playing the masseur's belongings, a voice arrived to make Ozil's hand stop moving.
"What is Ozil doing?" Ozil gasp. The ghosts come at an unwanted moment.
"Wahh! Bang Ozil is realizing this dream," ledek Orchid and all the ghosts on laughing. Of course, only Ozil heard laughter and laughter rather than ghosts.
"Why, Mas? How's stopping?" asked the masseuse when he saw Ozil suddenly fell silent. "Udah, holding?"
"But then, Ma'am," Ozil answered forcefully. Though his heart was still eager to enjoy the rare opportunity. But because the plunge of the ghosts makes Ozil embarrassed and also upset.
"Cock of the wind, Bang? Continue it! He didn't see us" said the Rose. Ozil could only quietly snort. Luckily the masseuse was wearing his triangular grey, so he didn't know Ozil's current attitude.
"Yes, Mom, when it's over, I'm home, okay?" said the woman while cleaning her luggage.
"Oh yes, Ma'am, thank you" Ozil said, rising from his bed and grabbing a pair of pants and wearing them. "Say your boss yes, Ma'am, thank you for sending it."
"Where are you guys from? Disturb people's pleasure, '" Ozil murmured as soon as he entered the room.
"Hahaha .. yes sorry, do we not know that Bang Ozil wants to taste good," replied Cempaka, between anxious and unpleasant because it interferes with Ozil's pleasure. The other ghosts were the same, feeling unwell.
"It wants to taste good, but when else can I hold the bottom of a woman's stomach try? Have you guys I can't do anything," Ozil picked up as he stepped, his hand grabbed a towel hanging from the wall, then went out to the bathroom.
"Well, is Bang Ozil angry?" chirping Lili.
"It's only natural that he's angry. Bang Ozil is really an apprentice who holds our bodies, but can not. Uh, it's our turn to have a chance, we're disturbing. We should not have spoken and just go away" said Cempaka.
"Yes, we don't know. I just saw Bang Ozil like that, so, I immediately made a sound when we went into the room," said Orchid.
"How should we go, dong?" luh Melati's.
"Yes we are sorry" said Cempaka again.
"Rather than we're sorry, how about we give you a surprise?" cetus Roses.
"Surprised? what moron?"
Rose then expressed his idea until the other ghost smiled happily. "Agree me!"
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