Sincerity Jelita's Heart

Chapters 19. Something unexpected

POV Aunt Jelita

I happily lowered my dress that was like a kemben with my shoulders open. I definitely don't wear glasses.

I was quite trembling and pounding, this was the first time I showed my sensi parts to a man other than my ex-husband. It felt shame but the curiosity and turmoil in his body was greater than that shame. I'm not a hypocrite, I miss the touch of men.

"Mas .. otherwise it's okay, I'm not forcing" I said, because I saw Haris gawking. It seems I know the cause, yes because it is and plus because it is full makes them bigger and firmer.

Indeed, the rush is not playing, my daughter only sometimes gets overwhelmed when packing. Just next door my daughter is already satiated, well usually I pump it to drain the rest. I'm always ready to pump anywhere, at home there are two, in the store and included in this car there is also. But I didn't tell Haris. I just want him to help me. It must be different to using a painful pump.

Do you know, husbands, the struggle of a mother is not only nine months and giving birth. But after that is the real struggle because taking care of the child there is no time limit, as long as we can still. Including love, the beginning of love is a painful thing. We must feel pain, pain. Not to mention sometimes swelling, lack of sleep and the shape of the chest that changes.

I already felt it, so I immediately asked for a divorce when I caught my husband cheating when I was just two weeks giving birth. It feels like it hurts many times. The blood is proof of my struggle is not dry, not to mention I am tired of taking care of the baby. The men betrayed only for the reason that I could not serve him.

I'd rather step back than continue to hang on to an already unhealthy household. After parting I was freer and happier, although the status of widows sometimes made me uncomfortable, let alone the gazes of the neighbors who seemed as if I would snatch their husbands. Only one person who never looked at me hated me, Ms. Wanti. Maybe because she's both widows so she knows how I feel.

But strangely the neighbors look very respectful to Ms. Wanti, even though our status is the same. From there I also began to be close to Bu Wanti, and he also told a lot about his son. From there I began to be curious about Mas Haris, a mighty man who always makes me want to be touched.

"Mas." call me again. Mas Haris was still unmoved, with a meaningful gaze.

Just like the guys who really liked this part, including my husband. When I caught the man with the actor I just laughed cynically. That woman's body is nothing compared to mine, I'm bragging about what I have. The woman was embarrassed because her body was no bigger than mine, hahaha.

Oh, sir, look for that affair that's a little more than your wife should be. Like a board so, what a good thing.

I still remember her clearly, despite the pain but I am proud that my husband's affair at the time was no better than me like a Spanish guitar.

As I waited for Haris, I remembered my past. What's the matter with Haris, why is he silent? He's not interested in this. Try if other men must have attacked me from earlier.

"Mas. I can hold it." This pain is a real pain, it looks like it's full.

I looked down, my eyes widened when I saw the water droplets getting faster. Immediately I grabbed a tissue to fill in the increasingly heavy drops.

"Wait on! let me hold it," said Mas Haris while blocking my wrist that was about to wipe the droplets that were getting faster.

Skips

skippers

skippers

Glek glek.

Mas Haris who had grown up to be overwhelmed to drink it. He got tired of making it. He was very fair with alternating right and left greedily. I don't know what Haris is feeling right now.

"Ssss.. is still heavy mas," I said as Haris stared at my face begging him to repeat it again. He was silent, Maybe he was full or he didn't feel good for too long. But I don't care. The important thing is that I really enjoy it, either because I have not felt it for too long or because of the treatment of mas Haris that makes me crazy.

I kept asking for more on Mas Haris. "Mas, like this, dong" I asked as I led her by her hand.

At first, Haris hesitated, but I continued to lead him and finally he wanted to. Then I really feel an incredible sensation. In the car doing such a scene in the middle of the traffic jam as well, only once did I do it. With my ex-husband alone there has never been much style. But it drives me crazy and pounding.

"Keep mas.yeah like that.. continue until it runs out."

For a long time, I didn't let Haris let go of his mouth. Stupid, the road is still stuck. While there is still an opportunity, tomorrow there is not necessarily an opportunity like this.

My body shrieked, my head raised while closed.My hands clutched tightly on the sides of the car seat. My leg stiffens. Byuuurr.

Tin...

The sound of the car horn behind us blew away our pleasure. Mas Haris blingsatan and immediately pulled himself away, he looked shy of the cat. Around his mouth a straw. I also swiftly took a tissue and wiped it, with clothes that were still open like that. I'm just funny, after all, Haris has also seen and felt it.

"Thank you, sir" I said, wiping.

I accidentally saw the eyes of Haris who again glanced at something that made him full earlier. I also increasingly excited him by lingering stroking his face.

Tin.....

Huft. I went back to my seat as before. My seat that was deliberately spilled down, I've cleared it again. My clothes have been I really again so that no one else sees, because from now on I announce that my assets only belong to my son and mas Haris.