So the Second

Episode 117's

I still enjoy the dishes that are under me, special dishes are offered from the wife.

It still feels just as good, even after giving birth. Nothing has changed, like the first time I enjoyed a very delicious, enjoyable and wonderful first time.

We both want to find satisfaction, satisfaction in enjoying the dish. Longing for almost a week, we're done tonight only the two of us can feel.

Finished exchanging sweat, Laras immediately closed his eyelids because it was so sleepy, tired.

Her husband never gave her a break, an opportunity we rarely enjoyed since the children who did not want to stay.

It was as if this was a retaliation for a week apart, venting out the cravings piled up in the eye fertilizers.

The hero is very possessive in hugging the wife, as if never satisfied even though the wife has closed her eyelids.

Berdubi-tubi presents kisses on the face of the wife. Looks peaceful, beautiful even though not wearing makeup at all.

So amazed to see the face of the wife, Wira sleepy because tired, tired just finished exercising with the wife.

They fall asleep very soundly, venting longing by sleeping stuck to each other with skin, hugging each other, not a little.

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The morning before the sun shone brightly, both adults were still comfortable in the same blanket.

There is no movement at all of the two, still comfortable, still at home to linger sleep.

Unlike the case in the children's room, they are awake, not crying or whining. They woke up playing, toys in his room.

It was as if they knew what was going on in his parents' second room, not wanting to disturb him finally choosing to concern themselves with a pile of toys.

Before they finished the bath ritual, the two took the time to repeat last night. Never satisfied with just one sport, the Hero continues to fight his wife until both******* together.

"Bag sweetie." Sapa laras peek one by one his children.

"For Mother." they said in unison.

Unlike the youngest who continues to look at the face of his mother, there are a thousand questions in his smart brain. Difficult to say, afraid if the question offends the Mother.

Why is Mother's hair wet?

Mother's face also looks tired.. Have papa been wickedin my Mother.

The youngest is still grumbling, occasionally playing and stealing small attention to look at the face of the Mother.

In the guest room A couple were sitting together, while the children were still busy playing.

"Mas."

"Hm."

"There is a strange thing with the youngest, usually he immediately collapsed with me, kog this morning. He just worried about me continuing without talking, what's wrong?

The hero who was next to the wife, watching carefully did not want to reproach or cut off the conversation. Let the wife tell her story like flowing water, bringing out the uneg-uneg in her heart.

"Maybe he was surprised at the beauty of this beautiful wife, getting more beautiful." said Wira sincerely, accompanied by a small ruckus in their joking sentiment.

"That's not funny." Baras stomped his feet, standing up leaving the husband who was smiling widely made the wife upset."