SOLEDADS

Lingerie

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"Dad, you're making him shocked." Max spoke and rose to catch up with the wife who had gone to the room first.

Iglesias lowered the glasses that had been reused, looking at Max with a questioning look. "What's my fault? I didn't lie to him."

"That's not true, Dad."

The father breathed heavily. "He must learn to understand what is good and bad, Max. A woman must remain a woman, a man's work need not be done."

Max looked straight at the same bead as his. Then he said, "But Sara's shooting practice from Mommy, Dad."

Iglesias snorted in annoyance. "Different from your wife, Deborah is willing to accept the reality and does not sympathize with the person she hurts. Look at Sara, even she can't forgive herself for hearing the bird."

"Of course he's got feelings, Dad."

"You wouldn't be able to beat Thompson if the ability to control your feelings was only that limited."

"Dad?" Max was in disbelief. He returned to his seat and looked at his father in confusion.

"If Sara couldn't stop that feeling of sympathy, she would be crushed in Thompson's hands."

Flatly, Max argued over his father. "My wife has nothing to do with him anymore, Dad. I won't let the old man get close to Sara."

Iglesias chuckled softly. "Are you sure? What if your wife is going to go into that destruction on her own?"

Max's head automatically shook. He rose and left Iglesias alone. "I'm gonna make him not get to go into danger, Dad."

Max enters the room prepared for him and Sara. A room that is not too big, which he always uses when visiting his parents' house.

She saw her woman wrapped in a blanket on the bed, turned her back to the door. Max undresses and leaves his boxer. He approached his wife.

"You're asleep?"

Sara's eyes were open. "What's wrong?"

"Write first. You're tired all day, honey."

The woman shook her head. "I just want to sleep."

Sara closed her eyes again and made Max sigh. "Hey, don't blame me for not letting you sleep."

Max begins to annoy his wife with light pecks all over her face, and it disturbs Sara's sleep.

"Don't bother me, Max. I'm tired" he said whining.

"But you need a bath, honey."

"I'm tired, I want to sleep."

"Then let me take you to the bathroom. Just close your eyes and I bathe you."

Serigai was imprinted on her lips when Sara opened her eyes wide and immediately rose from her sleep. "Basic lewd," said Sara.

Max chuckles. He followed his wife into the bathroom. "We should take a shower together."

"I'm tired, Max." Sara tries to avoid touching Max but the man chuckles again and hugs her tightly.

"I know, I'm not gonna make you fuck. We're just taking a shower, okay?"

Sara pursed her head, let alone Max helping to remove her tee shirt. His cheeks heated up, despite repeatedly doing so, still feeling uncomfortable.

"Your hands don't be naughty, Max," he said, noting that Max's hands were almost out of control.

"OK, sorry. Let's take a shower."

Both of them stood under the shower. Max turns his body around Sara, not letting the woman face him.

"Max, I don't want to fuck right now."

"Therefore I turn your body, dear. We're just taking a shower" Max said and hugged Sara from behind.

Their look was clearly emblazoned on that glittering wall. Sara was ashamed of herself. They bathe without a cloth on the body with Max helping to soothe it.

Both of them bathed in silence. It was very short and ended up doing nothing there. This time Max kept his promise. Sara chuckled in her heart.

When she came out, Sara realized she didn't have a change of clothes. Wearing a towel kimono with wet hair, she was wailing.

"Max, I'm tid--"

Not yet able to finish his words, Max thrust something for him. "Mommy prepared it" said Max and turned his face away and passed from there.

Sara stared at the horror at the thing in her hand. Like a dress but very thin and short, even already like a strainer that is often used in the kitchen with Adrian.

"Mommy prepared it, baby," Max said. "There's no other clothes here."

Sara could not believe it. He approached the wardrobe that stood firmly there. Dismantling the entire contents, Sara found no other object there other than such a thin cloth in any other form.

"It's just a little long, honey. Wear it, just for tonight" Max said. The smile on her lips did not fade, she thanked Deborah inwardly.

Sara's lips rolled back, Max approached and briefly kissed. With hesitation, Sara put on the clothes that she thought were strange.

Max's eyes could not be separated from his wife, especially after the shirt was attached to Sara's slim body, Max swallowed a rough saliva.

His desire rose again. He wasn't sure he could let his wife sleep well tonight. "Let's dry your hair."

All the women's supplies were set up by Deborah in the room. Complete with facial moisturizer that is often used Sara.

"Mommy prepared perfectly," muttered Max. He held a hairdryer and was ready to dry his wife's hair.

But Sara took over and didn't let Max do it. "I can do it myself."

Adjacent to Sara, Max really wasn't strong enough to hold on. Every movement of Sara made her core rise up. Not wanting to disturb, Max first settles down on the bed. Waiting for his wife who is busy with her hair.

Finish with it. Sara rushed into the blanket. The skimpy clothes that easily torn it bothers him let alone Max's gaze which is very clear he can not avoid.

"Stop looking at me like that, Max."

"I saw my wife. There's no law against that, honey."

Max immediately pulled Sara in an embrace despite the woman struggling. "I don't want to do it tonight, Max. Daddy and Mommy will definitely be distracted."

The owner of the blue bead chuckled. His mischievous hands had spread everywhere. "You're yelling too loud, honey. I tried to play with a slow tempo this time," he said and began to bite Sara's ear. Makes the woman grimace slowly.

"Are you a vampire?" Sara hisses hurt because Max again bit his ear that was rationed this afternoon.

"Yes, the bloodthirsty hungry vampire."

Sara again dissolved in the temptation of her husband's fingers, unable to control herself even though her body was completely tired.

Max violently rips off the thin shirt Sara was wearing to make Sara surprised.

"It's disturbing, honey," he said and continued his hand movements.

Unable to resist the turmoil within each other, the two again reached the peak of satisfaction. Sara falls asleep under Max's arm, limp and helpless against the bloodthirsty hungry vampire.

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Morning came to say hello. The shine of the sun peeked out from behind the curtains, forcing open the hard-to-open chocolate bead.

Sara rubbed her eyes, turned her head to the side and did not find her husband in bed. His hand moved pulling the blanket and was surprised to find himself shirtless.

And her cheeks re-encounter red in light of the hot struggle with her husband. Sara moved her legs about to go down, but the pain all over her body stopped.

"Oh my God, I really can't stand Max" he murmured.

While in the kitchen, Deborah smiled mischievously at her eldest son. And asked as if it were innocent. "Where's Sara?"

Max who was stirring tea turned his head while smiling with satisfaction. "Thank you, Mom. You're the best."

"What?" Deborah asked in her usual tone. But the mischievous smile was still imprinted clearly.

"Thin clothes in the closet are really useful" Max chuckled.

Along with that, Iglesias approached. "You made him faint?" ask Iglesias glaring.

"Dad's? You taught him," jabbed Max and stood behind his mother. As if asking for protection from Deborah.

The middle-aged man shook his head slowly. "You learned from your mother, pervert."

Deborah does not accept. He glanced at Iglesias with a sharp look. "He's your son, not mine."

"Mom, you're evil."

Iglesias approached and patted Max on the shoulder. "You can't be my son if you can't plant a seed yet."

Max stared in astonishment, a little confused by Iglesias' changing attitude. And before passing from there with a cup of coffee made by his wife, Iglesias spoke again.

"Next time don't yell too loud. I'm old enough to hear such a strange sound."

Max gulped violently while the mother froze beside him. "Father and son are the same, equally obscene."

"Mommy!"

"You're as perverted as your father." Deborah passed from there letting Max stir the warm tea for his wife.

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