The Berondong Boss Reserve

Sticking

Dean does not want to take Latina home to Eliza, while he has offered to stay at home. For a second he did not want to be separated. Especially now? His parents agreed, and went to see Eliza just to find the right time. Next saturday. Yeah, Dean promised that.

"Can't." Latina crossed her arms forward. "I'll stay where you are when we're married."

"I won't ask for rations often." Dean is convinced Latina is reluctant as she continues to ask to be served. But, this was only their day together, and could be counted .. ah, three times.

"Already counted?" Latina crossed hands. The two spoke on the front porch after driving Rael to bed.

"That's because I've been alone too long. So I was excited." Dean scowls. His intentions are too easy to read.

"Ah, I just remembered wanting to talk to you."

"About my mother against Rael?" Dean understood because Latina wanted Rael to get used to being simple. "It's okay, honey. If you don't want to make Rael my dear grandson, we can give my mother another grandchild."

Latina gasped at the words of her lover. His age is very risky if pregnant again.

"Dean, I'm age ...."

"We can use a surrogate mother. There are many ways to Rome." Dean cut off Latina's words on age. He grabbed his woman's hand, then kissed gently. "Don't think. Maybe you're pregnant now."

"Don't make it up." Latina fluttered her hands. But she also wants to get pregnant again. "I need a consultation if I want to be pregnant again."

"I'm coming. Don't miss it again." Quite once, he lied to Latina about the pregnancy. When this lover gets pregnant again, Dean wants to be the standby guy. Wasn't it! But husband's on standby. Married, then Latina pregnant. He can't wait for that.

"Later when the time comes. Now, home. It's late at night."

"Seriously?" Dean blinked a few times. "You want me to go home? You don't want me to be with you?"

Latina shifted forward, then peeked at the young man's cheek. "Good night."

"You can't just run away." Dean swiftly wrapped his hands around the slender waist of the lover. "Pipi is not enough." Head tilted. Dean lifted Latina's chin, then landed a kiss on her lips. Close, warm, and arousing desire.

Dean lowered Latina's hand, he stuck it on the cheek to feel the warmth from the woman. "We can do it in the car." Dean lowered his eyebrows.

"I'm not going to play in front of the house. Go home." Latina pushed Dean.

"One more time." Dean pressed his lips.

"Just once." Latina complied with Dean's wishes by fusing her lips to the man's lips. The tongues of the two are mutually binding. Stabbing each other until this game has to end.

The last touch was given on Latina's forehead. That Dean really loved and loved his woman.

"Good night."

Latina smile. "Go home, honey."

After Dean got in the car, and passed from before him, Latina returned to the house. He smiles. I don't think this is true. Dean and himself, united.

"So, you take it? Eliza reprimands.

"Mom!" Latina ran to hug this old woman. "What do you think, Mom?"

"We have to prepare for next Saturday. Mom, I think we should go shopping. Change the dishes for dinner, and buy candles. What say?"

"Good idea. After I get home from work." Latina hugged her mother again.

"Congratulations, Honey. Look, God never sleeps. He's avenging everyone, after what you've been through."

"Mom's right. I hope things will go well."

TB