The Mystery of Jovan Love - An Unexpected End
The Nineteenth Section
Inter Last Order
As promised, at nine o'clock in the evening, Jovan delivered Bunda Fahira's order and several other customer orders.
After delivering the order Mama Keenan who happens to be one complex with Mother Fahira. Jovan immediately headed for Block G-8 Beautiful elite housing. He has several times delivered the order of Mother Fahira to his home. It has even been given permission to enter through the right side door, which can only be passed by two-wheeled vehicles.
Mother Fahira's house is very prominent and striking. Distinct from the houses that stand in the area. Although both magnificent and beautiful, but if the night, impressed more elegant and glamorous with expensive garden lights scattered.
When Jovan entered through the side door, Mother Fahira was waiting for him on the terrace. The second wife of the DPR-RI member arrived at her home almost an hour ago.
Jovan who dress casual, elegant relaxed, parking maticnya front of the side terrace that is no less luxurious and magnificent with the main terrace.
"Sorry Bun, it's a little late. I went to Bu Keenan's house first. Coincidentally a bit long. At home he was many brothers from Aceh." Jovan spoke after kissing the hand of Mother Fahira in a polite manner.
"Gak papa, calm down, still this afternoon, this cake is also for Mother to eat, hehehe. Sit down, Jo!" replied Mother Fahira while receiving a package of cakes offered by Jovan.
"Thank you, Bun. Excuse me, not for long" Jovan replied with respect.
"Hmm why hurry. It's busy, huh?" tanya Mommy Fahira while staring at Jovan wrapped in a tight black shirt and tight black strech jeans and print every curve of his body that is stocky athletic. The body shape is ideal, beautiful perfect for a teenager aged 18-21 years.
The eyes of Mother Fahira slightly misfocused on the body part of Jovan who had made a fuss at school.
"No, there are no activities at night. Coincidentally today's order has been delivered all, this last one has Mother." Jovan's hand, reflexes covering his front body. Obstructing the view of Mother Fahira who had been fixed on her tights.
"Oh, if so sit down first, accompany me to chat and eat this cake. deliberately order a lot, so that it can be enjoyed together. It will not end when eaten alone." Mother Fahira spoke while turning her body, then entered her house.
"Well, why do you keep ordering cookies so much, if no one eats them? But yeah when else got a chance to eat a cake together with a beautiful girl, sexy, kind again, hehehe." Jovan speaks for himself.
Uninvited for the umpteenth time. When Mother Fahira enters the house, Jovan sits casually on the side porch sofa. Waiting for the host, who is storing the cake, or maybe waking up his housekeeper.
I don't know how long Jovan's been sitting alone. His eyes are beautiful sweeping views and ornaments around a small pond filled with koi fish and flower gardens arranged in the corner of the side yard with a very beautiful.
Every chance to come to the house of Mother Fahira, Jovan never stop admiring the beauty and beauty of the masterpiece of the garden maker and a watery koi pond fountain that is arranged very natural and detailed.
He had never seen such a beautiful and neat little garden before. His smart brain can not even guess how much money spent by Mother Fahira for a very amazing artwork.
The price and value of art depends on taste, so it never has a standard price that can be pegged to the currency rigidly.
"Look very hard, Jo." The surprise of Mother Fahira's voice suddenly disperse all the reverie of Jovan.
The deg!
A few moments Jovan's heart stopped beating. Shortly afterwards it was pounding at a speed five times that of normal. His entire body suddenly tensed, his face stiff, eyes bulging and mouth slightly gaping.
Unnerved looking at the figure of the most feared young woman in the world Garuda High School, who has now changed clothes and changed shape. She is no longer Mother Fahira but a beautiful and beautiful angel in a super sexy and seductive nightgown.
The smell of perfume swept over Jovan's nose. Glossy satin red nightgowns as high as thighs, perfectly wrapped smooth and slippery yellow body like Chinese ceramics.
Slim body postures are densely filled and bend and shape that is almost similar to the Bogor guitar. It refreshes and excites every eye of the man who sees it. The beauty of the perfect world is real in plain sight.
Jovan even suspected that the woman in front of him was not wearing underwear. Just like her.
"Hi, why are you dumb, aja?" reprimand Mother Fahira while touching Jovan's hand.
"Eh, ii ii yes, te.te.thank you, Bun." Jovan's nervous. During getting to know Mother Fahira, only this time he saw her legs, calves and thighs are amazing.
Jovan's imagination instantly floated on some photos of adult female models from the Middle East who dressed and posed super sexy on the collection of sexy photos on her laptop Bagas.
"Drink Jo first, try the cake. Mama said it was Jojo's, huh?" Mother Fahira returned to wake up Jovan daydreams.
Several times Jovan blinked. Just to make sure, the super sexy woman with cepol hair lifted to the top of it, really Mother Fahira who has been known.
'Is this the daughter of the demon Jambu Mede, or Mother Fahira? Lets not these so-called happenings of ghosts.’ Jovan monologues in heart.
‘Yes Allah, if this is called a ghost, I beg you to often meet with such a ghost.' Jovan continued to speak inwardly with his throat twitching and gulping down his own saliva.
"Hi, Jovan! you why?" Mother Fahira again touched Jovan's hand, "cockless. There are ghosts, right? why is it so tense?" Mother Fahira smiled sweetly. His face is polished powder, lipstick and blouse on all thin, able to make Jovan's heart is still innocent kamit read all the mantras and prayers of evil spirits repellent.
"Eh i.iya, sorry Bun, Ba..ba..bapak where?" Jovan asks pleasantries against his nerves and misbehavior.
The question is a little strange and laughable, because she already knows, Mother Fahira's husband never came to this house at night, except in urgent circumstances.
"Well, how come you are father? Kan Jojo knows, he's never been here at night." Mother Fahira answered with a smile. His eyes nilar looking at Jovan who sat him increasingly restless.
The deg! Back Jovan's heart jolted violently as Mother Fahira sat across. The right foot rests on the other leg. At first glance his eyes saw the most personal part of the mother.
'Oh My God!’ Jovan exclaimed inwardly, ‘what dream was the cave last night? the alleged cave. Mother does not make interior. Crazy one! It is beautiful if it is open.'
All over the body of the plain teenager felt stiff and shivering. A cold sweat suddenly soaked his back which was leaning on the sofa. The contents of his head were suddenly empty and the image of the intimate part of Mother Fahira who was seen at a glance directly poisoned his brain.
"Any, Jojo even nanyain Mr, hehehe." Mother Fahira chuckled again. To melt the atmosphere and wake Jovan from his dumbstruck and shock.
"Eh, mak.mak I mean Bi Uun and Mang Sar...Sarr Sarta, where, Mom?" Stammering and vibrating Jovan rectifies his speech.
"Oh. They're on leave. His son's home is on vacation. Coincidentally, the plan is also to go to Japan. But not yet certain. A husband's work visit. Could've invited even his first wife, hehehe." Mother Fahira replied casually.
Jovan tries to control himself and his mind and restrain his junior's sudden uncontrollable pace. Reacting hard, tense and enlarged shows its prowess.
"Oh that," replied Jovan briefly. Gawking face with a pushy look.
Mother Fahira accidentally opened a shirt on her chest and thighs. He's very experienced at playing with your feelings young man, Jovan's age.
He already understood very well, what to do after his prey entered the trap, groping and helpless...
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