The Mystery of Jovan Love - An Unexpected End

Part Twenty

The Start Oluk Ship

Mother Fahira had long waited for the right time to conquer Jovan.  The student who since the eleventh grade had successfully captivated her heart. After the flag ceremony incident, she becomes even more infatuated and obsessed with the contents of Jovan's pants.

As a woman who has a good reputation in the environment, of course she must be very careful. Despite many opportunities and opportunities, he deliberately took the moment while on vacation. It turned out that it was not too difficult for him to carry Jovan swept away in a warm and interesting chat. The brondong did not even realize, if the chatter gradually entered the special territory of adults.

Jovan's lulled and comfortable. Almost unaware, Mother Fahira has now been sitting next to her. Their conversation is getting warmer and hotter. Mother Fahira even asked Jovan to change the call to 'me and' you'.

But Jovan refused. He still holds great pride and respect for the rich woman who has helped his family a lot.

"Jo, I want to tell you the most personal thing, okay?" Mother Fahira wrapped her right hand around Jovan's waist sitting leaning against the sofa.

"Come," replied Jovan while lifting his back to give space in the hands of Mother Fahira, "Origin not a secret. I'm afraid I can't hold the trust, Bun," continued Jovan with slightly narrowed eyes. Looking at the beautiful face that is getting closer.

"Hmm, that's why I dare to tell you the same story, because this is very secret. And you're the only one I can trust." Mother Fahira whispered.

"Oh yeah, what's the secret, Bun?" Jovan asked in a quiet voice as well. Both eyes are increasingly attached to look at the face of Mother Fahira whose distance is only a few inches.

"My secret is with my husband." Mother Fahira said softly.

"meaning?" Jovan whispered back, leaning his head closer to Mother Fahira's earlobe.

"You think I'm still pretty, right? or is it no longer interesting?" Mother Fahira asked timidly, the hue of her face met with pink.

A few moments later Jovan was silent. His eyes are increasingly fixed staring at the face of Indonesian Turkey which looks very perfect in a closer distance. With a very fragrant breath, gently sweep the handsome face of Arab-Indonesian brondong who also slightly flushed burning passion.

"Mother is always beautiful at every opportunity. Who doubts that? And any man would be very interested." Jovan smiled faintly, "Mother's Husband, the luckiest person in the world, has been able to have a whole Mother," Jovan continued with a trembling voice.

"Hmmm, that's what you think, Jo. But not according to my husband." The look on Mother Fahira's face turned cloudy and her eyes suddenly glared and sad.

Jovan. Trying to digest the words he heard. His gaze was fixed on the sensitive area of the front of the body of Mother Fahira that stood out and excited. "That's, Bun?" ask Jovan later.

"Maybe everyone, guessed my life was happy to be married to a high official. The weight of wealth and luxury is nothing less." Mother Fahira's voice is getting soft and soft. His gaze descended to the most sensitive part of the young man's body he was hugging.

Jovan was silent, he did not fully understand the winged sentence thrown by a woman who was getting more friendly and warm hugging his waist.

"Maybe you wouldn't guess. The reality of my life is not as beautiful as people imagine." Mother Fahira increasingly shrewd, "I almost gave up, even desperate. Already very tired and tired of life full of pretense and theatrics.” Mother Fahira stroked the thighs of Brondong who sat increasingly agitated.

“Every time I struggle with the aridity and emptiness of the soul. And every night I just sleep making lonely friends in solitude." Mother Fahira sighed while slightly looking up. Staring at Jovan's clear eyes, under his two very thick and beautiful eyebrows.

"Maybe you're very busy, who's patient, Bun!" Jovan tried to cheer up. Even though he himself doubted the words he said.

"Busy is no excuse for justification. If twice it might still be natural. But it's been almost two years, Jo. I'm even like an unmarried woman." Mother Fahira lowered her head, her voice sounding weak.

"Don't you still come here often, even if you never stay?" Jovan holds the right shoulder of the woman who is now resting her head on her left shoulder. Her beautiful hair touched Jovan's hot cheeks burning young blood that was pumped perfectly.

"Any woman cannot be treated like this. Just so the decoration and sweetening of the honey cage. It's like a lifeless doll, never touched, left languishing, arid and barren."

"Isn't your marriage, on the basis of liking?"

"Not Jo, I was forced to marry him because my family owed him so much. And I didn't expect that my old husband was as incapable of carrying out his duties as a husband."

Jovan was silent. Mother Fahira's body entered in her arms. The wife of the Garuda Foundation owner rested her head calmly on the chest of the youth field who still did not fully understand how the husband's obligations in bed. Their breaths began to hunt irregularly.

"Jo" whispered Mother Fahira.

"Hmmmm," Jovan replied as she stared at the face of another man's wife who looked up.

"Is it wrong that I miss and look for someone who can understand me?" ask Mother Fahira.

Jovan. Her lips twitched wanting to say something, but hesitated. He was worried and didn't know what to do. Not expecting Mother Fahira's household is just a mask full of engineering and falsehood.

"Jo, I'm a normal woman like everyone else. Have the desire to feel the pleasure of being a wife. Right now I need a man like you who can understand me. I wish you could do something for me and only the two of us would know." The very experienced woman is increasingly aggressively throwing a million seductions and excuses.

"What do I do, Mom?" Jovan asked with a trembling voice.

“You must understand, Jo," whispered Mother Fahira while hugging Jovan's body warmly. Then kissed her hot face burning.

The deg!

Jovan's heart was immediately jolted. His body was cold hot.  A soft touch landed perfectly on the banana horn, which has been struggling to be removed from its nest which continues to narrow.

"Move into aja, yu,” whispered Mother Fahira in a spoiled sigh. Highlight his eyes are soft but contain a magnet that sucks all the strength of the male.

“We chat in the room only, so it is safer and more free," invited Mother Fahira with a smile that is increasingly flirtatious and tempting.

Mother Fahira let go of a hug and stood right in front of the dumbass Jovan. Jovan looked up, looked at Mother Fahira's slightly lowered face and smiled.

Seeeeers

Jovan's blood was pounding. Stuck looking at the two twin mountains that were printed real behind his nightgown.

Mother Fahira pulled the chin of the male, until unconscious Jovan who had been covered was standing parallel. His heart beats are getting worse.

The deg! Jovan's heart stopped beating. After that the beat ran fast jumping like a deer that was being chased by a thief.

A soft delicate hand suddenly touched and held the horny banana stem behind his pants. Objects that stand upright in a sideways position as if to understand and respond quite sensitively touch the hands of the opposite sex.

"Why still wear small pants?" whispered Mother Fahira with a voice that was more tempting, her hands more gently pressing and stroking the object behind the narrow pants.

"Ti.tii, no Bun, it was quite loose.." replied Jovan with a sigh that could no longer be held.

"Yes, it's small now, isn't it?"

"I.. i, do not know to. to... why so to. to.. small, Bun?"

"Yes, we are inside. Poor thing, the cage is narrow. If inside it can be released freely, hehehe." Mother Fahira pulls Jovan's hand.

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