THE VIRGIN AND THREE WIDOWS

Ordeal..

At the time Tejo is urinating because the delicious rations are threatened to disappear, in contrast to what felt by twenty-year-old youth who had to face a woman who was rolled weak with clothes that really made the young man restless.

Whether conscious or not, the woman was wearing super short and tight black pants where the pants were printed clearly a mound that was split in the middle.

Dodit was really half-dead from holding himself back from doing anything out of bounds. Moreover, such a scene was the first sight he saw.

Dodit's eyes kept a close eye on the movements of women trying to contact the masseuse. Perhaps due to unfriendly weather, the woman seemed to have trouble contacting the number she was headed to.

"Where, Mba? Can you call the masseur's number?" Dodit asked breaking the silence.

"It's hard, Dit." Risma answered while trying to sit down and lean on the chair.

"Emang earlier, Mba Risma again what the hell? How could it sprain?" Dodit asked with his worried face.

"So I heard your voice, Dit. Wanna go in. Take a negligee uh don't know the floor's wet." Risma answered with a sad face.

As he looked down and remembered the word negligee, his eyes suddenly widened like they remembered something.

"Oh my goodness, Dodit! Did you see me wear clothes like this? Holy jeez!" Pekik Risma while covering her body with a pillow on the chair. While Dodit is just mesam mesem while his eyes look at any direction.

"Sheets, Mba." Reply to the original Dodit with a smile that develops perfectly.

"Damn! This boy, his smile is sweet too." Risma said in a heart whose eyes were stunned to see Dodit's smile.

"Dit, please dong, take a blanket in that room.please you'll see my body mellow." Risma said and it succeeded in making Dodit laugh.

"Well, what is it, Mba?" Ledek Dodit while moving to the room designated by Risma. The woman only snorted for a moment and then she laughed.

It did not take long, Dodit came back to Risma with a blanket and handed it to the beautiful widow.

"No idea, Dit. At will not, maybe because in this area deserted times, Dit. So I don't like playing in my house." Risma said after covering her body with a blanket.

"Dit, please take the massage oil under the television, Dit." Appoint Risma and gladly, Dodit takes it.

"Here, I'm the massage, Mba. Doang's ankles hurt, right?" Dodit.

"Can you?" Ask Risma doubtfully.

"Oh my goodness, Mba. Only in this olesin pray? then in a slow massage? That's easy, huh." Reply Dodit sure.

"All right, just try it." Risma finally gave up.

Getting the green light, Dodit immediately sat down one seat with Risma. Then he grabbed Risma's two legs.

"What sprains is it just the left leg, Dit?" Risma.

"Udah, Mba Risma just be quiet, let me do his job well and correctly." Reply to Dodit with both eyebrows that he raised down. Risma just blicked her lips but she finally resigned as well.

Slowly the Dodit land smeared the sprained leg with massage oil. After feeling enough, Dodit began to play his finger giving a gentle massage to Risma's feet.

Risma who was a little in pain finally went back to lying down to endure the pain on her leg massage. Risma's legs continue to move until it makes Dodit a little overwhelmed. Moreover, the woman's legs often accidentally nudged something belonging to Dodit until the young man repeatedly held his breath.

"It's really this hard ordeal." Mumbles Dodit.

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