THE VIRGIN AND THREE WIDOWS

Night Chat..

"Thirty-two million, that's fine, Mom!" A wife cried after counting the entire contents of the envelope resulting from their wedding donation.

The husband also smiled. But what makes a smile is not a matter of money but the call of the wife who changed a few minutes ago.

Mas. Sounds normal to a man if called with the word. But it was different from what the twenty-year-old young man who now holds the status of a twenty-five-year-old female husband.

"Kok I still don't believe ya, Yang, when you called me Mas?" Said the husband who is familiarly called Dodit, "My heart is like warm, when your soft voice calls me with the word, Mas."

"Yes, I told you, that's how I appreciate you as my husband. It's not funny if it's out there, I call you, Dodit. What people say, calling her husband by name. Not polite as it sounds." Risma Reply.

They throw smiles at each other and then they put the used envelope in a plastic bag. Risma brought the plastic bag to the back while Dodit chose to lie on a mattress on the floor that was held on the carpet while watching television.

The newlyweds really enjoyed their day. Although there was an embarrassing incident when the decorator came. How not to be ashamed, too engrossed in enjoying the first night until they forget to have left a truly unexpected trail. Risma, who woke up early, also immediately took a shower and after bathing went straight to the kitchen because according to her, mending made breakfast first to settle down at home.

Also in the shower. Dodit who kept whining asked to be bathed, inevitably the wife also relented. Risma bathed her husband. Lucky, Risma's on standby. He only wears a negligee without any more layers in it. Dodit who used to take a bath only took ten minutes, this morning he took a shower spent almost an hour. Of course it's not just a shower that Dodit does. Although there was no teasing but still Dodit's hands that were no longer innocent, with agile play around the body of the wife until the negligent.

Not yet during the day until this moment. They really enjoyed both time. They look out when there are decorators and wedding tentmakers. When they finished, they remained silent in the house.

"Means you're taking a long day off, Mas?" Risma asked as soon as she sat down next to Dodit and leaned her back on the long chair in front of the television.

"Yes still a long time, Yang? Wh why? You're off too?" Tanya Dodit who moved her head to the lap of the wife.

"Yes, yes, my mother. My man bought it in your shop." Tukas Risma's.

"That means tomorrow, I'm home from work, welcome the wife, yeah?" Dodit and Risma just nodded. They share a smile.

"Eh, Mas, later after Mba Mel's wedding, we have a picnic yuk." Risma.

"Yes whatever, to the coast what mountains. What matters is that we have a picnic." Answer Risma spirit.

Dodit moved his head on the pillow he was using earlier and he lay facing his wife's straight legs. one of his hands had guerrillaly entered the bottom of the wife's negligee and stopped at the nest without wrapping. Surely Risma has understood that tonight will be a second long night so she deliberately only wears negligee without a triangle of bermuda and twin mountaineering cloth.

"Yes, we'll plan again. What matters is that we focus on the child first." Reply Dodit and it makes Risma smile with anxiety. He ruffled Dodit's hair and rubbed Dodit's cheek a few times.

"It looks like you're ready to be a dad, Mom?" Ask Risma.

"Everybody is not ready, you have to be ready, Yang. I already have a wife and have bed relations. It would be perfect with a child, wouldn't it?" Reply Dodit who has really enjoyed his finger games from inside his wife's negligee.

"Eh, later try various styles again when making children." Connect Dodit when it stopped for a moment because it dissolved with his finger game.

"No, Yang, I don't want. What else is the style of standing in the horse riding style. It's delicious, but tired. I don't want to. The two styles also make me can not see your handsome face while playing sodok. Males, not spirit." Reject Risma. Dodit just commented a smile.His hand continued to massage and dig his wife's nest. Because of the work of Dodit, Risma's passion began to propagate by the sense of pleasure created by the touch of a finger in there.

"It's okay what's important you're happy, Yang. Then we play a style? you're downstairs, I'm upstairs?" Ask Dodit.

"Don't, I'm hooked on your lap style, Mas. It's delicious." Risma.

"I like it too, Yang. Top sucked, bottom poked, steady!" Said Dodit, "Main now yuk, Yang? It's peek."

"Yuk."

And they immediately remove what is attached to the body while warming up. Now Dodit is sitting on a chair, Risma is on Dodit's lap with a rowo bows already drowned in her nest. Risma's body goes up and down with a special sound. Plok, plok, plok.

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