On the way back to her house, Aunt Hanmei kept talking, talking, and saying, "Whose daughter-in-law licked a fat boy, and said, "Whose old sow gave birth to a small piglet...
Depend on!
What does these messy things have to do with me?
I know she is making me happy, but when I think of the rabbit's bleak back and the little face with pear blossoms, my heart began to hurt again, heartbreaking.
I can't raise any strength now. Aunt Wanmei said ten words, but she could only have two or three words that were fortunate to enter my ears. The rest were scattered with the wind, but she still kept talking, and she didn't know where women got so much nonsense.
After returning home, she gently put me on the bed, as if treating a precious piece of porcelain. I was so afraid of touching and falling?
Send your child, you lie down for a while, aunt will go cook
After saying that, she turned around and was about to go busy. She took two steps, then looked back at me with concern, and said worriedly, "Send me to my son, lie down obediently! Don't move around!"
She was afraid that I would make a fuss while she was cooking. This woman was worried that I didn’t even have the strength to stand up now, let alone hitting the wall. Besides, hitting the wall hurts so much, I would only choose a gentle way of dying...
The rice was ready, and she carried me from the bed to the dining table as if holding precious porcelain. Looking at the table of delicious food, my nose suddenly felt sour. Why is this woman so good to me?
If she had star treatment at that time, she would have given me five-star service standards
After a meal, it seemed that what I ate into my stomach was not food, but guilt. I had no love from my parents since I was a child. Fortunately, I got the love of Aunt Hanmei. She always wanted to hear me call her mother, but until now, I can't shout it out. I didn't even satisfy her little wish, but she still took care of me as always
After she packed up the leftovers on the table, she went to burn my bath water. She is a person who loves beauty and cleanliness. I lay in bed for several days and nights, without washing my face and feet, let alone bathing, she could bear the odor on my body.
She burned a large basin of bath water and brought it to me. She took it on her own initiative to start taking off my clothes. Just like when she was a child, she would take off my jacket first, then take off my pants, and then pull me to stand in the basin
Anyway, I have had sex with her, so I don't care that I am naked in front of her, but the thing between my legs seems to be ashamed of someone touching her, and it becomes hard with a whoosh.
After seeing this, she glared at me with a angrily voice, saying in a tone of mocking: Send me, your child is half dead, but this thing is still so active? Are you shy? If you really want to die, you can't think of that kind of thing.
She teased me, and I couldn't hold my face, and I felt a spicy feeling. I didn't know how to answer, so I stayed silent. I could control my thoughts, but I couldn't control my physiological reactions. It's normal for me to be hard now. I'd like to ask a beautiful woman who carefully untied a man's clothes. If this process is not hard, it must be that the guy is useless.
Why don’t you speak? Are you shy?
She playedfully stretched out her index finger and deliberately teased the head of my hardened baby. How could her move look like a little bird in a cage?
Aunt, stop teasing!
The bloated hormones in my body have forced me to retreat into the abyss of desire. If she continues to tease me like this, I will definitely not have to take a shower, so I will find a hole to drill in and wander around freely
What's wrong? Can't stand it?
She looked at me ambiguously, and a lewd smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Do you still want to die?
I... I stammered and didn't say it for a long time, but the physical defense line was already retreating step by step. Now what dominates my whole thoughts is no longer the word death or the word life, but the word color
If you go on a hunger strike every time in the future, your aunt will definitely not let you go!
She said in a heavy tone, with a serious expression on her face, but the movements on her hands did not stop, but instead made her anger even more
Damn! I am alive, not dead. I am flirting with like this. How can I be indifferent? I see it becoming longer, thicker, and as hard as a rock. I can't stand it anymore.
So I pulled her into my arms and kissed her lightly and hard. She pushed me away, opened my palms across my mouth, looked at me coquettishly, and said disgustedly: Send me to my son, don't touch me! Let's talk about it when you finish taking a shower, look at you now, you're dirty, smelly sweat, smelly, don't make your aunt smell too
This woman still thinks I'm stinky. If she hadn't teased me on purpose, how could I have wanted to touch her now? OK! Let her go for the time being, and I'll repay her well after taking a shower.
Later, after thinking about it, I realized that she was using this method to awaken my desire to live. It was also because she was harmed by her. She did not have the desire to die. She had already left her to Java.
OK, stop making trouble,
She frowned slightly, gave me a look, and said, "Squat down obediently, lower your head, Auntie, wash your hair with oily hair first, it's messy, like weeds."
Depend on!
What does these messy things have to do with me?
I know she is making me happy, but when I think of the rabbit's bleak back and the little face with pear blossoms, my heart began to hurt again, heartbreaking.
I can't raise any strength now. Aunt Wanmei said ten words, but she could only have two or three words that were fortunate to enter my ears. The rest were scattered with the wind, but she still kept talking, and she didn't know where women got so much nonsense.
After returning home, she gently put me on the bed, as if treating a precious piece of porcelain. I was so afraid of touching and falling?
Send your child, you lie down for a while, aunt will go cook
After saying that, she turned around and was about to go busy. She took two steps, then looked back at me with concern, and said worriedly, "Send me to my son, lie down obediently! Don't move around!"
She was afraid that I would make a fuss while she was cooking. This woman was worried that I didn’t even have the strength to stand up now, let alone hitting the wall. Besides, hitting the wall hurts so much, I would only choose a gentle way of dying...
The rice was ready, and she carried me from the bed to the dining table as if holding precious porcelain. Looking at the table of delicious food, my nose suddenly felt sour. Why is this woman so good to me?
If she had star treatment at that time, she would have given me five-star service standards
After a meal, it seemed that what I ate into my stomach was not food, but guilt. I had no love from my parents since I was a child. Fortunately, I got the love of Aunt Hanmei. She always wanted to hear me call her mother, but until now, I can't shout it out. I didn't even satisfy her little wish, but she still took care of me as always
After she packed up the leftovers on the table, she went to burn my bath water. She is a person who loves beauty and cleanliness. I lay in bed for several days and nights, without washing my face and feet, let alone bathing, she could bear the odor on my body.
She burned a large basin of bath water and brought it to me. She took it on her own initiative to start taking off my clothes. Just like when she was a child, she would take off my jacket first, then take off my pants, and then pull me to stand in the basin
Anyway, I have had sex with her, so I don't care that I am naked in front of her, but the thing between my legs seems to be ashamed of someone touching her, and it becomes hard with a whoosh.
After seeing this, she glared at me with a angrily voice, saying in a tone of mocking: Send me, your child is half dead, but this thing is still so active? Are you shy? If you really want to die, you can't think of that kind of thing.
She teased me, and I couldn't hold my face, and I felt a spicy feeling. I didn't know how to answer, so I stayed silent. I could control my thoughts, but I couldn't control my physiological reactions. It's normal for me to be hard now. I'd like to ask a beautiful woman who carefully untied a man's clothes. If this process is not hard, it must be that the guy is useless.
Why don’t you speak? Are you shy?
She playedfully stretched out her index finger and deliberately teased the head of my hardened baby. How could her move look like a little bird in a cage?
Aunt, stop teasing!
The bloated hormones in my body have forced me to retreat into the abyss of desire. If she continues to tease me like this, I will definitely not have to take a shower, so I will find a hole to drill in and wander around freely
What's wrong? Can't stand it?
She looked at me ambiguously, and a lewd smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Do you still want to die?
I... I stammered and didn't say it for a long time, but the physical defense line was already retreating step by step. Now what dominates my whole thoughts is no longer the word death or the word life, but the word color
If you go on a hunger strike every time in the future, your aunt will definitely not let you go!
She said in a heavy tone, with a serious expression on her face, but the movements on her hands did not stop, but instead made her anger even more
Damn! I am alive, not dead. I am flirting with like this. How can I be indifferent? I see it becoming longer, thicker, and as hard as a rock. I can't stand it anymore.
So I pulled her into my arms and kissed her lightly and hard. She pushed me away, opened my palms across my mouth, looked at me coquettishly, and said disgustedly: Send me to my son, don't touch me! Let's talk about it when you finish taking a shower, look at you now, you're dirty, smelly sweat, smelly, don't make your aunt smell too
This woman still thinks I'm stinky. If she hadn't teased me on purpose, how could I have wanted to touch her now? OK! Let her go for the time being, and I'll repay her well after taking a shower.
Later, after thinking about it, I realized that she was using this method to awaken my desire to live. It was also because she was harmed by her. She did not have the desire to die. She had already left her to Java.
OK, stop making trouble,
She frowned slightly, gave me a look, and said, "Squat down obediently, lower your head, Auntie, wash your hair with oily hair first, it's messy, like weeds."
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