Today's class has been discussed here. Next week's second monthly exam, you Ah, really need to review it carefully.
After writing the last stroke of vigorous work on the blackboard, Lao Zhao turned around and looked at the more than 20 people still sitting on the chair. It was obvious that he had become accustomed to sparse responses, used to those pairs of eyes without spirit, and used to the Sichuan opera changes in his face when the children were regained their youthful vitality after the get out of class was announced.
He took off his reading glasses and rubbed the dust between his eyebrows. The drowsy world became bright. One of the lights came from a female student by the window. In the afterglow of the sunset, his white and tender legs were soft and graceful, which always made him unable to rest.
This is the most beautiful female student in the class. If she could put her attention on dressing up and putting on makeup, she might have left such a remote small county and moved to a more promising stage.
The classroom resumed playing and playing again, and the dullness was gone.
Lao Zhao shook his head, after sorting out the textbook, he walked out of the classroom with a hunched waist. His loose gray pants covered his slightly lame gait with his right leg, but he had to slow down a little.
In my old age, I forgot to tell you something in the past. The Academic Affairs Office asked you to add a photo and what publicity column will be made tomorrow.
Lao Zhao was still there, and without looking back, he knew that he was the woman he liked to chat with the most in the office. Only this woman never called him Lao Zhao, but called him on the left and right, reminding him of his current status in his seniority.
OK, I'll go now.Old Zhao sneered and walked slowly up the fifth floor with the railing.
More youthful bodies passed by him, and the jumping steps made the corners of the skirt jogging and looming. After a quick glance at Lao Zhao's eyes lowered his head again.
He has seen people on the market. He has been to many big cities in his life. He is glamorous and has been received by the mayor and has a lot of medals.
If he hadn't committed a crime in the early years and dragged a principal into the alley and beaten him up, he might not have had to stay in this remote countryside and do the tiring job of teaching and educating people.
But he had never seen such an exposed female student in a big city school. The skirt was so short that it could hardly cover her buttocks, her breasts were half exposed, and her stockings and hair of various colors competed for beauty, which was incompatible with the disrepaired county middle school.
Old Zhao glanced at his beautiful black stockings, shook his head, and walked into the academic office.
The director was concentrating on wiping the globe on the table. When he saw Lao Zhao, he waved: Lao Zhao Ah, come on, let’s finish the photo quickly. The publicity board of the senior high school group has not been updated for a long time. When the leader comes, he will blame me again.
OK.
Old Zhao didn't like to talk, so he nodded and sat on the stool beside him. There was a large piece of red cloth hanging on the wall behind him, as if it was a festive celebration.
The director glanced into the cabinet a few times, picked out the Nikon who he liked the most from the machines, then skillfully put it on his hands, leaned forward, and gestured with his hands: Come on, tilt his head toward this side, yes, look at the camera, straighten your chest, hold it in a fixed position, OK.
With a click, this small photo freezes Lao Zhao's appearance at the age of 70.
Oak, you're very energetic in the filming, why don't you choose it yourself?The teaching director pressed the button and flipped through the photos one by one, so that Lao Zhao could see it.
I have something to choose from, old man, you can choose one that you like.
That being said, Lao Zhao couldn't help but lean over and looked at himself in the camera. His hair was sparse and white, his eyes were as narrow as the moon, his flat rosacea, and his deep wrinkles were scattered. This was a very ordinary old man's face.
The director pointed to the display screen: I looked at Ah, this ruler is dignified and has a wise look. It must be good to wash it out.
All listen to the leader.
Well, just this one.
The director returned to the chair, picked up the mouse and operated the computer skillfully, but saw Lao Zhao still standing there, and asked curiously: Oh, Lao Zhao, what else is there?
It’s nothing, I just ask, what does the...re-recruitment certificate mean in the bureau?
Oh, look at my memory, I forgot everything after being busy. OK, I will ask tomorrow and urge me.
The instructor's accent can drag things that could have been done in one month into three years.
Without this re-employment certificate, Lao Zhao can only receive a meager tutoring bonus and free lunch every month, and the rest of his life will have to rely on his pension to barely survive.
Forty years of teaching career have made Lao Zhao a little celebrity in the county town. He is honest and honest, a little bit old-fashioned, easy to get along with and a good temper. This is what everyone's impression of him.
After listening to the director's perfunctory behavior, Lao Zhao wanted to speak but stopped, and his words surged into his throat.
He planned to do something, but he did not dare to offend the principal's relatives in the end. He nodded, turned around and left slowly, like an old cow that was beaten.
A row of bicycles parked in the shed next to the guard room. Old Zhao pushed the 28 bar that he had followed him for more than ten years out of the school gate. The scenery in his vision was clearly divided by the school gate, from green and beautiful to gray like yellow.
Scorched earth-brown bricks and dust are everywhere in the sky. This is the dark background color that a small county should have.
He pushed forward lightly, and the two wheels turned lightly, but his butt only occupied half of the area of the seat cushion. His hips moved forward hard, and his old waist was bent like a shrimp, making him both funny and hard to kick.
If he meets an acquaintance who makes fun of him, Lao Zhao will vaguely bring it up with a sore on his butt. The only reason is he who knows it himself.
More than ten minutes later, Lao Zhao returned to the familiar road into the village. The winding mud made the bicycle sway up and down, and the body was seriously worn and made a crisp sound. The pleasant sound of the dingling ling reminded the children squatting on the ground beside the road to pay attention to avoiding it.
Lao Zhao's father was once rich. After being knocked down, he plundered all his money, leaving behind a pretty complete mansion, which stood at the deepest end of the village. Behind the ancestral house were endless mountains and ridges, surrounded by clouds and mist all year round.
When Lao Zhao heard that his eldest son finally bought a house in the city, it was said that the area was large, but he was not moved. Falling leaves returned to their roots was the only persistence of their generation.
After pushing the 28th bar into the courtyard, he closed the iron door, took out a broom to clean up the dust in front of the door. His whole movement was smooth and he was not as slow as before, his waist was no longer hunched, and his legs were no longer lame.
When he returned to the room, Lao Zhao took off his pants and untied the underwear belt that had been wrapped around several times, layer by layer, and his penis was suddenly exposed to the air.
As if some kind of restraint was lifted, the penis was quickly congested, and the glans leaned forward, and the length of the erectile prick of the stem was within the normal range.
But what is abnormal is that there are two fists-sized bags hanging under the penis, which are bulging, plump and red, and are symmetrically distributed.
These two annoying things are Lao Zhao's scrotum.
They were so big that they couldn't hold on to ordinary underwear. He bought a few pairs of boxer shorts and finally got it in. As a result, after putting on the pants, the front gear was raised high, attracting everyone's attention like a bee or a butterfly.
After that day, Lao Zhao's waist became even hunched and he couldn't sit still in the school. He waited until there was no one in the toilet before he dared to go in, for fear that someone would see something.
Now he is the only widow at home. After changing into comfortable boxer pants, he never put on his pants. He sat on the mat, looked down at his crotch, and his thoughts unknowingly returned to three months ago.
At that time, the blind woman in the village forgot to close the cowshed door, and the cow ran away overnight. She judged that she must have run into the back mountain in the direction of the hoof print.
Although the enthusiastic Lao Zhao has been lame for decades, he knows the familiarity of the back mountain and goes into the mountain to find a cow.
After several hours of entering the mountain, he didn't know that the cow was not found, but Lao Zhao stepped on the air and fell down the hillside. At that time, he felt that his eyes were full of stars, and he turned around for a long time before he stopped.
The head was broken and blood oozed out. It was nothing serious. What was more troublesome was that the other intact leg was broken. Now he limped and Lao Zhao couldn't get up at all.
He shouted for an hour or two without looking forward to the voice. His throat was hoarse, his legs were swollen and painful, and he felt completely disappointed. He was here for the rest of his life.
Old Zhao was next to the root of the tree, and the tips of the branches were ground. When he was about to carve the bark, he found that the plant next to him was very strange. The leaves were yellow and almost all fell off. Three red round fruits were hanging down from the branches, as big as pears, and the color was extremely charming, so fresh that the surrounding green plants were dull.
Lao Zhao is a scholar who knows astronomy and history, and has a wide range of knowledge, but has never seen such a strange red fruit.
Suddenly, he remembered that Japanese tourists often visited the back mountain in the early years, and said he wanted to find a kind of fruit called Longyang
The red fruits were even offered a high price, which made the whole village almost burst out and dug up all the mountains, but no red fruits were found.
There was an abandoned military base deep in the mountains. The village chief was worried that the Japanese were coming to steal information, so he ordered them to prohibit them from entering the village. When they saw one report the other, the matter gradually subsided.
Isn’t the red fruit in front of you the items offered by the Japanese?Lao Zhao vaguely remembered that at that time, the Japanese told him that this kind of fruit was highly toxic and was used for medical research and development and should not be eaten randomly.
He believed it to be true, so he naturally did not dare to pick and touch it randomly, and sat honestly in his place.
But the scorching sun was in the sky, and even if the leaves were blocked, Lao Zhao was so thirsty that he could not bear to live. His eyes were focused on the red fruits and he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.
In the end, the physiological courage to kill him was better than thirst. Lao Zhao boldly picked one of the fruits, then held them in his hand and observed them carefully, put them in his nose and smelled them, and the rich fragrance overflowed.
Lao Zhao regarded himself as the first warrior to eat crabs. After biting it, the juice splashed over. The flesh was sweet and delicious, and there was no core.
It was so delicious... He quickly finished one, picked the second one and ate it whole.
After entering the stomach, he finally felt full and no longer felt thirsty. What surprised him was that the pain, redness and swelling on his heels were relieved.
Is this the fruit of treating leg diseases?
Without thinking too much, he picked the last fruit and put it into his stomach. Then he felt a little warm, and his whole body seemed to be soaked in a hot spring, his limbs and lungs were stretched, his left ankle no longer swollen or painful, and his right leg seemed to be no longer lame?
He shuddered and tried to stand up, and found that all the physical pain had disappeared, his limbs and joints were no longer as clattering as before, and he was full of energy, as if he was several years younger.
Such a magical fruit made Lao Zhao feel worried. He searched for hundreds of meters in a radius, but never saw similar fruit plants again.
He left disappointed and spent several hours finally coming out of the mountains. Lao Zhao did not mention this experience to anyone, and the blind woman's cow was gone in the end.
She cried very sadly, so Lao Zhao gave her half of her living expenses.
After returning home, his testicles were ached that night and were swollen with the naked eye. Finally, they turned into two fists-sized balls, which scared Lao Zhao very much.
He went to the provincial capital in panic and registered, worried about terrible diseases such as tumor cancer.
The old doctor said calmly that the test report showed that the sperm survival rate was zero, and the testicles were healthy and there were no inflammatory damage. If you were worried, you could consider resection.
The word removal made Lao Zhao tremble for a moment. After learning that he was not sick, he hurriedly left the hospital.
The side effect of enlarged testicles is strong sexual desire. His heart, which has been in the forty-plus ten years, was stirred up ripples, and it is easy to get an erection with a slight stimulation. Therefore, as long as you see the little girl expose her arms and legs, Lao Zhao can't control his urge to lower body, and he can even masturbate four or five times a day.
The amount of semen sprayed out after each masturbation is quite large, and it is clear and translucent, with a faint fishy smell but not obvious.
The walls of Lao Zhao's bedside were covered with pictures of models cut from magazines. They all had big breasts and buttocks, and had a good figure. There were no traces of clean semen after they splashed.
Gradually, the mature woman at an older age could no longer appreciate Lao Zhao's sexual interest, but instead became fascinated by the young girl's body.
After Lao Zhao accidentally confiscated a male student's MP4 in class, it was stuffed with many physical impact videos.
How gorgeous and graceful the youthful body is, with smooth skin as tender as jade as snow. The smooth dove breasts hooked Lao Zhao's soul. He listened to his sweet moans, but his eyes were focused on the delicate pink nipples, and his heart was particularly shocked.
It turns out that the nipples of a young girl are not a black lump, it turns out that the areola can also be pink and red, it turns out that the skin can be as smooth and white as milk, and it turns out that the slit of the pubic hair without pubic hair is so clean and cute.
After watching the video, Lao Zhao couldn't calm down for a long time. That night, he tossed and turned, unable to help but masturbate. After masturbating, he looked at the ceiling and cried loudly.
At the age of 35, he had been single for a long time and met a woman of the same age through introduction. After the two gave birth to their first son, his wife quickly got leukemia and spent all the treatment costs of Lao Zhao and passed away.
At the age of 45, he met his second wife, seven years younger than him, and then gave birth to two boys and one girl.
The reason for the breakdown of the relationship between husband and wife was that the woman disliked Lao Zhao's poor appearance. Later, the court ruled that the two men belonged to Lao Zhao and the youngest daughter belonged to the woman.
The past is like smoke. Old Zhao, who has wasted most of his life, gradually became clear. He locked himself in a poor county in the mountains and has accepted his fate. He only hopes that his three sons who study and work in the city will have a future.
However, the youthful physical video in MP4 accidentally opened up the world of desire of Lao Zhao Chenfeng. He was like a demon. He kept sucking and went to school every morning, and then sucking and then sucking and then falling asleep safely.
The initial gesture was awkward and stiff, and he had to imitate the man in the video to know how to masturbate correctly. Whenever the ejaculation was completed, the mental emptiness and regret would stay for a short time, but it was more of a new experience.
It seems that only when he sees these young bodies and vents sexual desires, Lao Zhao feels that his life has come alive in the true sense, especially the girls in school are filled with innocent aura. Female hormones can not only make boys restless, but also comfort the old.
Tonight, it was another lonely night in the fields. The autumn became stronger. After Lao Zhao closed the window, he looked at the family portrait on the table. A couple sat on the chair, with three boys and a little girl standing in turn behind him.
The little girl who was crying back then finally went to college now, which is great.
He picked up the old photo frame, and although the surface was spotless, he still wiped it with his hands, and this habit lasted for more than ten years.
The next morning, Lao Zhao pushed his bicycle out of the courtyard. It happened to be a storm last night, and the road became muddy, deep and shallow, making it difficult to ride.
What surprised him was that five or six black cars were parked on the dilapidated village road in the distance, which were neat and majestic. I couldn't help but sigh: Isn't that Lu Yongping's house? Tsk, what a big scene.
There were two girls standing in the courtyard of the house. One of them, Lao Zhao, was known as Tang Wu, who was Lu Yongping's daughter-in-law. He had drunk the Lu family's wedding banquet two years ago. After counting on his fingers, Tang Wu is 24 years old this year.
Another girl wearing a black skirt and a little younger girl, Lao Zhao didn't know her at all, but you could hear this little girl speak loudly from afar: Hey, I dare to occupy my sister's land, and I'm so angry that I'm not good enough. I want to let this group of troublemakers taste my iron fist of Daxiao.
Dai'er!Tang Wu hurriedly stopped her high-profile declaration and pulled her into the house quickly, her voice pressing down very low.
Old Zhao finally knew what the little girl was named, but he couldn't hear the whispers of the sisters. He tilted his head, his eyes were attracted by the girl's slender legs.
Hello, old man!
A vicious bodyguard scolded Lao Zhao loudly, which scared him. The front of the car shook violently, and eventually wiped the rearview mirror of the car and overturned the ground with the person and the car.
The movement here quickly attracted Tang Wu's idea. She recognized Lao Zhao at a glance and hurriedly ran over to help him up: Teacher Zhao, are you okay?
It's okay, hey, he's so confused, the ground is wet and I can't see clearly.After Lao Zhao was helped up, he patted the yellow mud on his shoulder. Fortunately, several textbooks were fixed in the car basket and not dirty.
Xiao Dai was already scolding the bodyguard, while Tang Wu helped him tidy up his clothes apologetically and said softly: Teacher Zhao, are you going to school?
Well, I will have a monthly exam in a few days, so I have to keep an eye on those kids.
Teacher Zhao, the road ahead is difficult to walk, why don’t we send you to school?
No, no, really no.
Old Zhao waved his hand quickly, straightened his bicycle and said with a smile: You girl, don’t look down on me, let’s go.
Before leaving, he glanced at Tang Wu's beautiful legs again, pushed the 28 bar and pushed forward hard, feeling that some kind of desire seemed to be about to break through the chest, and if he didn't leave, he would make a fool of himself.
……
The weather in October is less vicious and more cool and cool.
The monthly exam was over, but Lao Zhao frowned. He wore reading glasses and carefully counted students' Chinese scores on paper. The more he looked, the colder he felt. The children's monthly exam scores were really bad.
After a series of reforms in the Chinese language test paper, the 30 people who gave up the exam in the class were excluded from the benchmark with a full score of 130. The average score of the remaining 20 students was only 60 points. Not to mention that compared with the children in the provincial capital, even compared with the county’s No. 1 high school, it was a full 40 points worse than that of the county town’s number one high school...
This is still a single Chinese subject.
If Lao Zhao is not the head teacher, then this problem will be left to another person with a headache.
The highest score in Chinese is a girl named Lin Jing. She scored 102 points. She is also the student with the best monthly score in the whole class. As her name suggests, she is quiet and restrained, and looks small and cute.
Many teachers praised her that she may be the most promising seedling in the village this year.
After carefully analyzing Lin Jing’s Chinese paper, Lao Zhao found that the type of question that lost the most points was classical Chinese reading. After he explained the wrong questions in the office, Lin Jing did not leave as before, but made a request in a low voice: Teacher, are you free on the weekend?
Lao Zhao unscrewed the thermos pot and asked while drinking: Well, what's wrong?
If, teacher, you can take some time to help me... make up for the lessons, it only takes a while for me to have no shortcomings in my Chinese language, is that OK?
Lin Jing was uneasy, and Lao Zhao saw it all, and he didn't hesitate: OK, I'll go back and sort out the question types. As long as you can get into college, we old bones will die without regrets. Haha.
The teachers next to them were also amused.
After getting Lao Zhao's approval, Lin Jing breathed a sigh of relief, said thank you to the teacher, and then left the office lightly.
After school, Lao Zhao still rode his beloved 28 bar through the village road, feeling inexplicably happy.
These days when he came home from get off work, he could see Tang Wu tidying up the green plants in front of the courtyard. The two of them inadvertently greeted and greeted him, making him feel like the autumn wind, believing that the beauty of the world will definitely happen.
But this afternoon, when Lao Zhao saw that the courtyard of the Lu family was empty, he realized that Tang Wu and the others had returned to the city, and he felt disappointed...
The girl's legs are so beautiful, but unfortunately she won't be able to see them in the future.
Time soon came early Sunday morning.
Old Zhao got up in the morning and masturbated as usual, standing at the head of the bed and staring at the poster on the wall to exercise his skills.
When I reached the second half of the journey of my exercise, there was a ding dong and knocking in the living room: Teacher, I am Lin Jing, are you at home?
Old Zhao's face was red and his yellow cheeks were wrinkled, and he had no time to pay attention to the movement outside during the sprint.
The ding dong sound in the living room was still ringing, and Lin Jing's voice changed from doubt to rapid: Teacher, teacher?Are you at home?
The paper in the room had been used up. Lao Zhao, who was on the eve of ejaculation, was looking for containers everywhere. Finally, he hurriedly brought a paper cup and sprayed all the semen in.
After ejaculation, he became vague and empty. He was stunned for a while, put on his pants, and walked slowly to the living room to open the door.
The moment Lin Jing saw the teacher, she was obviously relieved and said guiltily: Teacher, have you... Is it that I disturbed you to sleep?
Lao Zhao took a lot of effort to recover and showed a kind smile: It's nothing, come in.
Lin Jing was wearing a white dress, and her clothes were a little faded and old. She sat at the dining table in the living room, opened her schoolbag, took out a ball of paper money from it and handed it to Lao Zhao: Teacher, this is the tutoring fee given by my mother, although it is not much, please accept it.
Seven or eight old 10 yuan notes are stacked below, with 5 yuan and 2 yuan on top, and a coin, which adds up to 100 yuan.
Lao Zhao's face suddenly became unfavorable, and he shook his hand: Take back the money quickly, otherwise I will drive you away.
Seeing that the teacher was serious, Lin Jing did not dare to disobey and stuffed the money back into her schoolbag.
Perhaps because of the angle, when Lin Jing sat down and leaned forward, the collar was opened very low, and Lao Zhao could easily see the white bust inside wrapped around his soft breast.
His old face turned slightly red, he pushed his reading glasses, dared not look at him anymore, and turned his gaze back to the exercises.
Halfway through the tutoring session, Lao Zhao asked her to drink water and rest: The paper cup and the cold water kettle are there, you pour it yourself.
Lin Jing nodded obediently and stood up and left.
After a while, Old Zhao suddenly remembered something, and didn't care about pretending to be a lame person. He quickly got up and shouted: Alas, wait, you can't drink water!
It was too late. The paper cup in Lin Jing's hand even had a little dry mark of semen on the outside. After drinking the water in the paper cup, she looked at Lao Zhao in confusion: Teacher, water?Can't drink it?
Old Zhao was stunned, the two of them stared at each other, and the air was almost frozen.
In the end, Lao Zhao took the lead in speaking: Can it drink water?
Well, you can drink it, the water at the teacher’s house is very sweet.To prove that the water was sweet, she poured another glass of cold water and drank it into her mouth.
Sweet, good, sweet...
Seeing that there was nothing wrong with the east window, Old Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and realized that the cold sweat from his forehead was seeping out.
Lin Jing did not drink the third cup, and a layer of crimson was applied to her cheeks, which quickly spread to her jade neck. Her delicate body even shook slightly, almost unable to stand firm.
Old Zhao was frightened and quickly supported her to sit on the bench, his voice trembling: Oh, child, don’t scare teacher Ah, what’s wrong with you?Where is it uncomfortable?
Teacher, I... it's okay, I... Lin Jing bit her lip. At first, she could hold it up. Later, she was placed on Lao Zhao's shoulder, closed her eyes, and she seemed to cry.
The sudden symptoms made Lao Zhao confused. He didn't help him, nor did he not help him.
Lin Jing's legs were tightly closed, and she grabbed the corner of her skirt with her palms, trying hard to endure, her low moan turned into moans, and her reserve turned into light gasps.
The girl's fragrant body fragrance moved Lao Zhao's concentration. No matter how dull he was, he knew that something had happened to Lin Jing. But what caused the change? Sweet water?
Teacher, I...sorry...I...I can't help it.
With a sob, Lin Jing's body shook regularly, and she fell into a confused desire, moaning in a low voice, and had long ignored the ethics of teachers and students.
Lao Zhao's crotch had already bulged. Looking at the girl's cheeks were hot and full of clouds, her delicate body was surging, and her tempting moans made him dry and his wrists couldn't help but put on the girl's shoulders, trembling slightly.
After a long time, Lin Jing, who had recovered from her senses, was so embarrassed that she dared not look up. She said in a slight crying voice: Teacher, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I didn't mean it, whisper.
She quickly pushed Lao Zhao away, grabbed her schoolbag and quickly rushed out.
Lin Jing, Lin Jing!You're back, alright!After all, Lao Zhao is old and his legs are still not smooth, so he can only stand at the threshold and watch the female student run away.
No one can tell Lao Zhao what happened.
He staggered back to the living room, picked up the kettle and poured himself a cup, which was colorless and tasteless, and drank Lin Jing's cup, which had a little sweetness left on it, and it seemed that it was his own semen smell.
He retching a few times, threw away the paper cup in disgust, turned his head and found that there was a large pool of clear water stains in the place where Lin Jing was sitting just now.
It's really a sin...
Old Zhao sat aside dejectedly, his eyes empty, and his mind was both confused and confused.
After a while, he looked at the water stain, hesitated for a long time, then looked outside the door, slowly got up behind, and closed the door tightly.
He drenched a trace of water stain on his wrinkled fingertips, and put it on his nose and smelled it. It was smellless and stuck it into his mouth, and the fragrance suddenly came.
Lao Zhao can be sure that this is definitely not urine. He frowned and did not seem to look like vaginal fluid.But what is certain is that these water stains all flow out of the girl's skirt.
When he thought of this, his crotch became even more uncomfortable, and he took out his penis and fist bag.
The faint fragrance was like aphrodisiac for Lao Zhao, his penis swollen and his glans jumped slightly.
A little vaginal fluid was dipped in my fingers, and it was shiny on the glans in an instant, as if it was merged into one with the girl's body.
Lin Jing's well-behaved appearance appeared in his mind. His fresh and lively body was lying under his crotch, pounding forward with force. While making soft and sweet panting, he was also calling his teacher's title.
Lin Jing, I want to fuck you, come quickly...
Lao Zhao's neck veins were raised, his eyes widened, his nostrils were whispering, and his arms were shaking back and forth on his penis.
He is a scholar. At this moment, he has a lot of desire. He has forgotten benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness, his teacher's ethics, and only remembers his delicate and fiery body.
The sperm was discharged from the flood. He moaned and shot his descendants into the pool of vaginal fluid. The two body fluids magically blended together and turned into a more turbid, pale white liquid.
After writing the last stroke of vigorous work on the blackboard, Lao Zhao turned around and looked at the more than 20 people still sitting on the chair. It was obvious that he had become accustomed to sparse responses, used to those pairs of eyes without spirit, and used to the Sichuan opera changes in his face when the children were regained their youthful vitality after the get out of class was announced.
He took off his reading glasses and rubbed the dust between his eyebrows. The drowsy world became bright. One of the lights came from a female student by the window. In the afterglow of the sunset, his white and tender legs were soft and graceful, which always made him unable to rest.
This is the most beautiful female student in the class. If she could put her attention on dressing up and putting on makeup, she might have left such a remote small county and moved to a more promising stage.
The classroom resumed playing and playing again, and the dullness was gone.
Lao Zhao shook his head, after sorting out the textbook, he walked out of the classroom with a hunched waist. His loose gray pants covered his slightly lame gait with his right leg, but he had to slow down a little.
In my old age, I forgot to tell you something in the past. The Academic Affairs Office asked you to add a photo and what publicity column will be made tomorrow.
Lao Zhao was still there, and without looking back, he knew that he was the woman he liked to chat with the most in the office. Only this woman never called him Lao Zhao, but called him on the left and right, reminding him of his current status in his seniority.
OK, I'll go now.Old Zhao sneered and walked slowly up the fifth floor with the railing.
More youthful bodies passed by him, and the jumping steps made the corners of the skirt jogging and looming. After a quick glance at Lao Zhao's eyes lowered his head again.
He has seen people on the market. He has been to many big cities in his life. He is glamorous and has been received by the mayor and has a lot of medals.
If he hadn't committed a crime in the early years and dragged a principal into the alley and beaten him up, he might not have had to stay in this remote countryside and do the tiring job of teaching and educating people.
But he had never seen such an exposed female student in a big city school. The skirt was so short that it could hardly cover her buttocks, her breasts were half exposed, and her stockings and hair of various colors competed for beauty, which was incompatible with the disrepaired county middle school.
Old Zhao glanced at his beautiful black stockings, shook his head, and walked into the academic office.
The director was concentrating on wiping the globe on the table. When he saw Lao Zhao, he waved: Lao Zhao Ah, come on, let’s finish the photo quickly. The publicity board of the senior high school group has not been updated for a long time. When the leader comes, he will blame me again.
OK.
Old Zhao didn't like to talk, so he nodded and sat on the stool beside him. There was a large piece of red cloth hanging on the wall behind him, as if it was a festive celebration.
The director glanced into the cabinet a few times, picked out the Nikon who he liked the most from the machines, then skillfully put it on his hands, leaned forward, and gestured with his hands: Come on, tilt his head toward this side, yes, look at the camera, straighten your chest, hold it in a fixed position, OK.
With a click, this small photo freezes Lao Zhao's appearance at the age of 70.
Oak, you're very energetic in the filming, why don't you choose it yourself?The teaching director pressed the button and flipped through the photos one by one, so that Lao Zhao could see it.
I have something to choose from, old man, you can choose one that you like.
That being said, Lao Zhao couldn't help but lean over and looked at himself in the camera. His hair was sparse and white, his eyes were as narrow as the moon, his flat rosacea, and his deep wrinkles were scattered. This was a very ordinary old man's face.
The director pointed to the display screen: I looked at Ah, this ruler is dignified and has a wise look. It must be good to wash it out.
All listen to the leader.
Well, just this one.
The director returned to the chair, picked up the mouse and operated the computer skillfully, but saw Lao Zhao still standing there, and asked curiously: Oh, Lao Zhao, what else is there?
It’s nothing, I just ask, what does the...re-recruitment certificate mean in the bureau?
Oh, look at my memory, I forgot everything after being busy. OK, I will ask tomorrow and urge me.
The instructor's accent can drag things that could have been done in one month into three years.
Without this re-employment certificate, Lao Zhao can only receive a meager tutoring bonus and free lunch every month, and the rest of his life will have to rely on his pension to barely survive.
Forty years of teaching career have made Lao Zhao a little celebrity in the county town. He is honest and honest, a little bit old-fashioned, easy to get along with and a good temper. This is what everyone's impression of him.
After listening to the director's perfunctory behavior, Lao Zhao wanted to speak but stopped, and his words surged into his throat.
He planned to do something, but he did not dare to offend the principal's relatives in the end. He nodded, turned around and left slowly, like an old cow that was beaten.
A row of bicycles parked in the shed next to the guard room. Old Zhao pushed the 28 bar that he had followed him for more than ten years out of the school gate. The scenery in his vision was clearly divided by the school gate, from green and beautiful to gray like yellow.
Scorched earth-brown bricks and dust are everywhere in the sky. This is the dark background color that a small county should have.
He pushed forward lightly, and the two wheels turned lightly, but his butt only occupied half of the area of the seat cushion. His hips moved forward hard, and his old waist was bent like a shrimp, making him both funny and hard to kick.
If he meets an acquaintance who makes fun of him, Lao Zhao will vaguely bring it up with a sore on his butt. The only reason is he who knows it himself.
More than ten minutes later, Lao Zhao returned to the familiar road into the village. The winding mud made the bicycle sway up and down, and the body was seriously worn and made a crisp sound. The pleasant sound of the dingling ling reminded the children squatting on the ground beside the road to pay attention to avoiding it.
Lao Zhao's father was once rich. After being knocked down, he plundered all his money, leaving behind a pretty complete mansion, which stood at the deepest end of the village. Behind the ancestral house were endless mountains and ridges, surrounded by clouds and mist all year round.
When Lao Zhao heard that his eldest son finally bought a house in the city, it was said that the area was large, but he was not moved. Falling leaves returned to their roots was the only persistence of their generation.
After pushing the 28th bar into the courtyard, he closed the iron door, took out a broom to clean up the dust in front of the door. His whole movement was smooth and he was not as slow as before, his waist was no longer hunched, and his legs were no longer lame.
When he returned to the room, Lao Zhao took off his pants and untied the underwear belt that had been wrapped around several times, layer by layer, and his penis was suddenly exposed to the air.
As if some kind of restraint was lifted, the penis was quickly congested, and the glans leaned forward, and the length of the erectile prick of the stem was within the normal range.
But what is abnormal is that there are two fists-sized bags hanging under the penis, which are bulging, plump and red, and are symmetrically distributed.
These two annoying things are Lao Zhao's scrotum.
They were so big that they couldn't hold on to ordinary underwear. He bought a few pairs of boxer shorts and finally got it in. As a result, after putting on the pants, the front gear was raised high, attracting everyone's attention like a bee or a butterfly.
After that day, Lao Zhao's waist became even hunched and he couldn't sit still in the school. He waited until there was no one in the toilet before he dared to go in, for fear that someone would see something.
Now he is the only widow at home. After changing into comfortable boxer pants, he never put on his pants. He sat on the mat, looked down at his crotch, and his thoughts unknowingly returned to three months ago.
At that time, the blind woman in the village forgot to close the cowshed door, and the cow ran away overnight. She judged that she must have run into the back mountain in the direction of the hoof print.
Although the enthusiastic Lao Zhao has been lame for decades, he knows the familiarity of the back mountain and goes into the mountain to find a cow.
After several hours of entering the mountain, he didn't know that the cow was not found, but Lao Zhao stepped on the air and fell down the hillside. At that time, he felt that his eyes were full of stars, and he turned around for a long time before he stopped.
The head was broken and blood oozed out. It was nothing serious. What was more troublesome was that the other intact leg was broken. Now he limped and Lao Zhao couldn't get up at all.
He shouted for an hour or two without looking forward to the voice. His throat was hoarse, his legs were swollen and painful, and he felt completely disappointed. He was here for the rest of his life.
Old Zhao was next to the root of the tree, and the tips of the branches were ground. When he was about to carve the bark, he found that the plant next to him was very strange. The leaves were yellow and almost all fell off. Three red round fruits were hanging down from the branches, as big as pears, and the color was extremely charming, so fresh that the surrounding green plants were dull.
Lao Zhao is a scholar who knows astronomy and history, and has a wide range of knowledge, but has never seen such a strange red fruit.
Suddenly, he remembered that Japanese tourists often visited the back mountain in the early years, and said he wanted to find a kind of fruit called Longyang
The red fruits were even offered a high price, which made the whole village almost burst out and dug up all the mountains, but no red fruits were found.
There was an abandoned military base deep in the mountains. The village chief was worried that the Japanese were coming to steal information, so he ordered them to prohibit them from entering the village. When they saw one report the other, the matter gradually subsided.
Isn’t the red fruit in front of you the items offered by the Japanese?Lao Zhao vaguely remembered that at that time, the Japanese told him that this kind of fruit was highly toxic and was used for medical research and development and should not be eaten randomly.
He believed it to be true, so he naturally did not dare to pick and touch it randomly, and sat honestly in his place.
But the scorching sun was in the sky, and even if the leaves were blocked, Lao Zhao was so thirsty that he could not bear to live. His eyes were focused on the red fruits and he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.
In the end, the physiological courage to kill him was better than thirst. Lao Zhao boldly picked one of the fruits, then held them in his hand and observed them carefully, put them in his nose and smelled them, and the rich fragrance overflowed.
Lao Zhao regarded himself as the first warrior to eat crabs. After biting it, the juice splashed over. The flesh was sweet and delicious, and there was no core.
It was so delicious... He quickly finished one, picked the second one and ate it whole.
After entering the stomach, he finally felt full and no longer felt thirsty. What surprised him was that the pain, redness and swelling on his heels were relieved.
Is this the fruit of treating leg diseases?
Without thinking too much, he picked the last fruit and put it into his stomach. Then he felt a little warm, and his whole body seemed to be soaked in a hot spring, his limbs and lungs were stretched, his left ankle no longer swollen or painful, and his right leg seemed to be no longer lame?
He shuddered and tried to stand up, and found that all the physical pain had disappeared, his limbs and joints were no longer as clattering as before, and he was full of energy, as if he was several years younger.
Such a magical fruit made Lao Zhao feel worried. He searched for hundreds of meters in a radius, but never saw similar fruit plants again.
He left disappointed and spent several hours finally coming out of the mountains. Lao Zhao did not mention this experience to anyone, and the blind woman's cow was gone in the end.
She cried very sadly, so Lao Zhao gave her half of her living expenses.
After returning home, his testicles were ached that night and were swollen with the naked eye. Finally, they turned into two fists-sized balls, which scared Lao Zhao very much.
He went to the provincial capital in panic and registered, worried about terrible diseases such as tumor cancer.
The old doctor said calmly that the test report showed that the sperm survival rate was zero, and the testicles were healthy and there were no inflammatory damage. If you were worried, you could consider resection.
The word removal made Lao Zhao tremble for a moment. After learning that he was not sick, he hurriedly left the hospital.
The side effect of enlarged testicles is strong sexual desire. His heart, which has been in the forty-plus ten years, was stirred up ripples, and it is easy to get an erection with a slight stimulation. Therefore, as long as you see the little girl expose her arms and legs, Lao Zhao can't control his urge to lower body, and he can even masturbate four or five times a day.
The amount of semen sprayed out after each masturbation is quite large, and it is clear and translucent, with a faint fishy smell but not obvious.
The walls of Lao Zhao's bedside were covered with pictures of models cut from magazines. They all had big breasts and buttocks, and had a good figure. There were no traces of clean semen after they splashed.
Gradually, the mature woman at an older age could no longer appreciate Lao Zhao's sexual interest, but instead became fascinated by the young girl's body.
After Lao Zhao accidentally confiscated a male student's MP4 in class, it was stuffed with many physical impact videos.
How gorgeous and graceful the youthful body is, with smooth skin as tender as jade as snow. The smooth dove breasts hooked Lao Zhao's soul. He listened to his sweet moans, but his eyes were focused on the delicate pink nipples, and his heart was particularly shocked.
It turns out that the nipples of a young girl are not a black lump, it turns out that the areola can also be pink and red, it turns out that the skin can be as smooth and white as milk, and it turns out that the slit of the pubic hair without pubic hair is so clean and cute.
After watching the video, Lao Zhao couldn't calm down for a long time. That night, he tossed and turned, unable to help but masturbate. After masturbating, he looked at the ceiling and cried loudly.
At the age of 35, he had been single for a long time and met a woman of the same age through introduction. After the two gave birth to their first son, his wife quickly got leukemia and spent all the treatment costs of Lao Zhao and passed away.
At the age of 45, he met his second wife, seven years younger than him, and then gave birth to two boys and one girl.
The reason for the breakdown of the relationship between husband and wife was that the woman disliked Lao Zhao's poor appearance. Later, the court ruled that the two men belonged to Lao Zhao and the youngest daughter belonged to the woman.
The past is like smoke. Old Zhao, who has wasted most of his life, gradually became clear. He locked himself in a poor county in the mountains and has accepted his fate. He only hopes that his three sons who study and work in the city will have a future.
However, the youthful physical video in MP4 accidentally opened up the world of desire of Lao Zhao Chenfeng. He was like a demon. He kept sucking and went to school every morning, and then sucking and then sucking and then falling asleep safely.
The initial gesture was awkward and stiff, and he had to imitate the man in the video to know how to masturbate correctly. Whenever the ejaculation was completed, the mental emptiness and regret would stay for a short time, but it was more of a new experience.
It seems that only when he sees these young bodies and vents sexual desires, Lao Zhao feels that his life has come alive in the true sense, especially the girls in school are filled with innocent aura. Female hormones can not only make boys restless, but also comfort the old.
Tonight, it was another lonely night in the fields. The autumn became stronger. After Lao Zhao closed the window, he looked at the family portrait on the table. A couple sat on the chair, with three boys and a little girl standing in turn behind him.
The little girl who was crying back then finally went to college now, which is great.
He picked up the old photo frame, and although the surface was spotless, he still wiped it with his hands, and this habit lasted for more than ten years.
The next morning, Lao Zhao pushed his bicycle out of the courtyard. It happened to be a storm last night, and the road became muddy, deep and shallow, making it difficult to ride.
What surprised him was that five or six black cars were parked on the dilapidated village road in the distance, which were neat and majestic. I couldn't help but sigh: Isn't that Lu Yongping's house? Tsk, what a big scene.
There were two girls standing in the courtyard of the house. One of them, Lao Zhao, was known as Tang Wu, who was Lu Yongping's daughter-in-law. He had drunk the Lu family's wedding banquet two years ago. After counting on his fingers, Tang Wu is 24 years old this year.
Another girl wearing a black skirt and a little younger girl, Lao Zhao didn't know her at all, but you could hear this little girl speak loudly from afar: Hey, I dare to occupy my sister's land, and I'm so angry that I'm not good enough. I want to let this group of troublemakers taste my iron fist of Daxiao.
Dai'er!Tang Wu hurriedly stopped her high-profile declaration and pulled her into the house quickly, her voice pressing down very low.
Old Zhao finally knew what the little girl was named, but he couldn't hear the whispers of the sisters. He tilted his head, his eyes were attracted by the girl's slender legs.
Hello, old man!
A vicious bodyguard scolded Lao Zhao loudly, which scared him. The front of the car shook violently, and eventually wiped the rearview mirror of the car and overturned the ground with the person and the car.
The movement here quickly attracted Tang Wu's idea. She recognized Lao Zhao at a glance and hurriedly ran over to help him up: Teacher Zhao, are you okay?
It's okay, hey, he's so confused, the ground is wet and I can't see clearly.After Lao Zhao was helped up, he patted the yellow mud on his shoulder. Fortunately, several textbooks were fixed in the car basket and not dirty.
Xiao Dai was already scolding the bodyguard, while Tang Wu helped him tidy up his clothes apologetically and said softly: Teacher Zhao, are you going to school?
Well, I will have a monthly exam in a few days, so I have to keep an eye on those kids.
Teacher Zhao, the road ahead is difficult to walk, why don’t we send you to school?
No, no, really no.
Old Zhao waved his hand quickly, straightened his bicycle and said with a smile: You girl, don’t look down on me, let’s go.
Before leaving, he glanced at Tang Wu's beautiful legs again, pushed the 28 bar and pushed forward hard, feeling that some kind of desire seemed to be about to break through the chest, and if he didn't leave, he would make a fool of himself.
……
The weather in October is less vicious and more cool and cool.
The monthly exam was over, but Lao Zhao frowned. He wore reading glasses and carefully counted students' Chinese scores on paper. The more he looked, the colder he felt. The children's monthly exam scores were really bad.
After a series of reforms in the Chinese language test paper, the 30 people who gave up the exam in the class were excluded from the benchmark with a full score of 130. The average score of the remaining 20 students was only 60 points. Not to mention that compared with the children in the provincial capital, even compared with the county’s No. 1 high school, it was a full 40 points worse than that of the county town’s number one high school...
This is still a single Chinese subject.
If Lao Zhao is not the head teacher, then this problem will be left to another person with a headache.
The highest score in Chinese is a girl named Lin Jing. She scored 102 points. She is also the student with the best monthly score in the whole class. As her name suggests, she is quiet and restrained, and looks small and cute.
Many teachers praised her that she may be the most promising seedling in the village this year.
After carefully analyzing Lin Jing’s Chinese paper, Lao Zhao found that the type of question that lost the most points was classical Chinese reading. After he explained the wrong questions in the office, Lin Jing did not leave as before, but made a request in a low voice: Teacher, are you free on the weekend?
Lao Zhao unscrewed the thermos pot and asked while drinking: Well, what's wrong?
If, teacher, you can take some time to help me... make up for the lessons, it only takes a while for me to have no shortcomings in my Chinese language, is that OK?
Lin Jing was uneasy, and Lao Zhao saw it all, and he didn't hesitate: OK, I'll go back and sort out the question types. As long as you can get into college, we old bones will die without regrets. Haha.
The teachers next to them were also amused.
After getting Lao Zhao's approval, Lin Jing breathed a sigh of relief, said thank you to the teacher, and then left the office lightly.
After school, Lao Zhao still rode his beloved 28 bar through the village road, feeling inexplicably happy.
These days when he came home from get off work, he could see Tang Wu tidying up the green plants in front of the courtyard. The two of them inadvertently greeted and greeted him, making him feel like the autumn wind, believing that the beauty of the world will definitely happen.
But this afternoon, when Lao Zhao saw that the courtyard of the Lu family was empty, he realized that Tang Wu and the others had returned to the city, and he felt disappointed...
The girl's legs are so beautiful, but unfortunately she won't be able to see them in the future.
Time soon came early Sunday morning.
Old Zhao got up in the morning and masturbated as usual, standing at the head of the bed and staring at the poster on the wall to exercise his skills.
When I reached the second half of the journey of my exercise, there was a ding dong and knocking in the living room: Teacher, I am Lin Jing, are you at home?
Old Zhao's face was red and his yellow cheeks were wrinkled, and he had no time to pay attention to the movement outside during the sprint.
The ding dong sound in the living room was still ringing, and Lin Jing's voice changed from doubt to rapid: Teacher, teacher?Are you at home?
The paper in the room had been used up. Lao Zhao, who was on the eve of ejaculation, was looking for containers everywhere. Finally, he hurriedly brought a paper cup and sprayed all the semen in.
After ejaculation, he became vague and empty. He was stunned for a while, put on his pants, and walked slowly to the living room to open the door.
The moment Lin Jing saw the teacher, she was obviously relieved and said guiltily: Teacher, have you... Is it that I disturbed you to sleep?
Lao Zhao took a lot of effort to recover and showed a kind smile: It's nothing, come in.
Lin Jing was wearing a white dress, and her clothes were a little faded and old. She sat at the dining table in the living room, opened her schoolbag, took out a ball of paper money from it and handed it to Lao Zhao: Teacher, this is the tutoring fee given by my mother, although it is not much, please accept it.
Seven or eight old 10 yuan notes are stacked below, with 5 yuan and 2 yuan on top, and a coin, which adds up to 100 yuan.
Lao Zhao's face suddenly became unfavorable, and he shook his hand: Take back the money quickly, otherwise I will drive you away.
Seeing that the teacher was serious, Lin Jing did not dare to disobey and stuffed the money back into her schoolbag.
Perhaps because of the angle, when Lin Jing sat down and leaned forward, the collar was opened very low, and Lao Zhao could easily see the white bust inside wrapped around his soft breast.
His old face turned slightly red, he pushed his reading glasses, dared not look at him anymore, and turned his gaze back to the exercises.
Halfway through the tutoring session, Lao Zhao asked her to drink water and rest: The paper cup and the cold water kettle are there, you pour it yourself.
Lin Jing nodded obediently and stood up and left.
After a while, Old Zhao suddenly remembered something, and didn't care about pretending to be a lame person. He quickly got up and shouted: Alas, wait, you can't drink water!
It was too late. The paper cup in Lin Jing's hand even had a little dry mark of semen on the outside. After drinking the water in the paper cup, she looked at Lao Zhao in confusion: Teacher, water?Can't drink it?
Old Zhao was stunned, the two of them stared at each other, and the air was almost frozen.
In the end, Lao Zhao took the lead in speaking: Can it drink water?
Well, you can drink it, the water at the teacher’s house is very sweet.To prove that the water was sweet, she poured another glass of cold water and drank it into her mouth.
Sweet, good, sweet...
Seeing that there was nothing wrong with the east window, Old Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and realized that the cold sweat from his forehead was seeping out.
Lin Jing did not drink the third cup, and a layer of crimson was applied to her cheeks, which quickly spread to her jade neck. Her delicate body even shook slightly, almost unable to stand firm.
Old Zhao was frightened and quickly supported her to sit on the bench, his voice trembling: Oh, child, don’t scare teacher Ah, what’s wrong with you?Where is it uncomfortable?
Teacher, I... it's okay, I... Lin Jing bit her lip. At first, she could hold it up. Later, she was placed on Lao Zhao's shoulder, closed her eyes, and she seemed to cry.
The sudden symptoms made Lao Zhao confused. He didn't help him, nor did he not help him.
Lin Jing's legs were tightly closed, and she grabbed the corner of her skirt with her palms, trying hard to endure, her low moan turned into moans, and her reserve turned into light gasps.
The girl's fragrant body fragrance moved Lao Zhao's concentration. No matter how dull he was, he knew that something had happened to Lin Jing. But what caused the change? Sweet water?
Teacher, I...sorry...I...I can't help it.
With a sob, Lin Jing's body shook regularly, and she fell into a confused desire, moaning in a low voice, and had long ignored the ethics of teachers and students.
Lao Zhao's crotch had already bulged. Looking at the girl's cheeks were hot and full of clouds, her delicate body was surging, and her tempting moans made him dry and his wrists couldn't help but put on the girl's shoulders, trembling slightly.
After a long time, Lin Jing, who had recovered from her senses, was so embarrassed that she dared not look up. She said in a slight crying voice: Teacher, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I didn't mean it, whisper.
She quickly pushed Lao Zhao away, grabbed her schoolbag and quickly rushed out.
Lin Jing, Lin Jing!You're back, alright!After all, Lao Zhao is old and his legs are still not smooth, so he can only stand at the threshold and watch the female student run away.
No one can tell Lao Zhao what happened.
He staggered back to the living room, picked up the kettle and poured himself a cup, which was colorless and tasteless, and drank Lin Jing's cup, which had a little sweetness left on it, and it seemed that it was his own semen smell.
He retching a few times, threw away the paper cup in disgust, turned his head and found that there was a large pool of clear water stains in the place where Lin Jing was sitting just now.
It's really a sin...
Old Zhao sat aside dejectedly, his eyes empty, and his mind was both confused and confused.
After a while, he looked at the water stain, hesitated for a long time, then looked outside the door, slowly got up behind, and closed the door tightly.
He drenched a trace of water stain on his wrinkled fingertips, and put it on his nose and smelled it. It was smellless and stuck it into his mouth, and the fragrance suddenly came.
Lao Zhao can be sure that this is definitely not urine. He frowned and did not seem to look like vaginal fluid.But what is certain is that these water stains all flow out of the girl's skirt.
When he thought of this, his crotch became even more uncomfortable, and he took out his penis and fist bag.
The faint fragrance was like aphrodisiac for Lao Zhao, his penis swollen and his glans jumped slightly.
A little vaginal fluid was dipped in my fingers, and it was shiny on the glans in an instant, as if it was merged into one with the girl's body.
Lin Jing's well-behaved appearance appeared in his mind. His fresh and lively body was lying under his crotch, pounding forward with force. While making soft and sweet panting, he was also calling his teacher's title.
Lin Jing, I want to fuck you, come quickly...
Lao Zhao's neck veins were raised, his eyes widened, his nostrils were whispering, and his arms were shaking back and forth on his penis.
He is a scholar. At this moment, he has a lot of desire. He has forgotten benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness, his teacher's ethics, and only remembers his delicate and fiery body.
The sperm was discharged from the flood. He moaned and shot his descendants into the pool of vaginal fluid. The two body fluids magically blended together and turned into a more turbid, pale white liquid.
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