At the dining table, Peter told Ding Ling that he was going to take her home to meet his parents. Although Ding Ling felt suddenly, she was not too surprised. Ding Ling seemed to suddenly understand the reason why Peter invited her to this house for the weekend. Although Ding Ling could not directly ask Peter what he did, it was obvious that Peter had some kind of communication with his parents.
Seeing the invitation from his parents, in Ding Ling's dictionary, the subconscious explanation was to go to the point where the elderly in their family agreed to their marriage. Hearing Peter say this, Ding Ling was happy, but her face did not show directly, so she asked calmly: Your parents agree to me?Is it true?You couldn't force them?
How could it be?I didn't force them, it was my mother who offered to invite you to our house to play.Peter replied.
Why didn't I hear you talk about Ah before?You can't fool me, are you?Ding Ling was still a little skeptical.
What am I fooling you?This is of course true. Before I came home for Thanksgiving this time, my mother specifically told me Ah.Peter explained.
After hearing Peter say this, Ding Ling is basically sure that Peter takes her home to meet his family. This is what she has always expected. Without this important step, the second step, the third step, etc. will not be able to take it.
Thinking of this, her emotions were also motivated. She picked up a piece of ham meat, rolled a piece of lettuce, and fed it to Peter's mouth.
Peter opened his mouth open with confidence and put the food in one bite.
While taking the initiative to show his attention, Ding Ling continued to ask Peter's next thoughts: Then how did you introduce me to your parents?
I told them that I had a very beautiful Asian girlfriend, to be precise, from mainland China, and they were all very happy for me. Do you know, my parents are both traditional, for fear that I would be dating foreign ethnic groups, especially girls from South Asia or Africa, and my mother would be afraid of death.
Peter said while chewing the food in his mouth.
By the way, I showed them your photos.
Before Ding Ling could speak, Peter continued to add.
Then what do they say after seeing my photos?Ding Ling asked with concern.
Everyone says you are beautiful, but my sister seems to be jealous, haha.
After saying that, Peter was a little proud and raised his glass toast to Ding Ling.
Ding Ling has full confidence in her appearance and appearance, so she knows the initial impression of Peter's family, and is somewhat proud.
Ding Ling picked up a big prawn, peeled it, handed it to Peter's mouth, and then took one for herself, peeled it, and ate it. The whole movement was coherent and natural.
After a pause, Ding Ling raised her glass to celebrate with Peter.
Perhaps it was the tossing before the meal that consumed a lot of energy and calories between the two of them. Ding Ling and Peter's appetite is now very good. In addition to replenishing some high-calorie seafood and meat, Ding Ling also allocated some vegetable salad to Peter's plate and added red wine.
The romantic and warm elements of fine wine, beautiful women, and good night are all there, making Peter feel like he has experienced the warm home life in advance.
Ding Ling arranged in a row, and Peter also enjoyed it very much.
At the end of the meal, the two of them almost started to feed each other one bite at a time.
After drinking enough, Ding Ling was a little hot because she drank a lot of red wine, but she still quietly and naturally cleaned up the dining table, tableware and bowls and chopsticks like a hostess. Then she burned a pot of boiling water and brewed a cup of green tea for Peter, which made Peter feel very comfortable.
Seeing Ding Ling rushing to finish all the housework, Peter felt a little disgusted and hurriedly pulled Ding Ling to the rattan chair in the yard to rest.
The two of them sat side by side, feeling the slight sea breeze, the twinkling neon lights, the flickering stars in the sky, and enjoying the beautiful night and beautiful scenery.
As the night became darker and the temperature outside became lower and lower, Peter hugged Ding Ling and returned to the indoors.
This time it was Peter's turn to be busy. Peter sat Ding Ling'an on the sofa, turned on the TV by himself, helped find a blockbuster movie, then ran to the kitchen to pick up two goblets, carried a bottle of wine, put it on the coffee table, poured wine each, and continued to drink with Ding Ling.
Ding Ling knew very well that Peter was not going to drink herself. The wine was so consistent with the atmosphere of being alone between the two of them now. Good nights always had to accompany the fine wine.
Although Ding Ling did not take the initiative to raise her glass to Peter, she did not refuse Peter's invitation to her.
Peter sat behind Ding Ling, put his right hand around Ding Ling's waist and leaned against the sofa.
The blockbusters played on the TV screen did not actually attract too much attention from the two people, they enjoyed the feeling of staying together.
Happy times always seem particularly short. Ding Ling felt that it was too late, so she turned around and said to Peter: Peter, it’s getting late, it’s time for me to go home.After saying that, I wanted to stand up.
Don’t worry, tomorrow is the weekend, why are you worried?
Peter took Ding Ling's hand and refused to let her get up.
Come on, and then drink.
Peter picked up the wine glass again and invited Ding Ling to continue drinking.
Come on, if you dare to let me drink, I will drink.
Ding Ling agreed, raised her glass, tilted her neck and drank it.
You don't leave tonight, okay?Peter said.
Me, I'd better leave...
Ding Ling didn't want to leave, but she couldn't be sure about Peter's true thoughts, so she pretended to leave.
Don't, don't leave, it's very late now, and I'm drinking too much, so I can't drive you back.OK?Peter explained.
After hearing Peter's words, Ding Ling stopped saying anything, for fear that she would upset Peter if she said too much. No matter what, Peter also found a way to leave her.
It was getting late, so Peter got up and pulled Ding Ling to walk to the master bedroom on the second floor. When he came to the room, he helped Ding Ling sit on the big bed.
Since both of them drank some alcohol and seemed too lazy to take a shower, Peter squatted down with a little shake, helped Ding Ling take off her shoes, put her feet on the bed, and then took off her shoes himself, and the two lay down side by side.
Lying on the big bed in the master bedroom of Peter's house, Ding Ling should be said to be proud. She hopes to make this state a normal state as soon as possible through her performance in the bed. Thinking of this, she deliberately muttered to Peter: Oh, I think it's so hot.
Yeah?I feel hot, too.Peter responded to her.
As soon as Peter finished speaking, the two of them tacitly began to take off their clothes and then lay down side by side.
At this time, Ding Ling had only a sexy bra on her upper body and a short pink underwear on her lower body, and Peter was already naked with only a pair of flat-angled underwear on her body.
Ding Ling didn't want to twist anymore. She turned over and lay on Peter. With the help of alcohol, the blind date of the skin made the two of them feel again soon, and their bodies became even hotter. The two of them couldn't help but hug each other tightly.
Although Peter was pressed under Ding Ling, his passion began to surge. As long as Ding Ling's lower body moved slightly, the lower body in her underwear would not be stable and she would not have to stand up straight.
Wine may have different effects from other strong liquors. The wines Peter drank at night made him more excited, and his desire was soon aroused.
Ding Ling fully felt Peter's impulse. She leaned halfway and half lying on Peter's body. She felt Peter's big hand wandering on her back. Her jade hand naturally reached out to the outside of Peter's underwear, and then grabbed Peter's life inside and said: It bullies me.
Ding Ling said while continuing to rub his underwear with her hands.
Seeing Ding Ling provoking herself actively, Peter no longer held back. He hugged Ding Ling tightly, pressed her under her body, and kissed her wildly on her forehead, cheeks and neck. Ding Ling was so hot that she was kissed by him that she was hot and the heat was rolling. There was no way, and the two of them kissed almost frenzy.
Peter simply quickly took off everything from Ding Ling's body with his hands, rubbing and kneading her with his two big hands casually. Ding Ling's sexual desire was completely stirred by Peter, and he was almost unable to control himself, and he made an ecstatic moan.
She stretched out her hand randomly and took off Peter's boxer briefly.
Peter reached out to the base of Ding Ling's thighs and touched her mysterious place, which was like a tropical rainforest, and was wet and hot.
Peter gently stroked from top to bottom and found a slippery ditch. His fingers were walking involuntarily along the ditch.
Peter moved his fingers in and felt Ding Ling clamping her thighs, her body trembled involuntarily, and her mouth murmured: Oh, Peter, you hate it, I can't stand it.I want...you.
Hearing Ding Ling's call, Peter spread Ding Ling's legs apart, turned over and pressed it up rudely, and quickly pushed into Ding Ling's body with his gun, and began to thrust in and out of no effort.
Peter's almost done coherent action made Ding Ling feel like she was dying.
Peter thrust regularly and vigorously, making Ding Ling's voice whisper. Their crotch were already wet. Perhaps because they vented once before dinner, Peter's sustainability seemed to be longer this time, allowing Ding Ling to enjoy a longer pleasure.
Ding Ling raised her upper body slightly, hugged Peter's waist with her hands, pulled her hard towards her body, and cooperated vigorously.
After a long period of thrusting, Peter finally couldn't hold it in. With Ding Ling humming one after another, Peter finally shot his precious energy into Ding Ling's body. Ding Ling screamed almost at the same time, holding Peter's waist with both hands. Peter's bullet was like a current, and Ding Ling's whole body was transparent and comfortable.
One night, he scored twice with Ding Ling, which made Peter feel very happy.
Ding Ling took the initiative to get some tissues in the bathroom, and threw a hot towel to clean Peter's lower body, just like a virtuous and considerate wife.
Peter hugged Ding Ling in his arms, a little tired.Ding Ling stroked Peter's cheek with her hands and said coquettishly: Are you happy tonight?
It's so cool, thank you!
Peter closed his eyes slightly, nodded while kissing Ding Ling's forehead.
Are you and I still polite?Hate.Ding Ling said coquettishly.
OK, I'm not polite to you, my good wife.Peter quipped.
Who is your wife? I hate it, I don’t have any signs of integrity.
Ding Ling deliberately pinched Peter's face, by the way, when are you going to take me to see your family Ah?
Ding Ling asked, and to avoid embarrassment, she pressed her face against Peter's cheek.
Let’s prepare some gifts for Christmas. I’ll take you back on Christmas. Is it OK?Peter asked.
This was the sentence Ding Ling wanted to hear the most throughout the night. Peter finally gave a clear time point, and her heart was finally let go.
I'll listen to you, and you'll tell me how to prepare at that time?Ding Ling replied gently.
No problem, the preparation is not that complicated.
Peter stroked Ding Ling's hair with his hands and said casually.
OK, then I'll listen to you.
Ding Ling replied, then kissed Peter in the face.
I want you to hold me to sleep tonight.
After saying that, Ding Ling hid her body into Peter's arms.Peter couldn't ask for anything, and the two hugged each other tightly and fell asleep soon...
Seeing the invitation from his parents, in Ding Ling's dictionary, the subconscious explanation was to go to the point where the elderly in their family agreed to their marriage. Hearing Peter say this, Ding Ling was happy, but her face did not show directly, so she asked calmly: Your parents agree to me?Is it true?You couldn't force them?
How could it be?I didn't force them, it was my mother who offered to invite you to our house to play.Peter replied.
Why didn't I hear you talk about Ah before?You can't fool me, are you?Ding Ling was still a little skeptical.
What am I fooling you?This is of course true. Before I came home for Thanksgiving this time, my mother specifically told me Ah.Peter explained.
After hearing Peter say this, Ding Ling is basically sure that Peter takes her home to meet his family. This is what she has always expected. Without this important step, the second step, the third step, etc. will not be able to take it.
Thinking of this, her emotions were also motivated. She picked up a piece of ham meat, rolled a piece of lettuce, and fed it to Peter's mouth.
Peter opened his mouth open with confidence and put the food in one bite.
While taking the initiative to show his attention, Ding Ling continued to ask Peter's next thoughts: Then how did you introduce me to your parents?
I told them that I had a very beautiful Asian girlfriend, to be precise, from mainland China, and they were all very happy for me. Do you know, my parents are both traditional, for fear that I would be dating foreign ethnic groups, especially girls from South Asia or Africa, and my mother would be afraid of death.
Peter said while chewing the food in his mouth.
By the way, I showed them your photos.
Before Ding Ling could speak, Peter continued to add.
Then what do they say after seeing my photos?Ding Ling asked with concern.
Everyone says you are beautiful, but my sister seems to be jealous, haha.
After saying that, Peter was a little proud and raised his glass toast to Ding Ling.
Ding Ling has full confidence in her appearance and appearance, so she knows the initial impression of Peter's family, and is somewhat proud.
Ding Ling picked up a big prawn, peeled it, handed it to Peter's mouth, and then took one for herself, peeled it, and ate it. The whole movement was coherent and natural.
After a pause, Ding Ling raised her glass to celebrate with Peter.
Perhaps it was the tossing before the meal that consumed a lot of energy and calories between the two of them. Ding Ling and Peter's appetite is now very good. In addition to replenishing some high-calorie seafood and meat, Ding Ling also allocated some vegetable salad to Peter's plate and added red wine.
The romantic and warm elements of fine wine, beautiful women, and good night are all there, making Peter feel like he has experienced the warm home life in advance.
Ding Ling arranged in a row, and Peter also enjoyed it very much.
At the end of the meal, the two of them almost started to feed each other one bite at a time.
After drinking enough, Ding Ling was a little hot because she drank a lot of red wine, but she still quietly and naturally cleaned up the dining table, tableware and bowls and chopsticks like a hostess. Then she burned a pot of boiling water and brewed a cup of green tea for Peter, which made Peter feel very comfortable.
Seeing Ding Ling rushing to finish all the housework, Peter felt a little disgusted and hurriedly pulled Ding Ling to the rattan chair in the yard to rest.
The two of them sat side by side, feeling the slight sea breeze, the twinkling neon lights, the flickering stars in the sky, and enjoying the beautiful night and beautiful scenery.
As the night became darker and the temperature outside became lower and lower, Peter hugged Ding Ling and returned to the indoors.
This time it was Peter's turn to be busy. Peter sat Ding Ling'an on the sofa, turned on the TV by himself, helped find a blockbuster movie, then ran to the kitchen to pick up two goblets, carried a bottle of wine, put it on the coffee table, poured wine each, and continued to drink with Ding Ling.
Ding Ling knew very well that Peter was not going to drink herself. The wine was so consistent with the atmosphere of being alone between the two of them now. Good nights always had to accompany the fine wine.
Although Ding Ling did not take the initiative to raise her glass to Peter, she did not refuse Peter's invitation to her.
Peter sat behind Ding Ling, put his right hand around Ding Ling's waist and leaned against the sofa.
The blockbusters played on the TV screen did not actually attract too much attention from the two people, they enjoyed the feeling of staying together.
Happy times always seem particularly short. Ding Ling felt that it was too late, so she turned around and said to Peter: Peter, it’s getting late, it’s time for me to go home.After saying that, I wanted to stand up.
Don’t worry, tomorrow is the weekend, why are you worried?
Peter took Ding Ling's hand and refused to let her get up.
Come on, and then drink.
Peter picked up the wine glass again and invited Ding Ling to continue drinking.
Come on, if you dare to let me drink, I will drink.
Ding Ling agreed, raised her glass, tilted her neck and drank it.
You don't leave tonight, okay?Peter said.
Me, I'd better leave...
Ding Ling didn't want to leave, but she couldn't be sure about Peter's true thoughts, so she pretended to leave.
Don't, don't leave, it's very late now, and I'm drinking too much, so I can't drive you back.OK?Peter explained.
After hearing Peter's words, Ding Ling stopped saying anything, for fear that she would upset Peter if she said too much. No matter what, Peter also found a way to leave her.
It was getting late, so Peter got up and pulled Ding Ling to walk to the master bedroom on the second floor. When he came to the room, he helped Ding Ling sit on the big bed.
Since both of them drank some alcohol and seemed too lazy to take a shower, Peter squatted down with a little shake, helped Ding Ling take off her shoes, put her feet on the bed, and then took off her shoes himself, and the two lay down side by side.
Lying on the big bed in the master bedroom of Peter's house, Ding Ling should be said to be proud. She hopes to make this state a normal state as soon as possible through her performance in the bed. Thinking of this, she deliberately muttered to Peter: Oh, I think it's so hot.
Yeah?I feel hot, too.Peter responded to her.
As soon as Peter finished speaking, the two of them tacitly began to take off their clothes and then lay down side by side.
At this time, Ding Ling had only a sexy bra on her upper body and a short pink underwear on her lower body, and Peter was already naked with only a pair of flat-angled underwear on her body.
Ding Ling didn't want to twist anymore. She turned over and lay on Peter. With the help of alcohol, the blind date of the skin made the two of them feel again soon, and their bodies became even hotter. The two of them couldn't help but hug each other tightly.
Although Peter was pressed under Ding Ling, his passion began to surge. As long as Ding Ling's lower body moved slightly, the lower body in her underwear would not be stable and she would not have to stand up straight.
Wine may have different effects from other strong liquors. The wines Peter drank at night made him more excited, and his desire was soon aroused.
Ding Ling fully felt Peter's impulse. She leaned halfway and half lying on Peter's body. She felt Peter's big hand wandering on her back. Her jade hand naturally reached out to the outside of Peter's underwear, and then grabbed Peter's life inside and said: It bullies me.
Ding Ling said while continuing to rub his underwear with her hands.
Seeing Ding Ling provoking herself actively, Peter no longer held back. He hugged Ding Ling tightly, pressed her under her body, and kissed her wildly on her forehead, cheeks and neck. Ding Ling was so hot that she was kissed by him that she was hot and the heat was rolling. There was no way, and the two of them kissed almost frenzy.
Peter simply quickly took off everything from Ding Ling's body with his hands, rubbing and kneading her with his two big hands casually. Ding Ling's sexual desire was completely stirred by Peter, and he was almost unable to control himself, and he made an ecstatic moan.
She stretched out her hand randomly and took off Peter's boxer briefly.
Peter reached out to the base of Ding Ling's thighs and touched her mysterious place, which was like a tropical rainforest, and was wet and hot.
Peter gently stroked from top to bottom and found a slippery ditch. His fingers were walking involuntarily along the ditch.
Peter moved his fingers in and felt Ding Ling clamping her thighs, her body trembled involuntarily, and her mouth murmured: Oh, Peter, you hate it, I can't stand it.I want...you.
Hearing Ding Ling's call, Peter spread Ding Ling's legs apart, turned over and pressed it up rudely, and quickly pushed into Ding Ling's body with his gun, and began to thrust in and out of no effort.
Peter's almost done coherent action made Ding Ling feel like she was dying.
Peter thrust regularly and vigorously, making Ding Ling's voice whisper. Their crotch were already wet. Perhaps because they vented once before dinner, Peter's sustainability seemed to be longer this time, allowing Ding Ling to enjoy a longer pleasure.
Ding Ling raised her upper body slightly, hugged Peter's waist with her hands, pulled her hard towards her body, and cooperated vigorously.
After a long period of thrusting, Peter finally couldn't hold it in. With Ding Ling humming one after another, Peter finally shot his precious energy into Ding Ling's body. Ding Ling screamed almost at the same time, holding Peter's waist with both hands. Peter's bullet was like a current, and Ding Ling's whole body was transparent and comfortable.
One night, he scored twice with Ding Ling, which made Peter feel very happy.
Ding Ling took the initiative to get some tissues in the bathroom, and threw a hot towel to clean Peter's lower body, just like a virtuous and considerate wife.
Peter hugged Ding Ling in his arms, a little tired.Ding Ling stroked Peter's cheek with her hands and said coquettishly: Are you happy tonight?
It's so cool, thank you!
Peter closed his eyes slightly, nodded while kissing Ding Ling's forehead.
Are you and I still polite?Hate.Ding Ling said coquettishly.
OK, I'm not polite to you, my good wife.Peter quipped.
Who is your wife? I hate it, I don’t have any signs of integrity.
Ding Ling deliberately pinched Peter's face, by the way, when are you going to take me to see your family Ah?
Ding Ling asked, and to avoid embarrassment, she pressed her face against Peter's cheek.
Let’s prepare some gifts for Christmas. I’ll take you back on Christmas. Is it OK?Peter asked.
This was the sentence Ding Ling wanted to hear the most throughout the night. Peter finally gave a clear time point, and her heart was finally let go.
I'll listen to you, and you'll tell me how to prepare at that time?Ding Ling replied gently.
No problem, the preparation is not that complicated.
Peter stroked Ding Ling's hair with his hands and said casually.
OK, then I'll listen to you.
Ding Ling replied, then kissed Peter in the face.
I want you to hold me to sleep tonight.
After saying that, Ding Ling hid her body into Peter's arms.Peter couldn't ask for anything, and the two hugged each other tightly and fell asleep soon...
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