Chapter 3 Aunt Bao

About mid-August, the sixth brother and his family went out to collect seafood. It took about ten days to go, and the ninth uncle suddenly disappeared. Atai's life suddenly became a little bored. He could only occasionally follow the little kid to go to the sea and lick some seafood protein on the dining table. In fact, life in the countryside is extremely poor. The three pounds of pork belly brought by my father were marinated in a salt jar by my grandma. In the summer in the south, two weeks later, it actually had a faint smell, but my grandma cut off two thin slices the next day.

All of them were in Atai's stomach. Uncle Jiu's mountain wine was not available every day. As soon as he disappeared, Atai's favorite drink also disappeared. He ate sweet potatoes in two consecutive days, with the small fish and crabs he touched. The number was amazing, but there was no oil and water. The southern diet was so bland that it almost had no taste. It made Atai, a half-year-old boy, so hungry that his eyes turned green. Especially recently, he had no sperm. When he woke up in the middle of the night, his stomach roared and it was difficult to fall asleep.

On that day, Uncle Bao, who was next door, came back. Uncle Bao was a member of the clan. After graduating from high school, he could not join the army to recruit workers. As a result, he could only go to the town to study carpenters. Uncle Bao was just nineteen years old that year, and had two tender beards hanging on the corner of his mouth. Aunt Thirteen was one year younger than him. She was a matchmaker in the town. She had a junior high school education and was a substitute for class in the school. The couple was considered a rare cultural person in the village.

It has been about two weeks since Atai returned to the countryside. In addition to the first meal my father gave Atai, Atai was full of oil. The rice made by Aunt Bao was the most suitable for Atai's taste. The fragrant and crystal clear bacon rice was naturally not to mention. A tomato and eggplant was also sweet and sour. The minced meat eggplant was made with thick lard. It was very rare. My aunt actually brought out a plate of pepper stir-fried clams and tepid white steamed buns. For the taste of birth in the army, it was simply an invincible delicacy among the small fish and sweet potatoes with clear soup.

The young woman with two braids was very quiet. She was so quiet that Atae was next to Atae's house. Atae almost didn't notice her existence. After this meal, she had no sense of existence. She suddenly had a halo in Atae's eyes, and she immediately became much more pleasing to her.

This month, Uncle Bao, the carpenter, took the settlement wage home. He was also taciturn and smiled very honestly. He felt a little dull when he read. A pair of glasses with thick bottoms on the bottom of the wine bottle, which made people feel that he was a little slow to react.

Grandma said that Uncle Bao was a little stupid when he was a child, but he was very employed in studying and was completely unfamiliar with the worldly style. His major life events were basically grown up and married under the care of his grandmother. Although he was not related by blood, he also called his grandmother a mother. So this time he started his master, he specially called his grandmother and Atai.

At that meal, until the sun set, Atai praised Aunt Thirteen's cooking skills in a variety of ways. Atai didn't know that when he was hungry, people would become so eloquent, and only made her happy. Her cheeks flushed. As for Uncle Bao, Atai ate 6 big steamed buns. The first time she felt like she was eating her whole meal, it was still very hot after the meal. Grandma asked Atai to go to play with her friends after the meal, but Uncle Ninth didn't know where she went, and she locked her head on the wooden door, and no one was at home. Atai took a shower around the big well and left the player.

The old house on the summer night is very stuffy, and Atai has no place to go, so he can only lie on the stone slats in the alley. The upset cicadas gradually subsided, but the frogs, cucumbers and crickets took over the sonata early, giving the quiet summer night a more background music

It was really hot in the summer night. Even after watering the stone slats, they still felt slightly hot after lying for a while. The stone slats like this in grandma's house were soon marked with a shadow by Atai's sweat. Atai could only get up and move to the stone slats near the small well of Uncle Bao's house.

Well...silk... Suddenly, a female voice came from Ate's ear, which seemed to be a little painful inhaling, mixed with a low cry, but the tone was half rising and it was quickly controlled by breathing, and then it was led by the regular slap sound. Ate's inner curiosity was quickly driven, and his ears were almost instantly erected towards the source of the sound, which was Uncle Bao's house!

The moan that seemed like a cat-crying spring wanted to be a powerful magnet, brought Atai to Uncle Bao's door. The sound of the slap became clearer and clearer. In the intervening, there was also Uncle Bao's heavy breathing. A meaningless roar was made in his throat. Aunt Thirteen seemed to be more painful. You could feel that she was controlling her breathing with force. But at the moment the sound of the slap, the gate that was trying hard to control was hit by a small surge. Ruge and crying moans squeezed out along the gap between the gate. Before the next impact came, it quickly became smaller and could not wait for the gate to be completely closed. The next impact came again, and the seductive moans kept rising and falling. Although Atai did not fully understand what it meant, under the control of the primitive instinct of the human body, his heartbeat accelerated for no reason, and his breathing became as rapid and heavy as Uncle Bao's stroke. The pounding heartbeat was like a big drum, and his ears seemed to be congested.

But more blood sprinted to another part of his body. His penis swelled almost instantly, and his small panties suddenly became extremely tight. The secretion of hormones made Atai's tongue dry and his pores contracted. Just as he was thinking of putting his eyes on the crack of the door, the sound of slap suddenly stopped, and someone seemed to walk towards the door.

Atai quickly returned the cat with his body to a door hole in grandma's house. After a long squeak, the door shaft was slowly moved, and Uncle Bao's door was gently pulled open.

The layout of the southern terrace houses is two door holes per household, one on the left and right, but in rural areas it is commonly called front and back doors. The distance between the front and back doors of two neighboring households is less than one meter.

After Uncle Bao opened the door, he poked his head out. His breathing was clearly audible. Atai held his breath hard, dared not make any sound, and his muscles tightly contracted, as if this could reduce the embarrassment of being discovered.

But Uncle Bao didn't stop at all. His footsteps walked away again. Soon Atai heard him gently open the back door.

Don't open the door... You're going to die, low, it's Aunt Thirteen's voice. The answer to her was a brief silence, followed by a slight creaking sound of the bamboo bed, which seemed to have been struggling silently for a while. Then Aunt Thirteen sighed and the sound of a slap began again

Why open the door?

It's hot

No, Bao, what should I do if someone hears it? Aunt Bao begged like singing and crying, aren't you afraid? Mom can't hear it

But...but...Atai...well...

Got asleep

Atai...oh...just sleep at the door

He didn't even have any hair, hiss... tight... ah...

Atai felt that his lower body was about to explode, and his curiosity overcame fear. The tall pomegranate tree, the slanted shadow, just covered the back door of grandma's house and the front door of uncle Bao's house. Atai took off his sandals without saying a word, and quietly touched the front door hole of Uncle Bao's house on tiptoe.

Under the silver moonlight, she passed through the back door of Uncle Bao's house and shone on the two tangled oily bodies. Aunt Bao's white body was particularly obvious. Her arms were pressed by Uncle Bao's head, and her legs were tightly wrapped around Uncle Bao's waist. Uncle Bao's thin body swung slightly back and forth.

This is fucking! This is fucking! All the imaginations and ignorances, the naughty descriptions of Uncle Jiu, and the trembling trembling in the dream, all overlapped, making Atai lose his mind. Unconsciously, his hand held his penis that had expanded to the extreme and quickly moved back and forth as he imitated the movements of Uncle Jiu and Brother Liu.

Uncle Bao's movements continued to speed up. Aunt Bao stopped talking and could only make unspeakable panting. Um...um...um...um...um

Ou, Ou, Ou...sexy, slutty pussy...small...small...small...uncle Bao moves faster and faster, and Aunt Bao's two white and bright legs no longer seem to be clamped tightly, but instead, slowly open it

Atai's eyes were driven by tender thighs, and he stayed at the place where the two of them had sex, and he was attracted tightly and stopped moving. At the same time, the frequency of his right hand and Uncle Bao was almost the same. He seemed to be about to fly. The feeling of floating was something he had never experienced before, but the sight of the door shaft was not wide enough. Aunt Bao's head turned to the other side against the wall. Uncle Bao's thick-soled glasses seemed to be not wearing them. It seemed safe to look directly. Atai's footsteps unconsciously brought him into the door. He boldly extended half of his head behind the door panel. Ah...ah... hissing, ejaculated, ah!

Uncle Bao arched his back and pressed his lower body against Aunt Bao's vagina. A deep inside his throat made a low beast-like roar. Aunt Bao's ecstasy moans and the collision of physical collisions intertwined to form the most beautiful music in the world.

At this time, an irresistible tremor came from the depths of Atai's soul. The pleasure accumulated to the top exploded from the top of his penis. The world exploded in the whole moment, as if nothing had existed. One stream of semen was fired out like a shell. The last trace of reason made him shrink his head back behind the door panel, and at the same time, he bit his jaw tightly, preventing the pleasant moan from arousing the two flesh insects entangled in the room.

When his breathing calmed down, he stretched his head in again. Aunt Bao raised his legs and had completely relaxed. Uncle Bao's body was still thrusting unconsciously. Under the moonlight, Atai saw that Aunt Bao's head had turned around. In the darkness, it seemed that he saw a trace of light reflected from his eyes. Atai was shocked and quickly retracted his head and hid back to the door, but he did not dare to push the door in because it made a sound.

Aunt Bao made a sound of dressing and going out. Then, she went out of the back door and seemed to have washed her body by the small well.

Then she walked straight to the front door of her house. When she entered the door, she suddenly paused and seemed to have sniffed. At this time, Atai, who was hiding behind the door hole less than a meter, was frightened at this time, because he suddenly realized that his whole body was emitting an inexplicable smell, that was the smell of semen.

Did Aunt Bao find out?

Just after Atai was nervous, Aunt Bao did not make any more moves. She just walked into the house, locked the front door bolt, and walked to the back door.

Ata didn't dare to make a sound. He just waited until his feet were numb, and then slowly moved to the stone slab and lay down slowly. He didn't dream of the sky brightly for a night.