Chapters 1-14

The night in this city is coming, and the illusory and glittering night lights are ultimately more vague than the city in the daytime. In the early morning, the dusk fades away, everything returns to peace, and tranquility is too monotonous. Repeated life, repeated beginning.

As night fell gradually, cars rushed past. At some point, the street lights opened their eyes at the same time, illuminating the road.

I held the steering wheel tightly, and in the traffic, my eyes nervously stared at the neon street with twinkling eyes. Behind the car was my wife and daughter. Today was Friday, my wife and I picked up my daughter from school together.

My daughter is already in her senior year this year, and it is a critical period for preparing for the college entrance examination. I found through the rearview mirror of the car that my daughter was leaning gently on her mother's shoulder and sobbing quietly.

I know this is because her first mock exam grades are not good, and the atmosphere of the first mock exam is very tense. The teacher said that this is directly related to the accuracy of the application. My daughter was so panicked that she only wrote half of the Chinese essays. She was very frustrated after the first exam because Chinese is her strength and composition is her advantage.But now she seemed to have lost everything. At the beginning, she could still sit in the corner behind the car and stare at the math formulas that she would take tomorrow in a daze, but she sobbed as she looked at it. My wife and I dared not say anything harsh. My wife comforted her, and I could only remain silent most of the time.

I feel very sorry for my daughter. Every time I can see her studying at her desk. Outside the window is a thick night, with little stars and the lights in the distance struggling in the night.

There was a silence in the bedroom. I remember that when my daughter was immersed in the sea of ​​questions, there was a sudden power outage. I couldn't help but cheer in my heart. Finally, I could find a reason to let my daughter rest for a while, let her raise her sluggish eyes, look out the window, let her mind be let go for a moment, and her thoughts also go with the night wind.

But unexpectedly, my daughter asked me for a candle and continued reading. With such great efforts, how could this exam not be a major blow to her?

Thinking of this, my heart was full of bitterness and I couldn't help but say to my daughter, "It's okay, Dad has hired you a special tutor!"Teachers from famous schools will give you special tutoring for compositions and strive to get a full score essay. Dad believes in your strength.

My daughter finally stopped crying and asked me with confusion on her face, Teacher?when?

Haha, it’s eight:30 tonight, from one and a half hours to ten o’clock, we got home about eight o’clock, and the teacher came here after a while. Tonight I just want to get a brief understanding and let him see what aspects you need to improve.

What teacher Ah!I don't need it!

I didn’t expect that the teacher from the prestigious school I finally invited was rejected by my daughter, but I still had no choice but to continue to say patiently, Daughter, don’t resist so much!Let’s first look at his level. If he doesn’t teach well, it’s not too late to reject it, right?

When my daughter heard me say this, she was naturally speechless, but she still hummed softly to express her dissatisfaction. However, after a while, her daughter stopped sobbing. It seemed that her attention had been successfully diverted.

Because there was a traffic jam at night, I was bored and couldn't help but look at my wife and daughter from the rearview mirror.

A family of three, in the spacious Cadillac car, enjoys the upper-middle material life of this society. My wife and I have a very harmonious relationship. No matter who sees it, they will say that we are a happy family, and I often get the envy of people around me.

What's more, my wife is a famous beauty. How beautiful is it?

Let me put it this way, my wife and I were college classmates back then, and my competitors were no exaggeration to say that there were double digits. Why did I finally get the beauty? Thanks to my literary talent, I knew that my wife liked to read Borges' poetry, so I studied his collection of poems every day, and finally talked about poetry with my wife every day, and combined with my extraordinary wisdom and emotional intelligence, I finally got the beauty back.

My wife's name is Lin Yanran, my name is Gao Qiang. As her name is, I have a very ordinary appearance. The only thing that can be said is that I am 183 in height and I am relatively strong. Although I am ordinary in appearance, I am still pretty good. Overall, I look pretty good. Now I am thirty-nine years old, I am 40 years old, and I am still forty years old. I have a good figure. I have a gym twice a week, which makes me look younger.

I have been married to my wife for seventeen years. She and I got married by my child back then, so my daughter is also seventeen years old this year and is about to take the college entrance examination.

My wife will celebrate her 37th birthday in May this year. Although she is a mother, she is naturally beautiful and has lived in a noble family since she was a child. She has regular daily life, good mentality, and proper maintenance. Her skin is still as crystal clear as jade, her graceful body is as smooth as marble sculptures, her figure is delicate and straight, and her breasts are arrogant. She looks at most in her early twenties, but she has more mature and quiet charm than those college girls.

From the rearview mirror, I saw that what my wife wore today was the uniform she was when she was working. Although the uniform was just close to her body, it could not hide her delicate and pretty curves. The hot lines made the man's eyes flash, making the woman full of jealousy. Her steps were graceful, and her slender high heels were erect, and she was like the French fragrance that hit her face, which was heart-warming.

Although she is already a mother, her proud breasts on her chest are bulging and trembling in her silk shirt. Even if she does not show any flesh color, it shows the plumpness that she has to hold her breath to look directly, and it fully exudes her innate white-collar temperament.

The most sexy thing is that her lower abdomen and buttocks, silky and straight black nine-point pants and legs are as slender and slender as her legs. Under Yingying's waist, her round and plump buttocks are so hot that it is full of the charm of mature women. I'm afraid that if I take a look at it, I don't know how many men are about to move. If they sway a little, the big buttocks with tight pants are even more charming.

After so many years of nourishment, my wife has become more and more radiant. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel at ease.

Although my daughter is only seventeen years old this year, she has developed very maturely, tall and beautifully. If she is already an adult, there will definitely be people who believe that she is. Seeing her is like I am back twenty years ago. When I first saw her mother, my dear wife, she looked like she was carved from the same mold.

I missed my wife and I when we first got married because we got married with our children. Although my father-in-law and mother-in-law disliked my family's conditions not very good, there was no way, but although my conditions were not good at that time, I was very good for my wife and daughter, and did my best to do my best in food, clothing, housing and transportation.

I named my wife Gao Ying, and Ying means clear. I hope she can be peaceful and safe for the rest of her life without being defiled by this world and live a clean and free life like a clear drop of water, and her wife's name is Yanran, just like the posture of a flower blooming.

The names of my wife and daughter seem to confirm my mission as the pillar of this family. What I have to do in my life is to make my wife smile and make her daughter clear.

Even though my salary was very low at the beginning and my per capita income was not very high at that time, I always gave my daughter imported milk powder and asked someone to bring it from a foreign country. In order to make her balanced nutrition, I have always given her the best material life, so my daughter has developed very well.

Because he inherited his wife's excellent genes, his daughter must have a good appearance and a figure. She is only 17 years old now, and her breasts have grown to a D-cup, with a bulge in front and a tilted back, which is both plump and sexy.

Sometimes, even as a father, I can't help but look at her, but I keep reminding myself in my heart that she is my daughter and I am very decent, so I have no other thoughts. But I have a habit of reading pornographic books and watching them on websites and forums. Even though there are many pornographic websites now, for me, the impact of video movies is far less than that of texts that bring me more imagination.

Sometimes I also look at some incest themes, such as fathers and daughters, and even wives swaps, green wives and other things. If you talk about the complex in your heart, then the latter may be bigger.

Why? As my wife grows older, her sexual desire seems to be getting stronger and stronger. Although I often exercise, I can’t stand the passage of time. There is even a while since I dare not go to the gym. I heard about what I have learned online: Practice legs, and the more I practice, the more I become, the more I feel awkward.

I often have the will to satisfy my wife in bed but not enough. I have tried some evil techniques, such as sexual clothing, but my wife strongly opposed it, believing that this is very vulgar and disgusting. To be honest, although my wife's figure and appearance are the strongest aphrodisiac in the world, I have taken this aphrodisiac for almost twenty years and I have become resistant to drugs, and my wife is unwilling to change it, so my performance is naturally worse.

Sometimes I can’t help but wonder, if I could find a strong man to break through my wife’s moral forbidden zone and change her sexual concepts, would it also have a positive effect on the relationship between us and our husband?

Just as I was thinking about it, the whistle sound of the car behind me pulled me back, and my wife was also urging me to frown and asked, "Why are you in a daze!"

I quickly drove. After about half an hour, we arrived at home on time at about eight o'clock. Our house was two bedrooms and one living room, and I rarely went home, so there was nothing special.

But don’t look at this house that is only about 90 square meters. In this city where house prices are valuable, many people will never be able to own a house that belongs to them in their entire lives.

When my daughter went back to her room to change her clothes and went out, I suddenly felt a little heartbeat because she wore casually when she was at home. When it was hot in summer, she often had a small suspenders and shorts.Although she was wearing a bra inside, the collar of the suspender was relatively low, and her snow-white cleavage could be seen on the front, and when she bent down, she was even more intoxicated.The deep cleavage and snow-white breast balls can be seen very clearly.She was wearing shorts, and her long and slender legs were revealed. She was very tall, so her thighs were also very slender.Every time this time, I will avoid my gaze.

I also wanted to remind my daughter several times, but I was embarrassed to say that my daughter had grown up and had told my wife about this, but she actually said that I was slutty.

Alas, it's really annoying.

Yingying, the teacher is coming later. It’s not good for you to dress like this!Can you go back and change your clothes?

I persuaded my daughter with great sincerity, but my daughter said, "Dad!"Why are you so old-fashioned!It’s the 21st century now, so it’s very normal for girls to wear this way, and it’s already summer now. If you don’t wear this way, you want to be so hot!

When I heard what my daughter said, it seemed to be reasonable, and I couldn't say anything more. After a while, my wife walked out of my room and me, sat on the sofa and peeled apples, ready to take them to him when the teacher came later.

I wanted to pull my wife aside and talk about my daughter's clothes, but seeing her natural expression, I didn't know what to do for a while. The students in the third year of high school are a special group because they are in the third year of high school. They are tall and tall, elegant and free, with adult steps, confident and full of vitality. They are full of fantasy in the eyes of teachers, brave and decisive, but sometimes they are difficult to deal with; they are steady and sensible in the eyes of parents, although they are childish, and they are happy and fulfilling.

But at the same time, I also know that they are the most rebellious group of children.

Because of the pressure, the life of the senior high school is filled with the exam; the middle school entrance examination and the middle school entrance examination and the small entrance examination are mock exams, ranking over and over again, and the competition is repeated, and this pressure makes them rebellious.

The teacher I contacted called at this time. I looked at my wife who was resting on the sofa and answered the phone. The man asked politely how to get there. I quickly said, "Teacher, come to the entrance of the community, I'll come out to pick you up."

Although the other party kept saying no, I didn't need it, I went out quickly and said hello to my wife before leaving.

She agreed casually, slowly peeling the apples and black stockings reflecting her slender legs, which was enough to make every man who saw these legs have the most primitive impulse.

Her facial features are elegant and delicate, with a little pink and shiny red honey. Her long soft and vertical hair is on her shoulders. Her watery eyes seem to be able to speak, and her bright and moist red honey exudes the charm of a young woman.

When my wife returned home, she wore a tight shirt. The pair of tall and plump breasts on her chest were trembling as she breathed, as if she wanted to break the buttons of the shirt, making people look like they wanted to knead and play with them, as if they were the most precious treasure in their life.

I took a deep breath and went out.

Under the orange light, the road also showed a gentle side, turning into a warm color with a little brown.

It has a little yellow and a little metallic luster.Ye Mu completely enveloped the ground, with only the faint black and orange-yellow lights like mist shining in his eyes.

There were not many people at the entrance of the community at night, and I saw a figure from afar. It was probably the tutor I invited. I took two steps at three steps and walked up to shake hands with him.

Yes, Gao Ying’s father is right.

Right, right, hello, Teacher Zhang.

This man looks less than forty years old, probably about the same age as me. He is tall and thin, with thick black hair, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and always has a meticulous look on his thin face.He was wearing a dark striped shirt and a golden pen in his pocket on his chest. He looked elegant and knowledgeable.

This person was recommended by my friend. His surname is Zhang and his name is Zhang Kun. It is said that he has been a teaching and research group leader in a very good private high school in the city for more than ten years and has a very unique teaching method for Chinese.

Dad Gao Ying, I would like to know about Gao Ying’s learning situation in advance. Let’s talk about it while walking?

OK OK.

I quickly agreed.

When he returned home, his wife came over to say hello to Teacher Zhang. Teacher Zhang seemed a little disobedient. No wonder, his wife looks so charming now.

My wife may have changed her clothes because the teacher is coming. Now she is wearing a light blue knee-length chiffon skirt with a white short shirt on it. Her chestnut curly hair has a natural ups and downs on her shoulders. Her clear and bright pupils, curved willow eyebrows, and her long eyelashes tremble slightly. Her fair and flawless skin reveals a faint red pink, and her thin lips are as delicate as rose petals.Her tall figure and charming appearance, especially the pair of breasts under her snow-white breasts, even under the loose coat, can still give people the illusion of pride, with undulating arcs and concave convexity.What satisfied me the most was that her butt was big and round, which was the curve that belonged to the young woman alone.Although she was just wearing light makeup, her facial features were very delicate. Except for her slightly bloated buttocks, she had no trace of being in her early thirties. It was not an exaggeration to say that she was in her twenties. She stood there with a tall figure like a model in a movie poster, especially her long legs, with flesh-colored stockings, which made her look taller.

Yingying, if the teacher is here, come out quickly!

After my wife and Teacher Zhang shook their hands briefly, they called their daughter to the door, but there was no response. Just when I was at a loss, Teacher Zhang smiled softly and said, "It's okay, it's normal for children in the third year of high school to be under great pressure, so it's normal for them to not be willing to contact people. Let's go in and take a look. If the first class works well, let's talk about the teaching plan later."

OK OK.

I nodded quickly and saw Zhang Kun walk to the door of the room and knock on the door tentatively, no one answered, alas!I sighed in my heart, but my wife's eyes were as clear as water.

Zhang Kun is very elegant and intellectual. I keenly noticed that my wife looked at him twice more, which made me suddenly feel a little throbbing in my heart for no reason. What would it be if my wife had gotten along with this Zhang Kun!Thinking of this, I hurriedly shook my head and removed this fantasy from my head.

After a while, the door of the room opened a gap. Just when I was surprised, the door closed heavily again. Zhang Kun and I looked at each other helplessly and smiled.

Teacher Zhang, look, this..

It doesn't matter, little girl!I believe your daughter will open the door in a while.

Really?

Just as I was questioning, about five minutes later, the door actually opened and my daughter slowly ran out of the door.

My daughter actually changed into a set of clothes in such a short time, which surprised me a little. Could it be that what I said before had the effect? Has your daughter paid attention to her image? I saw that she was petite, wearing a pure and elegant white dress on top and a pair of slender legs wrapped in white pantyhose on the bottom. The upright and delicate facial features are both sweet, fragrant, tender and childish, as well as a charming and charming person. They are soft cherry pursed into thin pink lines. The lips are moist and transparent, and the black hair is like a waterfall and has a long buttocks. The light strands of naughty hair scattered along the crystal ears. The perfect face that makes people feel more pure and beautiful.

When I saw Teacher Zhang Kun and I, my daughter first had big eyes flashing and observing the teacher's face. After a while, she suddenly felt her mouth sagging and she was about to cry. Why did she cry again?I quickly ran over and asked Yingying, what's wrong!

I didn’t do well in the exam. Not only did I not do well in Chinese, but I was only one point short of my English.

Yingying is still so powerful.Then why are you still so unhappy? Although her daughter's exam is still so good, she is still so depressed, as if she is anxious and is about to cry.

Is it because you did the exam so well? Someone is jealous and bullied you? He told Dad, Dad will support you.

My daughter lowered her head and kept frustrating her hands, and her thin legs in white stockings kept rubbing her. I stared at her daughter's legs, thinking about the scene of her beautiful and obedient daughter being bullied by her male classmates or even a male teacher, and my cock kept beating.

No, my dad, classmates and teachers are all very nice to me. This semester we started to study the three rounds of review of the comprehensive literature, and my comprehensive literature is too bad.Woo woo woo woo woo!

I suddenly felt helpless, and my daughter said again, Dad, I want to eat ice cream.

OK OK OK Dad will bring it to you!

After saying that, my daughter cried. When I came to my daughter with the ice cream, I was immersed in my mind as she looked like what my daughter had just looked like. The cream slowly melted and dripped on the floor. I looked at the floor... The cream on it suddenly stood up, walked into my daughter's room, and locked it up. I put the ice cream on my daughter's stockings legs, letting the ice cream melt, and the cream dripped on my daughter's stockings.And I licked the cream on my daughter's legs like a dog, while putting my hand into my crotch and holding my half-soft and hard cock.I dripped the cream on my daughter's feet again. I picked up my daughter's little feet full of cream and got madly. I wanted to put all my daughter's feet into my mouth. My daughter's feet seemed to shrink back. I was so scared that I quickly threw my daughter's feet and lay on the ground. After a while, I didn't react.

I quickly calmed down. My daughter seemed to feel much better after eating ice cream. Alas!After all, the child is still a child. I told my daughter that this is the tutor I hired for you.

Zhang Kun immediately said Hello, my surname is Zhang, my name is Kun, and my name is Kun, you can call me Teacher Zhang or Brother Kun, haha, don’t worry, I will definitely craft your writing skills well and make you better.

My daughter heard Teacher Zhang’s promise and whispered. Then, the two of them entered their daughter’s bedroom. Before leaving, Zhang Kun specifically told me that during my teaching process, you parents should not come in and disturb them, as this would distract the child. I will come out to tell you after class.

OK, teacher, we will definitely cooperate with your teaching work as parents.

When my daughter's bedroom door was closed, I sat on the sofa with my wife. My wife looked at me calmly and said, "You don't have to worry too much. If you spoil her so much, you will spoil her."

I smiled unanimously and said, "Who do I spoil my daughter if I don't spoil Ah!"The happiness of you mothers is my lifelong efforts!

When my wife heard my lovely confession, she smiled warmly, snuggled in my arms, and looked at her delicate face, I had to sigh at her wife's beauty. I felt even more ashamed of the evil thoughts I had for my daughter today.

Two hours passed soon, and in a blink of an eye it was past ten o'clock in the evening. My wife and I watched TV in the living room. The door turned and the door of our daughter's bedroom opened.

Zhang Kun slowly retreated from the room with a book in his arms, and I quickly went up to meet him.

Teacher, how is my daughter’s learning situation?

Zhang Kun said slowly that Yingying’s learning foundation is still very good, but she is not very focused in class, which may be related to her stress. After all, in her third year of high school, you parents should also pay attention to this matter and not put too much pressure on their children.

OK OK.

So what do we say about the timing?

Let’s do this, then come here every night on Monday, March and Friday plus two weekends. Teacher, can you?

OK, then I won’t bother you anymore. I have assigned the homework for study to Yingying, so you can have a good rest.

I quickly said, OK, teacher, please eat some fruit?

Haha, I’m so polite, no need to leave, I’ll leave first, no need to send it.

In this way, I sent Teacher Zhang Kun all the way out, and finally stopped at the entrance of the corridor at his strong request. When I returned home, my wife was half lying on the sofa and wondering what she was thinking.

What's wrong?Wife.

nothing.

There must be something!Don’t hide it from me. I’ve been married for so many years, and I will only do this when you have any worries.

Seeing that my wife couldn't hide it from me, she whispered that I don't like that Teacher Zhang Kun very much.

What's wrong?

After thinking back, my wife was indeed not very enthusiastic, which made me feel puzzled. I feel that this teacher is gentle and elegant, and she is quite handsome and looks like an intellectual who can please women. Why does my wife hate her when she meets each other?

My wife said worriedly. The teacher looked at me before. I felt that his eyes were strange. I was afraid that my daughter would stay with him for a long time.

Hahaha, you are too careful. This is introduced by my friend. Don’t worry, the special teacher of the city’s special high school.

Alas, well, maybe I'm too careful.

After hearing what I said, my wife slowly felt relieved.

At night, my wife and I lay down on the bed, she was applying a facial mask, I was looking at business books, and seeing her graceful figure, I couldn't help but move, put down the book and blocked my wife's slender waist.

Death, what are you doing!

My wife gave me a blank look and said coquettishly.

Hehe, my wife, I've thought about it!

Go and go, think about these messy things all day long!

What, don’t you want to, wife?

I smiled silly and asked my wife, "I know that middle-aged wife also has strong sexual desire, but she covers it up very well every time."

I couldn't care so much, so I hugged my wife and started kissing.My wife always has a special charm, and she couldn't do enough when she was young.

If I hadn't been good now, I would have to stay in bed with my wife all day, and I would have been willing to go out of the ground.

My wife also responded to my warm kiss, and the tongues of the two rolled together, bringing out countless crystal bright silks.

My hands had already reached into my wife's chest restlessly, and kneaded her big breasts hard. Although it was so soft that it was about to emerge was really amazing.

My wife's breasts have never disappointed me. When I look around on the street, no one can compare to my wife's figure.When I think of this, I feel like I am about to climax. The strength of my hands is unconsciously increasing, which makes my wife moan: Oh...well...

Wife...Is it fun to be like this?

The wife bit her lip and said nothing.

I know that my wife has always yearned for high-quality sex experience deep down. Her eyes were blurred in my arms, and her mind was filled with a little comfort when she was sleeping with me. She began to look forward to what was going to happen next.But he couldn't speak in his mouth, so he could only hum twice to express his approval.

I reached into my wife's skirt with one hand, and touched the Taoyuan area that had been wet through my underwear, rubbing it back and forth little by little, while the other hand was still slightly roughly kneading her nipples. This was something I would not have done before. Pulling up the nipples and letting them go suddenly, which brought great stimulation to my wife.

Ah

I couldn't stand the moaning like this anymore, so I put my hand into my underwear and fucked my wife twice, then turned around and unzipped my pants, and took out the little brother who was ready to go.Actually, although my cock is not too big, today I am affected by special emotions. Today, my little brother is a whole circle bigger than usual.

Wife, lick me. As I said that, I pulled my wife over and signaled her to squat down.

I have become more courageous, and I dare to even ask such a request.

My wife, who seemed to be in the fire just now, calmed down suddenly and said firmly, "No."

I was splashed with cold water and had to give up.

Then help me touch it.

My wife didn't say anything, and it didn't matter if she was inconvenient in wearing a nightgown. Anyway, no one looked at me, so she squatted in front of me and started to help me touch it hard. She stroked her soft jade hand up and down. My wife's touching skills were not very good, but it gave me a different kind of stimulation.

My wife's fingers kept circling my glans, which made me almost scream.

My wife stroked my testicles with one hand, and my hands kneaded her chest. She would only hum a few times when I couldn't help but moan.

Just as I was about to pull off her underwear, I suddenly felt a heat flow and secretly screamed, and I said unbearably: No... Wife, I'm going to ejaculate...

Before my wife could react, I had already ejaculated, and the hot semen was sprayed straight onto her skirt.

She stood there in a daze. Her desire had just been aroused and was about to have a big fight with me when I actually cummed!

The white semen spilled all over the floor, and her pussy was wet, but it was all my love juice, and no drop came from me.

She was done before she could enjoy it. I was happy, what about her?My wife was stunned and didn't know what she was thinking.

I stood up with difficulty, pulled up my pants, and said to my wife guiltily: Wife, I...I will lick it for you.

The wife may be thinking in her heart, if licking can solve the problem, what will the man do if he wants to wear that thing!

But she just said expressionlessly, no need.

After a while, I said, go to bed early.

The desire that had risen was completely dissipated at this moment, and was replaced by a heart full of disappointment.

My wife didn't say a word to me all night, and I knew she was really angry.Finally, both of them were intrigued again.

Are you angry with me, wife?

No.

My wife pretended to be nothing and went to the bathroom to remove the mask. The sound of water flowing in the bathroom was turbulent. I finally couldn't help but say something, "Wife, next time we change some tricks, I might be better."

When my wife heard this, she turned her head angrily and asked me, saying, "It's my fault for saying this, I'm not attracted you enough, right?"

I was immediately deflated, not right.

You should stop talking now, and you are upset to hear you speak!

In this way, after my wife went to bed, I didn't say a word and fell asleep with deep thoughts. All I thought about was how to make my wife become more coquettish and more sexually attractive to me, which led to me not sleeping well all night. The next day, a dazzling ray of sunlight touched my eyelids through the white curtains. I woke up dizzyly and looked at my wife beside me and had long disappeared.I stroked my dizzy head and slowly got up and walked towards the living room. My wife was busy making breakfast. I walked to her and hugged her. I pressed her side to her back so warm, like a child throwing into her mother's arms.

What are you doing!I'm still cooking!

Want to hug you!

The wife smiled and said, "That's true!"Like a little kid!

Wife, you are so beautiful!Last night, I...

The couple has no overnight revenge, so don’t mention unhappy things.

Well, you are so nice, wife.

Facing my praise, my wife said shyly, "Old husband and wife, don't be numb."

After a while, my daughter also came out for breakfast. Seeing this, my wife coughed twice, and I also calmed down.

My daughter slowly sat on my lap, and my wife was holding the rest of the breakfast in the kitchen. I felt my daughter sitting on myself, her young and soft body lowered and pressed against me. Her young but innocent and beautiful face was red, her golden hair was shining with shimmer, her delicate collarbone and large snow-white skin were exposed from the thin and loose sleeveless suspender nightgown, and she was not even wearing underwear. I could easily see the slightly developed beautiful breasts with two bright red spots inside through the loose and hanging collar fabric. But a pair of young and tender legs were wrapped in Japanese pantyhose. Because of straddling, my lower abdomen and waist could feel the smooth touch with body temperature through the clothes. I was already excitedly pulling the flag under my crotch and almost explained.

I was stunned for a while and then came to my senses. At this moment, he wanted to ignore but could not deceive himself. He felt that the temperature of the pubic mound wrapped in white silk stockings under his daughter's skirt and his lower abdomen was rising sharply, which was much higher than other contact areas. The moist pubic mound, which was still slightly wet, seemed to contain a hot spring at this moment, making my cock harder. I know what this means.

How old is it!Still sitting on dad!Get off now!It depends on your spoiling daughter.

Hearing my wife's voice, my daughter slowly got off me, and I quickly hunched over to hide my embarrassment.

Why is my daughter so hot? I always feel that she did it on purpose.

After breakfast, I took my daughter to school. When I was driving on the street, the city seemed to have just woken up from a deep sleep in the morning. The street was filled with a whirring smell of dew. The shadows of the trees gradually faded, the stars gradually faded, the sky gradually became higher, the trumpet flowers on the village were blooming with dewdrops, the pods swayed in the breeze, and the fragrance of the rice began to float.

In the early morning, the streets are quiet.When the first ray of morning light shone through the mist, a warm morning came to the street.

Looking at my lovely daughter sitting in my co-pilot with her legs sloping up, my heart was naturally filled with joy. I saw that her eyes were clear, transparent, innocent and charming, and no one dared to hurt her. Her beautiful eyes were flowing and gentle, and with her crisp and charming voice like an angel, it made people have to suspect that the goddess descended to earth and her black and shiny hair was lazily draped around her waist. Her small and beautiful nose and delicate lips exuded a charming luster, like petals, and like pearls, making people want to taste her sweet taste.

My daughter's legs are very beautiful, which is perfectly inherited from my wife and her mother, but the difference is that her thigh curves are very plump, while my daughter is the softest person with a sharp corner.

In fact, I don’t spend much time alone with my daughter every day, so I took this opportunity to talk a lot with my daughter, not only about her studies, but also about what happens every day.My daughter is also very happy to talk about what happens every day, as if she wants to share it with her father like this.

I will listen carefully, because I know that as a father, I must listen to everything my child says, because even if it is a child, she needs to be respected.

My daughter was talking about what happened every day with her expression seriously. I also listened carefully. Suddenly I asked Yingying, what do you think of the teacher Zhang who my father invited you last night? You studied with him for two hours, what do you think is the effect?

When I heard me mention Teacher Zhang, my daughter's face turned abnormally rosy, which surprised me a little, just like the shy thoughts of a child.

The effect is quite good. I think Mr. Zhang is quite a pretty good person!

I felt relieved when I heard my daughter’s answer. My lovely daughter has always been the capital I am proud of for so many years. In the unit and outside, my daughter has never disappointed me. For example, parents like to show off their children, such as their children are cute, or learn some grades, etc. Children like to show off their parents, such as their own parents’ profession, police, doctors, teachers, etc.

Of course, more often, showing off is not a comparison, but just wanting to simply let the people around you know the people or things you can be proud of. Sometimes, grades are important, but the reason why it is so important is because parents are too worried about their children's future. So for my daughter, in fact, it is fundamentally true that she can grow up safely and healthily. I, as a father, are already very content.

Nowadays, most parents have a generation gap with their children and cannot get along well, so conflicts will follow one after another. It is precisely because of this that I hope to have sufficient communication with my daughter.

Of course, life is not limited to one. Everyone has their own life and everyone has their own way of living. Not everyone is the protagonist, but there must be supporting roles to set off the protagonist. But despite this, you still have to be full of hope for life and strive to be the best.

My daughter soon arrived at school. I gave her a brief instruction and helped her untie her seat belt. Who knew that when she got off the bus, my daughter didn't get off immediately and actually sat down to me, and suddenly got into my arms.

Yingying, it’s so dangerous to get out soon, my dad is still in the car.

Didn’t you stop?

I saw my daughter's collarbone and large snowy skin exposed from the thin and loose collar. I could even feel that she was not wearing underwear, but when I stared at it, it should be that kind of invisible. But even so, I could easily see the delicate and beautiful breasts with two bright red spots inside through the loose and hanging collar fabric, but a pair of young and tender legs. It was also wrapped in Japanese silk pantyhose. Because of the straddle, I could feel the smooth and body temperature-like touch between my lower abdomen and waist through the clothes. I was already excitedly pulling the flag under my crotch, and I almost pressed against my daughter's white silk buttocks.

The daughter leaned down and brought her cute pretty face closer, and her pink and shiny lips curled up a dizzy smile.

I was stunned for a while before I came to my senses. At this moment, I wanted to ignore but couldn't deceive myself. I felt that the temperature of the pubic mound wrapped in the sunny silk stockings under my daughter's skirt and his lower abdomen was rising sharply, which was much higher than other contact areas. The moist mound with a hint of moist mound at this moment seemed to contain a hot spring, making my cock harder. I knew what this meant, but I still didn't want to accept reality. I even asked nonsensely. Do you want my dad to send you to class Ah! Stop making trouble, get off first.

When I heard my words, my daughter giggled and laughed sweetly, her voice was as sweet as a nightingale singing, making me, a daughter, confused. She naturally thought that her daughter was so cute. What was she thinking? She was such a scumbag, but the next moment, she was blocked by her daughter and used her mouth.

I was actually forced to kiss by my daughter. Although I often kissed her when I was a child, it was the first time I grew up. But in just one second, my daughter's lips left my mouth with unfulfilled feelings.

dad!I went to school.

Seeing my daughter jumping and getting off the car and heading to school happily, I couldn't help but feel a little lost. Until the car behind me kept honking the horn, I realized and drove to the company.

After the meeting at the company at noon, I was lying in the office to browse the news. A message came over. It was Teacher Zhang’s message. I clicked and looked at it. It was about my daughter’s education. Hello Dad Gao, I will come to your house to teach at 8:30 tonight. You ask Yingying to prepare the three-year simulation test paper for the five-year college entrance examination. I want to conduct a basic test on her.

OK, okay, let’s do this. Teacher Zhang will push Yingying’s WeChat to you later. You can contact her online about these in the future.

That's the best thing. Actually, I had this idea yesterday, but I always feel it's not good if I don't say hello to your parents and add students on WeChat.

I reply Haha, no, Teacher Zhang, you are too considerate. If we, as parents, hire you, will definitely give you full trust and cooperate with your teaching work. Don’t worry.

I chatted like this for a few words, being polite. Before I knew it, it was afternoon. I spent the whole day at the company and went home for dinner after work. My wife was a full-time housewife at home. She used to be in an advertising company, but when I improved my career, I felt that my wife was letting her focus on taking care of the family. Fortunately, my wife was also very understanding and thought it was also good.

When I got home at night, I opened the door and my wife was chatting with her daughter. Listening to the sound of her wife talking, the fragrance of high-end perfume on her body was floating in the air.

Hearing the sound of opening the door, my wife walked over, and her high heels fell rhythmically to the ground, causing crisp sounds. The wife's swaying waist seemed to be a model who could not hold it, but the plump and fleshy buttocks that were extremely opposite to her slim waist fully demonstrated the unique maturity and plumpness of mature women. Her plump buttocks rose and fell with the elegant lotus steps, which led to the skirt and walked slowly and gently, and she actually moved like surging waves of mature and attractive buttocks, as if she was about to break a dress. Her two slender stockings and beautiful legs moved intertwined, and her plump and plump buttocks were full of crazy femininity.

My wife's big butt is so attractive. Her round and plump and slender legs are full of lustful and mature fleshy feeling. The proportion of her slender waist, fat butts and long legs is simply perfect. In addition, she always maintains the elegant and charming posture of a noble lady. She is indeed a beauty that turns people down. I swallowed my saliva and looked at the beautiful buttocks of my wife who was shaking in front of me. My wife is already a beautiful mature woman with plump breasts and fat but her figure is still similar to a girl in her twenties.

Why do you still wear high heels at home?

I frowned and looked at my pleasing wife and joked. My wife said lightly. I went to have afternoon tea with my best friend in the afternoon. I just got home. I forgot to pull out the plug and boil it. I came in before I could change my shoes.

Seeing his wife's beautiful mature charm as charming as a blooming peony, it is inspiring and her daughter sitting on the sofa watching TV. She is a peony and a jasmine. If the wife and daughter are like this, what does the husband want?

At 8 o'clock in the evening after dinner, the doorbell rang and Teacher Zhang arrived on time. I felt very relieved as I watched Zhang Kun and his daughter walk into the bedroom like last night.

My wife was sitting in the living room watching TV. I went to the study and turned on the computer, closed the door, and lay lazy on my boss' chair. After sorting out some materials needed for work, I habitually took out my phone. I originally wanted to play with WeChat to grab red envelopes, but I found that there was an indecent video in the WeChat group of Qingcao Forum that I added a long time ago. The title of the video reads about me and the best young woman.

As a man, I was curious to see such a video. Of course I would not miss such benefits, but when I clicked on the video, I almost sprayed out the water I was drinking.

The video is a bit blurry, and I can only see the woman's sideways. The woman is wearing a white professional shirt and kneeling on the white bed sheets, with a very charming figure! A man behind him was kneeling over there, holding a cell phone in his hand and making a sound in his mouth. How about it? Are you happy?

This woman has a perfect figure, and the plump flesh under her white shirt makes me feel itchy. She has a very delicate light makeup, which adds a bit of charming and charming atmosphere to her.

I couldn't help but sigh, it was so sexy!It’s not the kind of slut that is blatant and unscrupulous, but the kind of slut that is hidden in the bones and faint. This kind of slut is the best way to touch a man’s heart.

She was wrapped in a black short skirt and naturally showed her most perfect side. Her legs, which were as flawless as white marble, all showed the seductive curve from her thighs to her calves, and then to her ankles. The unique beauty of Eastern women is different from the fullness and strength of the West. This beautiful curve is just right.

The woman naturally quietly took off the black high-heeled fish-mouthed shoes on her feet. After taking it off, the white and tender soles wrapped in flesh-colored stockings appeared in front of everyone in an instant, which made me unable to help but feel a little excited and excited.

I saw her fingertips slid slightly on her white and tender thighs, which was extremely touching!I could even smell the seductive direction of her thighs through the screen, the unique meat fragrance of mature women!

The snow-white skin seemed to be more plump and round than his wife's curves. Although there were faint wrinkles at the end of her eyes, it could not stop her dazzling beauty. Her proud breasts made her look more full and charming.

Wow!

Looking at this moving scene, I couldn't help but think what would happen if the heroine in the video was her wife? I was under a lot of work and lived a life every day as if I was performing to maintain a happy life. In fact, I was very tired. The evil seeds hidden in my heart have not been satisfied, and that is the lewd wife.

Maybe everyone will find it incredible to say it. It’s Ah, I have such a stable and harmonious family, and which man would be willing to give his wife to another man to enjoy?There is a reason for this. I seem to be in line with my wife and respect each other. In fact, my relationship is too dull, and my physiological state is not as good as before. To put it simply, my lower body is not very obedient. Although I can barely deal with it every time, I can feel that my wife has not been satisfied.Although my wife was not satisfied, I knew it well, but she never seemed to care about it, and she did not blame me for it. However, the dirty and restless heart of a lewd wife in my body was even stronger.

Every time I see my wife's unsatisfactory look, I fantasize that one day I will find a man with a strong penis, and thrust his wife hard without stopping, making her gentle and intellectual face full of uncontrollable lewdness, and making her rational eyes transform into an instinctive desire when mating.I really think too much. Every time I think of this, my dick can't help but get harder, which is stronger than the stimulation and pleasure brought by having sex with my wife. However, I know very well for so many years that it is impossible for my wife to agree with her.

I have been able to let myself go on the Internet for so many years.I turned off the cigarette butt, turned on the computer, and logged into a website that was my spiritual world, my second home, Black Cat Forum.

I always can't help but go to this forum to read pornographic articles, especially couple exchanges, or let others enjoy their own wife's articles. I have lobbyed my wife more than once that when I was young, I even stipulated that my wife would read a pornographic article every night before she could go to bed, but she always looked at it twice and stopped reading it, and she felt very perverted. Perhaps because I also have some inferiority complex in my heart, I no longer bring these things to my wife and can only sink into this world alone.

If I told my wife this idea, I'm afraid my wife would be so scared that she wanted to divorce me. The video ended soon, and I watched the news online again. Soon, two hours passed and my daughter was over.

My daughter and Zhang Kun left the room together today, and Zhang Kun praised her daughter in front of me. Today, Yingying made great progress.

My daughter also blushed and lowered her head, but she was smiling all over. I was also very happy. My wife came over and sent Teacher Zhang Kun out of the door with me. But today I seemed to feel that Teacher Zhang's eyes were not right. Looking at my wife, there was always a hint of indescribable things.

After my wife and daughter fell asleep well that night, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. My heart was full of the content in the short video I was watching. If my wife could be like that woman, it would be exciting to think about it.

At two o'clock in the middle of the night, I went to the bathroom and pushed open my daughter's door in a daze. I smelled a fragrance similar to a girl. This smell made people intoxicated. This is not the smell of spraying perfume, but the smell of a girl-like body fragrance.

At this time, I didn't know that I had walked into the wrong room. After closing the door, I didn't know why I opened the switch on the bedroom wall.Suddenly the whole room lit up and was shrouded in a purple beam of light.The decoration of the entire room, including bed sheets, pillows, dolls, and several clothes thrown on the floor, were all pink. My daughter is very girlish, and she has always been in the room since she was a child. Perhaps because of the atmosphere, she really likes this color.

There is no closed wardrobe in the bedroom, which is obvious at a glance.It is filled with various styles of clothing and high heels, and the tones are mostly pink and white.Cute to ladylike.

At this time, I probably understood that I should have gone to the wrong room and came to my daughter's bedroom, but my consciousness was still vague. I even thought I was dreaming. What I didn't expect was that there were several pairs of professional high heels and black and flesh-colored stockings in my daughter's wardrobe. They were all quietly lying at the bottom of the wardrobe, which was dazzling. I had never seen her wear these clothes. It was strange. Moreover, my daughter was just a student, and I still understood that she was wearing that kind of Lolita and JK uniform, but why did she buy these mature clothes?

However, it is indeed difficult for children to understand nowadays. Maybe girls like dress-up games. Although their wives also have a lot of clothes, women love beauty so much, and it is understandable if they have too many clothes.

But compared to his daughter who owns so many clothes, his wife still loses.

I was still confused and didn't feel the environment changed. Then I changed the switch, took off my clothes and prepared to go to bed, so I only wore a pair of cotton boxer shorts.With all her male body hair, she lay on this soft and fragrant pink girl's bed.

The moment I touched my skin and the sheets, I felt a sense of comfort that I had never felt before.This feeling goes without saying, I was lying on the bed, feeling all of this with my eyes closed.

Suddenly, I seemed to feel something and could open my eyes. The smell was wrong. My wife was wearing a mature and charming smell like a blooming rose. It shouldn't be the fresh fragrance of jasmine like the morning after the rain, with a hint of the unique sweetness of a girl.

I subconsciously reached my hand next to me, and there was no one there, and I finally woke up completely.

Where did my daughter go? I looked at the electronic wall clock on the wall. It was already past one o'clock in the morning. At this time, my daughter would be there if she was not in the room. Have you gone to the bathroom? If she was going to the bathroom, she would come back soon and see me lying on her bed. It would definitely be very embarrassing.

I just felt a little urinating again, so I got up and got out of bed, gently opened the bedroom door with barefoot, and prepared to walk towards the bathroom to see if my daughter was in the toilet. After all, the pressure in her senior year of high school is so great, which is a critical period for learning. Although my daughter is not the kind of ignorant girl, I am also afraid that she will be led by her classmates and run out to play secretly in the middle of the night.

Just when I opened the door, I saw that the bathroom was lighted up. I originally wanted to go back to the bedroom and come out again, but I was afraid that it would make a sound, so I waited outside for the people inside to come out.I could wait for a long time, but my daughter in the bathroom didn't come out.

The urge to urinate became stronger and stronger, and I could no longer hold it in. My daughter was not an outsider, so I walked to the bathroom door and waited.

The bathroom is in the middle between the master and second bedrooms, so I saw the lights as soon as I opened the door.The bathroom door is made of wood, and two large pieces of frosted translucent glass are embedded in the middle.

I was standing at the door of the bedroom waiting, but I was there any sound inside or not? I mistakenly thought that someone forgot to turn off the lights, so I walked to the door and looked inside.

I slowly bent down, looking through the frosted glass in order to prevent anyone from holding their breath.Who knew that this didn't matter, and I was shocked!The bathroom lights and frosted glass completely reflect the figure and movements of the woman inside on the frosted glass. Looking at the frosted glass outside, you can clearly distinguish the person's outline and body movements.

What is my daughter doing inside?I couldn't help but have a question in my heart.

My daughter is very slim and is posing in a position. I thought to myself that there must be a daughter in the bathroom, and it cannot be a wife.I saw the woman in the bathroom standing.One beautiful leg stood up straight, one beautiful leg was bent on the toilet, the left hand was holding the wash basin, and the right hand kept moving back and forth on the lower part of the body, and there were slight panting sounds inside from time to time.

I couldn't help but feel shocked. I looked at it for a while before I realized that the woman in the bathroom was masturbating, which surprised me.It was very quiet at night and everyone was sleeping soundly.Only the woman in the bathroom who just woke up was keeping her awake.I stood quietly outside the door and saw the woman in the bathroom moving her right hand faster and faster, and her breathing inside became more and more rapid, and occasionally she could make a slight moan... At this time, I was in a completely unfamiliar environment, and I was nervous and a little excited.

This feeling was so wonderful that I couldn't help but tremble slightly.In this quiet night, in addition to the moans in the bathroom, there are also the heartbeat that I can hear myself.Accompanied by a slight Ah cry, the woman inside made an excited sound, her body and right hand kept shaking.

Gradually, my body no longer maintained my original posture. My whole body began to bend slowly, and I looked very devoted. I put my right hand there and did the final rubbing.At this time, my perfect figure, long hair, and those seductive movements were reflected on the frosted glass. I stood there and looked at the shadow of the woman on the frosted glass.The woman inside continued, and with the rapid shaking of her fingers, many water droplets began to tremble continuously.At first, the water flowed like a stream, and slowly the water droplets fell on the ground in the bathroom, and all this could be seen as the shadow on the frosted glass.

Is this a daughter?Could it be that my daughter secretly hid in the bathroom and masturbated?Alas, I didn’t expect my daughter to grow up, but after all, this is not a good thing, I’m afraid it will affect her study.

Just when I was about to bear it and was about to turn around and leave, a sound suddenly came from inside. This was a very familiar voice, but it was also very strange, because my daughter's voice has always been pure like a lark. This time, the voice I heard was as lustful as her mother.

When I returned to the bed again, my wife was sleeping very well. My beautiful and kind wife, curled naked body, nestled in my arms, closed her eyes with thick eyelashes, and fell asleep peacefully like an innocent newborn baby.A piece of silk quilt had already been kicked away by her, leaving only a corner tightly between her slender legs.

Her plump and fair pink breasts look even whiter under the bright moonlight. The pair of rose-colored delicate nipples on the pink breasts are so small and cute that any man will salivate him when he sees them.

I cherish my wife's breasts, just like I cherish her. Even if she gives birth to a baby in the future, I selfishly don't want her to breastfeed, hoping that it is my exclusive breast.When we love each other, I will bite it, suck it, and lick it gently, but I will never bear to suck it hard, for fear of sucking my nipples black and turning it into a pair of black dates.

I put my hand on my wife's breasts.After a deep sleep, I had a dream, dreaming that my wife and daughter were crawling under a blurry black shadow whose face could not be seen clearly.

I looked closely and found that it was my wife and daughter sucking a huge cock from left to right. I shouted loudly not to do this, but I couldn't move my body in my dream.

When my eyes saw a ray of light from the boundless darkness, I slowly sat up, and the gentle breathing was evenly emitted beside me. I turned my head and looked, and my wife was still sleeping sweetly beside me.

A false alarm!It turned out to be a dream.

My beautiful and intellectual wife, curled naked body, nestled in my arms, closed her eyes with thick eyelashes, and fell asleep peacefully like an innocent newborn baby.A piece of silk quilt had already been kicked away by her, leaving only a corner tightly between her slender legs.

Her plump and fair pink breasts exposed through her nightgown looked even whiter in the morning sunshine. The pair of rose-colored delicate nipples on the pink breasts are so small and cute that any man will salivate him when he sees them.

Why did you wake up so early?My wife turned over and hugged me.

It's nothing, just wake up by yourself, you sleep for a while.

I casually agreed to get up, went to the study next door to light a cigarette, evacuating my depression.

Time passes slowly like this.A week passed in a blink of an eye, but I felt some subtle changes in the atmosphere at home.I don’t know when it started, but there were a lot of high heels at home, and all kinds of stockings were thrown away on the clothes hangers and in the dirty clothes basket.I am a person with special stockings. When my wife is not at home, she will smell her high heels and masturbate with the stockings she has worn.But over time, I feel tired.

People who like silk feet are always like this, and they will pursue the stockings of different women and fantasize about licking the stockings of all sexy beauties.When I found out that my wife had left the high heels and stockings at home, I began to pay attention to my baby daughter.

Is he a father always restrained himself from fantasizing about his daughter? Once again, I secretly looked inside from the door and found that his daughter had changed into black stockings and high heels and was taking selfies in front of the large body mirror in the bedroom. After discovering that his daughter started wearing stockings and high heels, I carefully noticed that my daughter's outstanding appearance and her annoying figure made me walk away, especially when I found that some stockings belonging to my daughter were always thrown in the washbasin recently, which always made me feel dazed and my cock became hard unconsciously. Although I even control myself not to think about my daughter, sometimes when I stroked the cock, my daughter's appearance still flashed through my mind. Every time I ended like this, I always felt a deep sense of guilt, and I felt like I was a pervert, but what deeper than this was that I wanted to see my daughter having sex with other men.

Because I am her father, I can't overcome the moral barrier, but other men can do it. My daughter is like a flower in bud, and I also clearly realize that my daughter has physical needs when she grows up.

This week, Zhang Kun has been going to my house to tutor my daughter. Every time I see Zhang Kun wearing gold-rimmed glasses and holding a textbook, I can't help but fantasize about what would happen if this man plundered my wife and daughter. Every time I think about it this way, my lower body will be as hard as iron.

On Saturday night, my wife and I were lying on the bed chatting. Suddenly my wife said, "This Zhoutian is going to go back to see my mother-in-law." I didn't say anything, and asked if I wanted to go back with her. She said no, and on Monday, my wife returned to her parents' home and was about to play for a few days before coming back."

I got off work early and when I got home, I saw my daughter sitting on the sofa watching TV. Her clothes had been changed. She wore a white T-shirt on the upper body and a pair of short pink cotton shorts on the lower body.

Two white thighs were exposed, as well as those neatly decorated, tender white toes, with pink nail polish on them.

At this time, my daughter was leaning on the sofa, with two white arms placed on her lower abdomen, her soft waist had been twisted thirty degrees by herself, and her two slender and slender legs were on the edge of the sofa, constantly shaking her seductive white and tender feet.

In the direction I stood, I could see my sister's sideways, and the top was surging. Maybe it was because of the tolerant clothes, there were two wet marks, maybe it was sweat stains. My daughter's middle was slender and soft, and her bottom was tender and white. Because she was dressed casually at home, she could vaguely see the edges of her pink translucent underwear exposed on her waist.

My daughter greeted me, and I also pretended to be nothing.

My daughter walked towards me, and the chest of her nightgown she wore showed a large spring light. When I saw it, it was already swollen. When she was not in the room, I went to her room to open the shoe cabinet. My daughter's high heels came into my eyes. Although I had been restraining myself from fantasizing about my daughter, I smelled the high heels that were worn by the shoe cabinet. This was a pair of lotus pink lace-up suede shoes. After a closer look, I found a pair of short flesh stockings stuffed inside. Unexpectedly, my daughter not only inherited the beauty of her mother, but also inherited the past even if she loved to wear stockings and high heels.

I swallowed and told myself that I just smelled it, and just helped my daughter check if there was any athlete's foot. I made a clear excuse for myself and began to bury my nose into the upper.

Then there was the fragrance that came to her face, with the perfume of orchid. This was the Zumalong perfume I bought for my daughter. Unexpectedly, she actually sprayed perfume on her shoes.Then there was a leather smell of high heels, mixed with a scent of sweat, and there was no smell at all.

Suddenly I found a trace of a drop of dried white liquid on her shoes, and I couldn't help but wonder, what is this?

My daughter was making sandwiches in the kitchen. She said she would wait until the evening to let Teacher Zhang try it, so I had enough time in my daughter's bedroom. I secretly flipped through her diary on the desk and I took it back to my room to peek.

My daughter wrote in her diary that I started to develop since I was twelve years old and gradually began to masturbate. I mostly caressed my clitoris during the shower in the bathroom, and felt very comfortable.Sometimes it is done once or twice a week, and sometimes it is not done for one or two weeks.

Since I was fifteen half a year ago, I have gradually begun to miss men.I didn't want to find a man, but I just caressed the granulum while masturbating, while I imagined that if the man was hugging and touching me, I wonder what it would feel like?

In the physiological and hygiene elective course, I have learned the basic common sense of men and women, and have seen illustrations and real photos of male genitals in several reference books, and have seen several comparative photos of male genitals that are usually congested and enlarged when they are sagging. From several female classmates, I also heard many detailed and explicit descriptions of men and women. This made me very fascinated, but I was also quite scared: several girls in school were pregnant, and some of them took a leave of school to go home to have children.

There are boys among my friends, but they are just ordinary friends. I still don’t have a boyfriend. Alas, I also want to try out what it feels like to have sex Ah!

Looking at my daughter's self-report, I also fell into deep thought. She has been a very simple girl since she was a child. Her only hobbies are nothing more than playing the piano, reading books, and buying some toys and dolls.

But when we think about it carefully, we instantly feel that it is understandable. No matter how kind or simple a woman is, she is also a woman in the final analysis, just like when we are young and ignorant, we men will also have a desire for the body of the opposite sex.

When I continued to read the self-report, I was shocked because my daughter actually started writing about me.

Although my father is not very handsome and strong, I like him very much. In my memory, his father has never been angry with me. He is always so gentle and caring for me, and we have always been very close.

Recently, when I was masturbating, somehow I always fantasize about my father; but that was just a fantasy. I didn’t really think about getting to my father, because after all, we are father and daughter, how can we have that kind of thought between father and daughter?But the more I don’t think about that aspect, the more I can’t help but think about what to do.

Before going to bed, my father would often go to the door of my bedroom to check and see if I was sleeping peacefully and whether I had blankets covered. There was a night light in my room, so he could see clearly.

Sometimes I wasn't asleep. When he opened the door and looked inward, I closed my eyes and stopped, pretending to be asleep. One night when I was masturbating in bed, I suddenly had an idea.

It's almost time for my father to have a routine inspection again. I was wondering what if my father saw me asleep?At this moment, the ball handle of the door began to rotate, and Dad is here!I immediately retracted my hand that was sticulating my clitoris and placed it beside me, closed my eyes, and pretended to be asleep.

I heard the door open, and my eyes opened slightly to peek at the movement. My father did not leave immediately as usual; he stood at the door and stared at me, and after a moment he walked in and stood in the middle of the room.

I lay quietly and didn't dare to move. My legs were originally in confinement. When I saw my father coming to me, I deliberately spread my legs apart. I knew that my legs were very good and attractive to men, because in school, the boys would stare at my legs, but I was not interested in these little boys with unscathed breasts at all. The lover in my dream is a man who can take care of me like my father.

He should be able to clearly see my whole body in the light and shadow of the night light. In my memory, I can't remember what he had seen me. Since I became sensible, I have never let my father see my naked body. On the one hand, I am shy, and on the other hand, I dare not.

But I saw him moving closer to my bed, and at this time I could even see the front of his crotch. His footsteps were extremely slight, and only I could hear them at a very close distance. He stood by the bed and stared at me for a few minutes.

My hair is over my shoulders, and the brown is shining with a brilliant golden light; my vagina is not too big but it is round and still developing; there are a few strands of sparse and light brown sexual hair on it, while the rest are still sleek.

At this time, somehow, my nipples had become hard automatically. I stood up and some of them were seeping out of them. I hope my father would not notice that my meat household was so wet.

He slowly stepped back, turned around and walked out of the door, and then closed the door gently. My nervous mood relaxed, but I felt like I was missing. I hoped that he would move in my heart, not only stood and couldn't watch it, but when the door was closed, my hands immediately returned to my vagina and quickly fiddled.

I remembered that my father saw me, and the one between his crotch would immediately become erect. I was very excited inside, and in an instant I reached what I had never seen before!I almost screamed, but finally tried my best to hold it back.

As I passed slowly, I lay on the bed and thought quietly, wondering what my father looked like?From the way his crotch was held up so high, his must be very strong, and I couldn't help but insert the middle finger of my right hand into it.

I used my fingers to go in and out a few times, fantasizing that it was my father's, but my fingers were short and a little boring, so I stopped. What I wanted was a thicker thing, or a real man.

Maybe what I want in my heart is not my father's, but a man like my father.

Just when I was shocked by my daughter's thoughts and felt a little overwhelmed, the doorbell rang. I knew it was Teacher Zhang who arrived. I felt that I put down my daughter's diary and said that it was sorted out exactly the same as before. If I let my daughter know that I violated her privacy, she would be furious.

I tiptoed out of the room and went to open the door for Teacher Zhang. Teacher Zhang held the book and nodded slightly to me and walked in. As soon as I heard the door opened, my daughter ran out of the kitchen with her newly prepared sandwich and put it on the dining table to look at Teacher Zhang. But maybe she was embarrassed to say anything to the teacher in front of me because she was shy, or I said, "My wife has returned to her parents' home. Now Yingying and I are the only ones at home. I made sandwiches tonight and wanted to try them for you."

Teacher Zhang smiled and said, Yingying is so cute.

Teacher Zhang is wearing a windbreaker today, which has a navy blue with a sense of high-end feel, which often gives people a powerful ability to be mature, low-key, tolerant of everything, and gentle. When wearing it, it is like a pianist, and every move is full of elegance. When wearing it, it will not only make people shine, but also attract girls' attention.

He was wearing a pair of work pants on his lower body, unrestrained and gentle, and it has to be said that Teacher Zhang's outfit today greatly touched the age difference between him and his daughter, and looked more like a mature big brother who could take care of others.

My daughter did not eat with us, but took half a sandwich back to the room by herself. Teacher Zhang and I sat in the restaurant and chatted while eating. During this period, we talked about my daughter's academic performance. I thanked that his teaching during this period of time had significantly improved his Chinese composition level. Teacher Zhang replied modestly that this was just his job. As he spoke, he smiled and said, "I didn't expect that your daughter's cooking skills are really good. This sandwich can be sold outside."

Although I was proud, I still pretended to be very modest and said, "Oh, my daughter likes to tinker with these miscellaneous things at home, but let alone, it seems that it's OK to eat it."

Quite ok.

As Teacher Zhang said that, he opened the books that I wanted to teach my daughter today, and read them while eating them. After eating them, he turned around and said hello to me and walked into the room. I couldn't help but sigh. I have to say that Teacher Zhang is quite responsible. When I was the only one left in the living room, I couldn't help but miss my wife a little, and I didn't know what my wife was doing now.

When I got up, I suddenly found a woman's hair on the chair where Zhang Kun was sitting, and the color was very similar to that of my wife. Maybe it was because my wife fell down before, or maybe it was Teacher Zhang's girlfriend. By the way, I didn't ask Teacher Zhang if she has a partner, or so on. It should be married, right?However, young people get married very late now, and there are countless young girls and young men who are not married in their thirties. When the get out of class is over, I can't say that I can introduce a partner to Teacher Zhang. After all, such a good guy is rare now.

Just as I was lying on the sofa watching TV, the sword on the TV screen suddenly turned into a ball of snowflakes, and then a large bedroom room appeared, just as I was puzzled.

My wife actually appeared on the screen?

Then a man appeared, wearing a suit and a mask, and the man threw his wife on the bed.He skillfully took off his wife's coat, shirt and tumble skirt. At this time, his wife was left with only pink lace bras, flesh-colored ultra-thin stockings and pink lace underwear, and beige high-heeled sandals on her feet.

I took a deep breath and looked at my wife who appeared on the living room screen, lying on the bed. Her wife's body was really well maintained, her whole body was seductive and streamlined, her skin was very white, her breasts were bulging, her butt was round, and her thighs were slender.

The bee waist that Yingying held was perfectly connected to her lower body, forming a very tempting and towering curve. The lower body was matched with an equally white over-knee skirt. Although the skirt was conservative in style, the fabric was tightly matched with the body and was very tight. Her hips were very plump and perky. She looked like a round and huge peach wrapped in the tight skirt, which was round and very fleshy. The fabric of this slightly hard material seemed to be cracked. The entire skirt became a little shorter and then shrank, revealing a part of her plump and snow-white thighs. A circle of plump legs was slightly streaked on the edge of the tight skirt. You could vaguely see the complex patterns of the lace lace on the top of the stockings.

The pink, snow-white and fleshy legs are particularly slender. Few women can achieve this perfect proportion. They even feel that the proportion of beautiful legs slightly exceeds the golden ratio of 5 to 8, which makes people look like they are all beautiful legs under their necks.These beautiful legs are made of high-end meat-colored stockings and skin color reflections in the sun. They are paired with light white high heels of about 5 cm, which perfectly complements her delicate figure.

Didn’t your wife go back to her parents’ home?Where is this? This is not my wife’s parents’ home at all. Who is this man in a suit wearing a mask?

It is true that as I grow older, I gradually become unable to do sexual intercourse. Every time I see my wife's unsatisfactory appearance, I sometimes fantasize about finding a man with a strong penis, thrusting her wife hard without stopping, making her gentle and intellectual face full of uncontrollable lewdness, and making her rational eyes transform into an instinctive desire when mating. Every time I think of this, my cock can't help but get harder, which is stronger than the stimulation and pleasure brought by my wife and I, but that is just a taboo fantasy. If these become reality, I think I still can't accept it.

Could it be that my wife cheated on her?

My first reaction was to keep the evidence. I turned the volume to the lowest level, took out my phone, and started recording the video. No matter why such a picture appeared on this TV, I had to collect the evidence. After about three minutes, the picture was frozen in the wife lying on the bed, and the man only showed half of his body.

I sent the recorded video to my wife, then called her, and my wife asked after answering it, Huh?What's wrong with my husband?

What's wrong you said?

I pressed my anger and asked my wife, and faced her still puzzled doubts, I said, I sent you a video, you clicked it and saw if the person inside was you.

After being silent for a while, my wife seemed to suppress her anger and said, "Look at me if the person inside is me."

After saying this, my mother-in-law's voice came from the other side, and my wife said a few times, here she came.

After saying that, I told me that you were crazy about watching porn movies at home, right?I won’t tell you anymore, I’m dead, this joke is not funny at all.

This made me confused. I quickly found the video again, but I found clues when I saw it. Although this woman's figure and shape were almost the same as her wife, and her face shape was similar, but when I looked closely, her facial features seemed to be different, but because the pixels were not very high, they were also very blurry.

Could it be that this is whose prank?

Thinking of my wife's relationship with me for ten years, I gradually dispelled my suspicion.

It seems that I was wrongly blamed by my wife. I have to find an opportunity to apologize to her, but who is so bored? And how could this TV play such a thing? Could it be that who controlled it remotely?I pressed my confusion and the TV returned to normal.

It was about an hour before my daughter's class ended. I was bored and opened the pornographic website software on my phone and read the novel. This is a way for adult men to pass away their loneliness.

A "Author of the Wife's Destruction" attracted my attention, and the introduction said that everything happened was real experience, which made me very interested and opened the page to read.

After saying goodbye to him, I returned to my previous life. I called my husband every day, listened to him patiently, locked him in the room alone, and continued to be lonely. He also looked for me, and even found a unit. I told him that I had a husband. I'm sorry, don't come to me again, and told him to forget me and never see him again. He is my daughter's family teacher. At first, I hated him very much. His eyes were always mixed with too many impurities when he looked at me, but slowly, he might really teach my daughter seriously, and my impression of him began to change.

Seeing this, I was shocked and looked at my virgin’s bedroom not far away. Why is this so similar to my wife’s experience? Isn’t this family teacher Zhang Kun?

But how could such a coincidence happen in the world?There are so many family teachers and so many people with daughters. There are more than tens of thousands of users of this porn site. It is impossible to be such a coincidence. Moreover, my wife and I stay together every day, and I have not caught any clues. It is impossible.

But even though I said so, the same experience gave me an inexplicable sense of immersion, as if this woman who was telling the journey of my heart was really my wife.

Thinking of this, my lower body couldn't help but stand up. I also thought that the woman I loved most betrayed me and got along with other men, but I knew that this was impossible, so I could enjoy the excitement without restraint.

The outsider is in the room not far away from me, which makes me feel even more ashamed of me that I am very ugly and vulgar. This feeling is very complicated, but also very happy.

I continued to look down.

However, the lonely life is too ruthless. I stayed up day by day. In the room at night, in addition to missing my husband, I often missed him, wondering what he is doing now? Did he find a new girlfriend? Is he doing well? Sometimes I have an illusion, am I still in love with my husband? Am I falling in love with him?But I feel it carefully. I love it. I really love it. I yearn very much for being inseparable from my husband every day. But what exactly are he and me? Do I love him too? The answer is love, but it is definitely not as deep, so bitter, and so heart-wrenching as my husband. From the beginning, I was with my husband when I was a girl. We went through one difficulty after another. He is a man who is not very polite and often makes me angry, but I really love him. Later, our daughter was born. She is like our little angel. I worked hard to play the role of a good wife and mother. I gradually even forgot my identity as a woman.

But I only have joy and no pain with him.Even if I broke up with him, I didn’t have any pain. When I miss him, I only had happy memories. That kind of joy tempted me too much. I don’t want the world to be sad. I’m sad all the time. I also want to smile all day long and live a better life.

As the days pass by, I gradually feel that life is not that boring, but some feelings always spread out uncontrollably.

I thought of the first time I went out alone with him. The sunset was setting, and the temperature remained unabated in the end of summer. I was empty after just after the phone call. I wanted to go out to play and be happy, but I couldn't be happy at all. But I saw him. He stood there with his hands behind his back and looked at me. I ignored him and walked home. He ignored me and followed slowly. I turned around and said, "What are you going to do? Don't torture me anymore."He stopped and looked at me, smiling without saying a word, I continued to walk, he continued to follow, I turned back, he smiled again.

I was so depressed that I thought to myself, why are you laughing at?What's so funny?

Oh, is there something dirty on his face? Or is it something that was touched by someone behind his back? Unconsciously, he put his hands on his back, opened his bag and took out the mirror to take a look. There is nothing Ah? I hate it, he pestered him, what do he want to do?

My heart kept beating.As I almost got home, I couldn't help it. I looked back at him. He saw that I looked at him without saying anything, and walked over with a smile. He actually brought a bouquet of roses! What a big bouquet! There are 99 flowers, and my heart shines. My husband hasn't given me roses for a long time, and I also forgot that I am a woman who loves flowers very much.

Given to you. After saying that, he turned his head and left.

I held the flower and looked at his distant back, feeling so happy in my heart. What should I do?

The self-report ends here. I was a little disappointed when I read it because it was really just a self-report of mentality, without any flesh-scenes. But I figured it out in a flash that this is a woman's self-report, not a fictional pornographic novel. It can be seen that this is a woman with a very high moral standard. In her heart, love is greater than sex. If that is the case, how could she shamelessly put the description of sex into her words?

Just when I was still feeling over, the door opened and I quickly put away my phone with guilt.

Her daughter walked out with Zhang Kun in a white dress. Her legs were also wearing white stockings that girls liked to wear. Her pure face and slim figure were enough to perfectly support the unique purity of white silk.

With the white dress, her daughter is like a fairy. I also know that she has become the perfect school beauties in the eyes of countless boys in school. Her daughter wearing white silk is the sweet and pure first love she dreams of countless men when she smiles.

That flawless pure smile makes people feel bored. Even the gangsters outside the school can't bear to hurt such a beautiful girl. It seems to be retaining the purity left in their hearts. The daughter can be called an angel on campus and descending into the dirty hearts of countless people.

Today, Yingying’s learning efficiency is very high.

As soon as Teacher Zhang saw me, he couldn't help but praise his daughter's intelligence, but his eyes couldn't help but look at her white silk legs. The perfect curve was enough to attract the attention of any man. This made me feel a bit physiological discomfort, but it also helped Teacher Zhang in my mind. It should have been unintentional. After all, I trust my daughter's teacher very much.

When the daughter heard Teacher Zhang’s praise, her face turned red, but this rosy look a little weird, not like the shyness of the students being praised by the teacher, but like a kind of girlish love.

Maybe I'm thinking too much, but since I read my daughter's self-report, I can't help but think randomly when I see her daughter.

After seeing off Teacher Zhang, I wanted to talk to my daughter about sex, but I didn’t know how to speak. I wanted to give my daughter a correct sexual concept, so I had to give up in the end. It would be better for my wife to talk to her about this kind of thing.

When I was sleeping at night, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. When my wife thought of the daughter, I thought of the scene I saw on TV today, and my daughter's self-report, I sighed. What's this called? Just as I buried my whole head in the pillow and tried to force myself to get out of the upset predicament and go to sleep, a faint hum penetrated into my ears. The sound was very small, very small, and I almost thought I was hallucinating.

I opened the door by a scammer and secretly came to my daughter's room. I didn't dare to open the door, so I could only look inside through the crack of the door. It doesn't matter if I don't look, but I was stunned when I saw it.

I saw that my daughter's messy long hair was originally soft and neat, and the slender and smooth black hair was like a 5mm pencil core. Under the illumination of the moonlight and night light, the hair on the edge would become translucent, blending with the light golden light, just like my daughter would usually hold a book in one hand, or walk in the morning light or sit by the classroom window in the twilight.

At that time, she was the most beautiful scenery on earth, which made the men and women around her dare not make too loud noises, for fear of disturbing the angel. Now she was in a clumsy and skillful climax because her white and tender girl's vagina was stroking and kneading her lower body like a natural creation.

I saw that my daughter was a little stupid because of her strong happiness. She only shook her head and her hips, making her hair as pencil-like as scattered.

My daughter is actually masturbating!

Suddenly I felt guilty. No father could have secretly watched my daughter masturbate. But my legs were as if they were glued to the ground, and I couldn't breathe. Seeing my daughter lying on the bed, gasping for breath, I wanted to get closer to see, but the guilty feeling made me move. Just as I was about to go back to the room, my daughter's lips opened slightly and said something shocked to me.

Teacher, be my dad.

What is your daughter talking about?teacher?I suddenly thought of the gentle Zhang Kun, and the man who could take care of me like a father, which I thought of was a man who could take care of me. This association made me creepy.

Could it be that my daughter fell in love with Teacher Zhang?

I returned to the room with a heart full of thoughts and felt unconscious and didn't know how I lay on the bed. If this continues, it will definitely not work. Although I trust Teacher Zhang very much, my daughter's thoughts are beyond my control. Thinking of this, I immediately took out my cell phone and sent a text message to my wife, editing the message Wife, you go home tomorrow, I have something to discuss with you.

It was very late that my wife should have slept but didn't reply to me, so I fell asleep with my heart full of thoughts.

I came to a blue space, where I looked at myself in this space, as if I could forget the reality, but suddenly I saw my daughter, lying there, I thought I could not get over it, and Zhang Kun's gentleman turned into an evil demon at this moment. It seemed that a red iron rod was stabbed into her daughter's lower body. It was still thrusting in her vagina, and her pussy was forced to open. The hole, which was originally the size of a soybean, was now enough to stuff a table tennis ball, and her lower body wall was ruthlessly stretched open by Zhang Kun's cock.The tender flesh in the pure hole was defiled by the man's dirty sexual organs for the first time.The tender pink meat was crushed by the penis and rubbed it, as if it was about to become minced meat.The foreign body sensation in her lower body was transmitted to her brain, and the pain followed, not to mention her inner sense of morality and shame.

Dad, save me!

I seemed to be able to hear the voice in my daughter's heart. I hated and regretted it, but I couldn't get through it, and two lines of tears came out of my eyes.

I seemed to have become a torn shoe forever. My daughter was thinking in a daze that her tender pussy had become corrupt and her uterus was gradually loosening.His cock was stabbed into the mouth of the uterus.

Zhang Kun thrust hard, and his penis entered a small hole tighter than his pussy. The uterus that had never been entered opened to Zhang Kun.His cock hangs on his cervix and keeps twitching back and forth, expanding the passage.

Soon all of them were sank into her daughter's vagina.

The daughter's calves were trembling, and the sensitive and fragile uterus was forcibly stabbed into the thick cock. A piercing pain continued to hit her brain, as if she was cutting out flesh with a knife.She collapsed on the bed with weakness, her body shook subconsciously, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead, which was caused by severe pain.Play it out.The penis hit the pure and sacred uterus one after another, and raised a small fist-sized bag on his daughter's belly. It was the smooth belly that the penis pushed up by the penis after Zhang Kun's penis entered his daughter's uterus. This violent behavior made Zhang Kun's satisfaction constantly strengthen.He was greedy for his daughter's uterus and shouted, "Is it a pleasure!"

My daughter was like a doll that was being played with. Her eyes were covered with large pieces of white eyes and saliva dripped constantly, looking at the ceiling without any hesitation.Zhang Kun grabbed his daughter's buttocks hard and pressed her lower body tightly.

I want you to get pregnant, I want you and your mother and daughter to have a baby for me!Let your incompetent father wear two cuckolds!

No!

I roared in despair.

The sunlight awakened me from my dream, and I had already made a cold sweat in my dream.

Open my eyes and opened my phone, and my wife's message replied to it. What's wrong with Ah, what are you doing? I just returned to my parents' home and was about to leave. Why did I tell my mother about Ah?

I took a deep breath and replied. Anyway, it's right for you to come back. I can't explain the specific matter clearly on the phone, it has something to do with my daughter.

About ten minutes later, my wife replied. I got home at 3:00 pm.

After I got the news that my wife was home, I felt like I had a backbone, because it involved my daughter's understanding of both genders. As a father, I was definitely not as good as her mother.

Thinking of the dream I had last night, Zhang Kun's gentle and elegant look appeared in my mind again. My mood was very complicated. I knew that dreams were virtual, but Zhang Kun's violent side was always lingering in my heart.

Thinking of this, I felt even more guilty about Teacher Zhang, who trusted him. Should I fire him?

What reason should I use to fire him?

Really a headache.

In the afternoon, my wife came home and saw her pushing the door open. I had been waiting at home for a long time. I looked at my wife's plump and plump flesh wearing a sky-blue knee-length dress with elegant white rose patterns, covering it with a light and light green transparent shawl blouse; the round buttocks of the buttocks outlined the eye-catching perfect curve; no matter how you maintain it, it is impossible to avoid the mature woman with a little fat bulge slightly raised and fluctuated with her breathing, without destroying her overall temperament, and adding a bit of fleshy feeling; her tender and flawless arms showed a hazy and dreamy sensuality through the transparent veil fabric of the shirt.

When I see Ri's arms, I think of all nudes. When I think of all nudes, I think of genitals. When I think of genitals, I think of sexual intercourse. When I think of sexual intercourse, I think of hybrids.

This sentence is no longer a satirical sentence here. Any man with a handle will inevitably fall into this strange association, because the seductive aura emitted by his wife's every move is really irresistible.

As the sight moved down, under the skirt eaves with elegant white rose lace, a pair of round and beautiful calves were stepping on a pair of classic pointed heels with hollowed-out sides. The thin heels of at least 7 cm made two healthy and beautiful muscle curves stretched out on the white calves, and the already slim figure seemed to be more protruding and curling.

If you look closely, you will find that the flawless jade feet and calves seem to have a matte texture. It turns out that they are wearing second layers of ultra-thin skin-transparent stockings.

The pair of small and beautiful wrapped in delicate silk fabrics reveals the soft arch and outer soles of the foot, as well as the deep stocking toe toe roots from the hollowed-out and shallow-mouthed upper of the pointed-toe high heels.

What the hell is going on!Tell me!

The wife sat on the sofa and slowly put her bag aside. It was obvious that she was still angry with the last night.

Wife, I think, I want to fire Teacher Zhang.

My wife was shocked and reacted and fired!?Why, is Teacher Zhang not good at teaching Yingying?

Very well taught.

Then why?

I was hesitant and couldn't speak, so I finally made up my mind to say it out. I found that Yingying might like Teacher Zhang a little.

Just because of this, you have to fire him?

Yes, it's because of this.

The wife said firmly, No, I don’t agree. It is very normal for girls to like teachers when they are adolescence and have a feeling of admiration for teachers. If you fire the teacher just because of this, it is a very irresponsible behavior.

I originally wanted to say that my daughter called Teacher Zhang's name when she masturbated, but then I thought about it if my wife asked me how I knew, I couldn't tell her that I eavesdropped on it.

I had to start from another perspective and asked, didn’t you tell me before that you don’t like this Teacher Zhang very much?

Once upon a time, as long as he teaches our daughter seriously, I will recognize him as a good teacher.

This way...

I pondered for a while, but didn't know how to solve this problem. Soon in the evening, Zhang Kun came to my home on time. I looked at the familiar face and thought of the dream I had last night, and I felt unfamiliar. I specially observed the look of my wife and Teacher Zhang looking at each other, which was very normal.

Could it be that I am really nervous and fussy?

Everything is exactly the same as usual. When I was lying in bed at night, my wife was already asleep, and I turned on my phone to read pornographic novels. I wanted to see if the self-report I had updated last night. Thinking of this, my lower body reacted again. Looking at my sleeping wife, I thought I had worked hard to get her body until I got the certificate. Now... my wife's snow-white body and the perfect arc outlined by her slender waist made me feel inexplicably panic and panic. The words my wife said in my arms when she was newly married: as if she was acting coquettishly. Husband, I love me, I want to give birth to a child for you.

I remembered the self-reported statement I saw at night. I couldn't understand my own psychology. At the same time, I was immersed in this kind of pleasure of beingtrayed. The guilt that I felt inexplicably rising towards my wife, and the moment when the exaggerated penis ejaculated his wife's flat abdomen slightly raised, and once again put his hand under me.