Chapter 62

Seeing Natasha's reaction, I was really shocked. Natasha licked the hole in her father's plane cup and tasted the hormones left by her father, which highlighted Natasha's desire for her father.

Perhaps Natasha was more subtle, but her inner desire may be no less than that of her father.

After calming down for a while, Natasha began to clean up the room, while her father seemed to be hiding on the first floor on purpose, constantly finding things for herself.

At this time, the workers in the yard kept looking for me, so I could only temporarily turn off the surveillance of my mobile phone, and then go to the yard to check the drawings with the workers.

When I was having lunch and resting, I could only turn on the surveillance camera at home to take a look. I found that my father and Natasha were having lunch together, and their expressions became much more natural, but they were speechless.

When looking at each other, although they did not dodge their eyes, their eyes were still a little shy. When the two looked at each other, there was a trace of inexplicable things in their eyes, which seemed to be lust, and likes and desires.

Although the two of them now don’t seem as casual and intimate as before, there is a little more special ambiguity.

They seem a little distant on the surface, but in fact they have become closer than the past, even better than the most normal relationship between father-in-law and father.

Due to the epidemic, the father-in-law and daughter-in-law can only stay at home. According to Natasha, each household can only have another fixed person. Every three days, she takes the certificate issued by the community or property to go out to shop ingredients once every three days, and stay at home at other times.

I have to say that this is really a god-given opportunity. The father-in-law and daughter-in-law were imprisoned in this home, just like a prison, making neither the father-in-law and daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law and were unable to leave each other.

After a busy afternoon, the workers went home one after another. I have to say that construction in winter is really not a good idea, but there is no way. Although the construction period is a little slower, there has been obvious changes in the yard.

Maybe for a long time, I need to live such a life.

I built a house with workers during the day, and at night I watched surveillance videos to learn about the progress of my father and Natasha.

At night, I squatted by the stove and ate takeout, while my father and Natasha were having supper, and even our meal time was the same.

Both father and Natasha were not introverts, so the embarrassment disappeared quickly. The two of them said more than noon, but they were talking about some epidemics, or sales matters. It seemed that both of them were avoiding what happened last night, as if nothing had happened last night.

And this night my father was surprisingly not drinking, and so did Natasha.

My father drank alcohol almost every night, which helped promote sleep and relieve daytime fatigue.

And I thought about it for one reason why my father didn’t drink, that is, I was afraid of doing something wrong after drinking.

After drinking, people often have low self-control, and this is how disordered they get after drinking.

My father might have to endure it in his heart, but it would be difficult to control it after drinking.

After drinking, my father was surprised not to watch TV in the living room, and Natasha also returned to the bedroom.

Natasha was wiggling something with her phone, and soon the sound of video requests sounded on my WeChat, interrupting the surveillance screen.

I quickly picked up Natasha's video. At this time, Natasha had returned to normal, but there was a faint sadness in her eyes, and it seemed that there was something unspeakable.

I naturally knew what was going on. Seeing her reluctant but stopped, I impulsively wanted to show off with Natasha several times, telling Natasha that she didn't mind having sex with her father and that she had a cuckold habit of slutting her wife.

If I show up with her directly, will Natasha accept it?

Will you have sex with your father without any worries?

I was a little confused. In my heart, this is something that normal people cannot accept, and it is a recognized abnormal psychology. If Natasha knew about it, would it cause a rift in our relationship?

Will she look down on me?

No matter how I think about it, I dare not take that risk.

Finally, Natasha and I chatted for a few words and hung up the video. Suddenly I found that there was a slight gap between Natasha and me. Perhaps both of us were both worried, so we were careful in speaking, which also reduced a lot of topics.

The video just now is nothing more than Natasha’s complaints about the epidemic and also talks about the impact of sales.

As for her and her father, she did not mention it.

After hanging up with Natasha, I was about to turn on the video again, but the prompt tone of WHATSAPP sounded again.

Natasha: Are you there?

Me: At, sister, I quickly replied to Natasha. At this time, I have to admire my cleverness. I can use this method to explore many secrets of Natasha. Perhaps in reality, what she could not tell anyone could share here, because she thinks that Sophia is a stranger she will never meet.

Natasha is so confused...

Me: Haven’t you considered it clearly yet?

Natasha: If this continues, I really don’t have the confidence to keep the final bottom line…

Me: What do you say?

Natasha: Because of the epidemic, I can’t live without this place and I can’t go abroad to find a husband. Now this home is like a prison, tied my husband's father and I firmly together. After those things happened last night, for the whole day, I kept thinking about everything that happened last night and how I felt last night. There were several times... I was moved, and I had the urge to take off myself naked, and to flush cold water.

Me: Then you go and find what you want. Actually, it really happened, and nothing big is going on.Just like me, as long as I am careful and will not be discovered by my husband, everything will not change and I can enjoy things that other women cannot enjoy.

Natasha: I can't be sorry for my husband. If I were single now, I would definitely hand myself over to him without hesitation.

Me: Have you fallen in love with your husband’s father?When I saw Natasha's words, I was shocked. Natasha has not lost her virginity yet, can't she lose her heart first?

Natasha: Love?Not so, it just has a special feeling. Firstly, it is the fatherly love I dream of, and secondly, it is a sense of security. It is mainly because it is the type that our Ukrainian women like, the strong and very strong.

Me: Then your husband is very thin?At this moment, I felt a little jealous, but I still asked, and I was still a little nervous now.

Natasha: He is very thin, but in my heart, his image is very tall... After Natasha pondered for a while, she finally replied to the message.

Seeing Natasha’s message, I smiled bitterly and felt a little comforted.

Natasha can say this, but she is already worried about my face. Compared with her father, I am indeed very thin and have never made any effort since I was a child. How can I compare with my father?

Even the size of the genitals cannot be compared with that of the father.

Natasha was just telling the truth, I had to face this fact.

Me: If you don’t have a husband and are single, will you fall in love with your husband’s father?At this time, my fingers were trembling and said I typed these words with my phone, and my heart was beating very fast.

For me, I definitely hope that Natong Tasha's heart will always be with me, and at most I can only lose my virginity to my father, but when I think of Natasha's physical and mental loss, I feel a stimulation of being tortured.

Natasha: Yes... A long time later, Natasha finally replied to the message, just a simple word that made me feel a little suffocated.

Me: You won’t lose your heart, right?

Natasha: No, I admire my husband’s father, but I love my husband. I felt much more at ease before seeing Natasha’s words.

Me: Actually, you can look for excitement without breaking through the bottom line... I started to give Natasha a maze soup again.

Natasha: What do you say?

Me: For example, you can masturbate him Ah, or give him oral sex Ah, do you know the 69 style?It’s just that you are lying on him, or he is lying on you, he gives you a blowjob, and you give him a blowjob, and this kind of oral sex at the same time is so exciting...

After I sent this message, Natasha fell into silence.

Natasha: Have you done it?

Me: Not yet, I'm going to try it tonight...

Natasha: Let's go...

Me: Your bottom line is to prevent his genitals from being inserted into your genitals... You can also let him help you masturbate, or you send him a video of masturbation to seduce him, but he can't get you. Moreover, this kind of exposure is also stimulating. At least I will feel this way, it depends on you.........

After posting this sentence, Natasha hadn’t replied to the message for a long time. I felt that she wouldn’t seem to reply. Did something unexpected happen?

I quickly turned on the surveillance screen at home...