Chapter 126

Crazy... But before Natasha had a choice, her father suddenly stood up and hooked Natasha's slender waist with both hands. The father quickly pulled out his legs from Natasha's crotch, knelt on Natasha's butt, and then turned into a back-entry style again...

If the battery is insufficient, it will shut down in thirty seconds... At this moment, a screen suddenly appeared on the laptop. Just now, the laptop prompted that the battery was insufficient. It was just that I was focusing on the playback of the monitoring, so I closed the dialog box with the mouse and didn't care at all.

Crack... When my father got up, he pushed his crotch forward, and Natasha's hands suddenly lay on the bed, and the mattress rose and fell.

Sexy sex...

Ah... um um um um um um um...

At the last moment when the computer was turned off, I saw my father grabbing Natasha's butt, thrusting his hips back and forth, constantly hitting Natasha's butt with force, and his thick penis went in and out, and Natasha made a torture moan.

The screen is off and everything is gone.

Huh... I didn't see a short paragraph later, but I've guessed the development later.

As expected, it was good to me. My father did use it a little bit strong this time, but there was no Natasha's intentional seduction and acquiescence.

The reason why my father used it this time was because he had abstinence for too long and could not use the plane cup to vent his vent.

Coupled with Natasha's unintentional teasing, her father was a little out of control under the control of lust.

Although Natasha was angry, it made me a little worried. Natasha seemed to have begun to feel heartbroken.

I sighed again, and I opened WHATSAPP, and when I saw that there was indeed a message from Natasha.

She must need an vent at this moment after being fucked by her father.

Natasha: Are you here?

It was half an hour ago to see this message, and I don’t know if she was asleep at this time.

Me: In... I replied, and then plugged the laptop into the power and started charging.When I came back, I found that Natasha had indeed replied to the message.

Natasha: It's been a long time since I've been chatting.

Me: It's Ah, something happened recently and it just finished.

Natasha: What's the matter?

Me: It's nothing, there's a little change in the family.Natasha: What happened between you and your husband and father...

Me: No, something happened to my husband's father's body, it's okay...

Natasha: Oh...

After Natasha finally replied to one word, she fell into silence. Maybe she didn't know how to talk about the pain in her heart.

Me: What's wrong?My sister has something to worry about?Is it because your relationship with your husband’s father also has...breaked?

I typed it knowingly, but Natasha didn't reply for a long time. After waiting for five minutes, Natasha came back to reply to the message, perhaps thinking about something.

Natasha: Yes...

In just one short word, although I knew the causes and consequences of Natasha and her father, when I saw the word Natasha, I was still a little excited.

Me: Inserted?Cumming inside?

Although I knew everything, I still asked intentionally in order to disguise.

Natasha:...

Natasha didn't reply to the text, but just replied with an ellipsis.

Me: Congratulations, sister, how about it?How do you feel?

Instead of instilling a negative attitude into Natasha, I subconsciously...

Is this a kind of encouragement?

Just now, I felt uncomfortable when I saw Natasha being forced by her father.

Natasha: I don't know, my heart is so chaotic now...

Me: Do you feel sorry for your husband?

Natasha: Yes, my heart hurts so much when I think of him, and now I just want to escape...

I took a deep breath, felt a little comfort in my heart, and I was also a little confused at this time.

When I saw the scene of my father having sex with Natasha, my heart was turbulent, but when I thought of Natasha having feelings for her father, I felt sad again.

It seems that the plots in the novel are still mostly fictional. It is said that the father-in-law and daughter-in-law will not change their minds after having sex. It is just a physical fusion and comfort.

But what about reality?

People's hearts are made of flesh. A man and a woman are alone all day long and have sex with her. How can she not fall in love over time?

It is said that the shortcut to a woman's heart is a woman's vagina, and this sentence is truly true.

Me: What do you want to do?

Natasha: I don't know, so I just want to ask you now.It would be great if I could be as free and easy as you.

Me: Actually, it’s enough just not let your husband know.

Also, don't change your mind.

The body can be given to your husband's father, but the heart cannot.

If your heart is always on your husband, the rest doesn’t matter. Sometimes losing your mind is more serious than losing your body.

Me: Just like me, my husband and father have been with me for a long time, but I still love my husband the most.To me, my husband’s father is like a human masturbator.

I had this worry in my heart, so I called it out and explained the situation directly in a vague way. At the same time, I also wanted to find out the bottom of Natasha's heart.

Of course, my stories are all fictional anyway, so I can lie shamelessly.

Natasha: But I...

Natasha's reply was half a day before she replied, and it was just three short words, but it surprised me. What I was most worried about wouldn't really happen, right?

I started typing, my fingers started to tremble frequently, not sure if it was nervous or fear.

Me: Are you in love with your husband’s father?

Natasha: Although I don't want to admit it, yes...

Me: How is it possible?In just one or two months, you changed your mind?

When I made this last sentence, I felt very sad. Natasha changed her mind too quickly, right?Is the relationship between me and her so unstable?

Natasha: I don't know why, maybe...

Maybe when I was with my husband, it was because of my gratitude.

To be honest, my husband is not my favorite type.

Natasha: And her husband's father...

But it is my favorite type, mature, steady, down-to-earth...

Strong, and...

I don't know why, he entered my heart so quickly.

Natasha fans uttered their words twice. Seeing this, I didn’t know what it felt like.

When Natasha married me, I knew she was grateful.

When I was chasing her, I also took advantage of this. No matter what, I wanted to marry Natasha at that time, so I took advantage of Natasha's gratitude and I was indeed a little disgraceful.

Me: If you didn’t meet your husband first and you first meet your husband’s father, would you marry him?

Natasha fell into a long silence again. Just as I was so anxious that Natasha finally replied to the message.

Natasha: Will...resolutely.

In just five short words, I felt Natasha's firm attitude. I leaned on the small stool and pinched the bridge of my nose with my hands.

Natasha: Maybe my husband’s father is really the type I like. I have told you before that I have never had a father since I was a child, so I have a special affection for such mature men.

Especially in the past few days after I had sex with him, my heart...

It's not controlled at all.

Me: Then are you going to divorce your husband?Be with your husband's father?

Natasha: How is that possible?

I will not leave my husband.

Besides, how could I marry my husband’s father?

I'm not drowned in saliva.

Besides, my husband is not wrong, I can't...

Although I have hurt him, I don’t want to continue hurting him.

Me: Then you are ready...

Natasha: I want to leave here and return to my husband. You thought so at that time, right?

Me: Yes, I was just being my husband's father... I thought so too.It was just because the child needed care and I couldn't leave, but as a result... I gradually got used to it and accepted it.

Natasha hasn't replied, and I don't know if she is thinking or something else is happening, and the laptop is charging.

Me: Is it comfortable to have sex with your husband’s father?Are you more comfortable than your husband?I don’t know which of the two old men is better than my husband’s father.

I took the initiative to send a message to Natasha, which could be considered a little change of topic.

Natasha: I don’t want to say this anymore. I’ll go to bed first. Goodbye, sister... As a result, Natasha seemed to be in a mess and ended the call directly.

Huh... At this moment, I let out a heavy breath, then sat by the stove with my hands on my forehead. It was not just Natasha who was in a state of chaos. My mood was even more chaotic than her...