This reminded me of myself, but strangely, I didn't have a single tear, and I couldn't even find the shadow of sadness. My husband and I were still comforting her
She cried very infectiously, and her tears made the emotional component in this game worse. I think it's good to be true. If everyone is immersed in pure physical happiness, it will make us feel sad, and we will even begin to doubt our attitude towards love
Women are always a little sensitive, I love her very much, just like I love myself
So I asked my husband to hold her, and I hugged her husband behind me. Actually, I needed him at that moment, but I didn't say it out.
My head was pressed against his back, feeling the temperature of his chest, this warm embrace I knew... I couldn't bear to leave
It took her a long time to stabilize her emotions, and I think it was because of the comfort of the two men.
Feng and I think men get more happiness than women in this game, and we were very friendly at that time.
Her smile is charming
After taking a shower separately, we sat back in the living room and discussed how to sleep at night
Actually, when I was taking a shower, I made it clear to my husband: I don’t want to be together peacefully all night. This is true. I didn’t expect that at that time, and I didn’t want my husband to stay overnight with another woman. I just started from myself and strongly asked.
So when everyone discusses, they try to cover up their attitude. Of course, it is clear that it will definitely hurt a fragile soul more or less
I smiled and said: I'm still not used to sleeping with strangers. If the lights are turned on, everyone will see my frank and unconcealed smile.
Everyone doesn't agree with me, because they're still discussing it
You decided, I will say this for any three of them, maybe they are all looking forward to a new feeling of sleep
I suddenly felt a kind of sadness... I was very depressed, but I was very stubborn.
I insisted: It's better to sleep with my own people, otherwise... I'm really not used to it.
They agreed, because my reason is high-sounding
My husband and I went back to the room, and of course there was a slight discomfort.
I am a selfish, willful and ruthless woman. I blame my husband for not caring about my feelings, for not caring for me, for not loving me as much as he said, for blaming him for not loving me, for blaming him for all kinds of things... My tricky and weird questions often make him unable to argue. I hit him, pinch him, twist him, and I made him swear to love me... I turned my back, held my shoulders with my hands, my hair hung lonely on my chest, my tears flowed, my breath was heavy, I felt that sex made everything fragile, I was sad, I fear, I was lonely...
I think of any man worthy of my miss: When I think of Z, I really want to send a text message at three o'clock in the morning to tell him that I miss him, his pure and monotonous emotions, I know he would say that the world is better, so I miss the pure life in the past very much... When I think of Xiao Tang, WXY, WY, and strange moods... At that time, anyone who had expressed concern to me might become my object of congratulations, and my tears had wet my hair on my temples...
At this moment, Ping pushed the door and said to her husband: Let's change to sleep! I was very unhappy when I heard it, but I didn't say a word
My breath made him feel strange, so he asked my husband what's wrong with me?
The husband said he was crying, and he asked why, but the husband said he didn't know, so he said: Then you go to bed!
After leaving, I pretended to be calm and said: Are you disappointed? Otherwise, I'll sleep alone... I won't be angry, really
My husband laughed, he hugged me hard
I hid, and he hugged hard, and I hid again, and he hugged... Finally, I cried into his arms with grievance, saying all kinds of wrongdoing him, and cried so hard...
He started kissing my earlobe... We did it well once, sweating all over, but then fell asleep. I still had the same posture, holding him tightly from behind... He used to always put his legs on me, but since I got pregnant in 2002, my husband has maintained this sleeping position in order not to put my abdomen under pressure. Therefore, this posture has become our best sleeping position now in the past two years.
It was already past ten o'clock in the morning when I woke up. I kissed my husband. He was a little excited. I advised him to go to the next room. He said he couldn't go. I knew he was telling me, but I was still very happy... The woman was stupid at this. I don't know why my mood was inexplicably getting better.
He's gone, Ping is here
Ping was very concerned about his wife and asked me: Are you talking about them?
I said: You go and have a look!
He asked: Do you go?
I said: I don't have the courage and he's gone
He will come back soon, and I asked: Are you finished?
He said: It's over, it seems
So, I put on my clothes and felt a little nervous, but I still said bravely: I'll go see it too
The husband sat by the bed, and the wind was sitting, and the two were at a certain distance
When they saw me coming, they laughed
I said: How is it?
Husband said: No, there is pressure
I asked why? He said: I'm always worried that someone will come...
I said: I didn't mean to come here, he said I'll come here only after you finish
My explanation is correct, but the correct explanation just provides a good cover for my true thoughts... I am still very selfish
So, everyone got up together, washed up, and then the men went downstairs to buy groceries. I watched TV in the living room, and she was surfing the Internet.
Later, the men cooked, and she helped me to do it, and I surfed the Internet in the inner room.
Seeing TS and mood online is like meeting a relative, and the unspeakable grievances suddenly surged up... They comforted me, enlightened me, and even blamed me, but no matter what, they were doing for my own good.
That was the best gift I got on that day... Mood I even called to comfort me and listen to my confession
My husband smiled tolerantly when he saw me chatting. He knew that I was looking for comfort, which was something he could not give.
During the meal, Ping carefully served rice, picked up food, poured drinks for his wife, and later cleaned up the dishes... This is a good husband, Feng is very happy
After lunch, Feng Heping made a move in the room and asked her husband to take photos for them. At that time, I was extremely tolerant (I think I was against my will at that time, I don’t know if I can be considered honest when I say it now, haha). He said to her husband: Come on, I will help you take photos.
My husband shook his head and asked me to see them. I felt less depressed.
They are very lingering and devoted
Later they suggested that we do it, saying that we would record it together, so our two families were doing their own things on the same bed, and the water in the well was not interfering with the river... But I felt very comfortable, and I fainted on my husband again.
I like this, I love my husband very much, and at this moment I can only accept this kind of love
Later, everyone felt that this was contrary to our original intention. Yes, how could this happen?
So, I changed it naturally
I watched my husband move hard on the wind, and my face was full of smiles. The wind's screams increased significantly. Ping asked: Is it comfortable? Feng didn't have time to answer... I felt like an audience member in the audience, although Ping was moving above my body with all his strength... Ping ejaculated, I looked at my husband, he looked back at me, and it was almost over.
Feng was lying on the bed for a long time without any strength, Ping kept stroking her...
The porridge we cooked for dinner, we had a good meal
After that, Feng had to work and went to the inner room. The three of us watched the discs outside. It was "Pianoist". Although we heard about it a long time ago, we only watched it for the first time today. It was really good.
They have many good movies, and they just like to collect this
The scene was very beautiful at that time. I sat among them next to my husband. In front of me was a flat-cut watermelon. There was no light, but the light on the TV screen flashed with the plot... We talked happily, and the flat left finger gently rubbed my hips, moving in a very small range through my pajamas...
After "The Pianist", Ping played another movie. At this time, my husband's fingers touched my body. He looked at me in surprise. I knew he was asking me why it was wet underneath?
I smiled embarrassedly, and his fingers became dishonest and even smiled evilly...
I couldn't help but twist my body, and at the same time, my upper body leaned towards Ping. Ping catered to me, and my husband made movements behind me... At that moment, I felt very charming because I was expressing myself in front of two men at the same time.
She cried very infectiously, and her tears made the emotional component in this game worse. I think it's good to be true. If everyone is immersed in pure physical happiness, it will make us feel sad, and we will even begin to doubt our attitude towards love
Women are always a little sensitive, I love her very much, just like I love myself
So I asked my husband to hold her, and I hugged her husband behind me. Actually, I needed him at that moment, but I didn't say it out.
My head was pressed against his back, feeling the temperature of his chest, this warm embrace I knew... I couldn't bear to leave
It took her a long time to stabilize her emotions, and I think it was because of the comfort of the two men.
Feng and I think men get more happiness than women in this game, and we were very friendly at that time.
Her smile is charming
After taking a shower separately, we sat back in the living room and discussed how to sleep at night
Actually, when I was taking a shower, I made it clear to my husband: I don’t want to be together peacefully all night. This is true. I didn’t expect that at that time, and I didn’t want my husband to stay overnight with another woman. I just started from myself and strongly asked.
So when everyone discusses, they try to cover up their attitude. Of course, it is clear that it will definitely hurt a fragile soul more or less
I smiled and said: I'm still not used to sleeping with strangers. If the lights are turned on, everyone will see my frank and unconcealed smile.
Everyone doesn't agree with me, because they're still discussing it
You decided, I will say this for any three of them, maybe they are all looking forward to a new feeling of sleep
I suddenly felt a kind of sadness... I was very depressed, but I was very stubborn.
I insisted: It's better to sleep with my own people, otherwise... I'm really not used to it.
They agreed, because my reason is high-sounding
My husband and I went back to the room, and of course there was a slight discomfort.
I am a selfish, willful and ruthless woman. I blame my husband for not caring about my feelings, for not caring for me, for not loving me as much as he said, for blaming him for not loving me, for blaming him for all kinds of things... My tricky and weird questions often make him unable to argue. I hit him, pinch him, twist him, and I made him swear to love me... I turned my back, held my shoulders with my hands, my hair hung lonely on my chest, my tears flowed, my breath was heavy, I felt that sex made everything fragile, I was sad, I fear, I was lonely...
I think of any man worthy of my miss: When I think of Z, I really want to send a text message at three o'clock in the morning to tell him that I miss him, his pure and monotonous emotions, I know he would say that the world is better, so I miss the pure life in the past very much... When I think of Xiao Tang, WXY, WY, and strange moods... At that time, anyone who had expressed concern to me might become my object of congratulations, and my tears had wet my hair on my temples...
At this moment, Ping pushed the door and said to her husband: Let's change to sleep! I was very unhappy when I heard it, but I didn't say a word
My breath made him feel strange, so he asked my husband what's wrong with me?
The husband said he was crying, and he asked why, but the husband said he didn't know, so he said: Then you go to bed!
After leaving, I pretended to be calm and said: Are you disappointed? Otherwise, I'll sleep alone... I won't be angry, really
My husband laughed, he hugged me hard
I hid, and he hugged hard, and I hid again, and he hugged... Finally, I cried into his arms with grievance, saying all kinds of wrongdoing him, and cried so hard...
He started kissing my earlobe... We did it well once, sweating all over, but then fell asleep. I still had the same posture, holding him tightly from behind... He used to always put his legs on me, but since I got pregnant in 2002, my husband has maintained this sleeping position in order not to put my abdomen under pressure. Therefore, this posture has become our best sleeping position now in the past two years.
It was already past ten o'clock in the morning when I woke up. I kissed my husband. He was a little excited. I advised him to go to the next room. He said he couldn't go. I knew he was telling me, but I was still very happy... The woman was stupid at this. I don't know why my mood was inexplicably getting better.
He's gone, Ping is here
Ping was very concerned about his wife and asked me: Are you talking about them?
I said: You go and have a look!
He asked: Do you go?
I said: I don't have the courage and he's gone
He will come back soon, and I asked: Are you finished?
He said: It's over, it seems
So, I put on my clothes and felt a little nervous, but I still said bravely: I'll go see it too
The husband sat by the bed, and the wind was sitting, and the two were at a certain distance
When they saw me coming, they laughed
I said: How is it?
Husband said: No, there is pressure
I asked why? He said: I'm always worried that someone will come...
I said: I didn't mean to come here, he said I'll come here only after you finish
My explanation is correct, but the correct explanation just provides a good cover for my true thoughts... I am still very selfish
So, everyone got up together, washed up, and then the men went downstairs to buy groceries. I watched TV in the living room, and she was surfing the Internet.
Later, the men cooked, and she helped me to do it, and I surfed the Internet in the inner room.
Seeing TS and mood online is like meeting a relative, and the unspeakable grievances suddenly surged up... They comforted me, enlightened me, and even blamed me, but no matter what, they were doing for my own good.
That was the best gift I got on that day... Mood I even called to comfort me and listen to my confession
My husband smiled tolerantly when he saw me chatting. He knew that I was looking for comfort, which was something he could not give.
During the meal, Ping carefully served rice, picked up food, poured drinks for his wife, and later cleaned up the dishes... This is a good husband, Feng is very happy
After lunch, Feng Heping made a move in the room and asked her husband to take photos for them. At that time, I was extremely tolerant (I think I was against my will at that time, I don’t know if I can be considered honest when I say it now, haha). He said to her husband: Come on, I will help you take photos.
My husband shook his head and asked me to see them. I felt less depressed.
They are very lingering and devoted
Later they suggested that we do it, saying that we would record it together, so our two families were doing their own things on the same bed, and the water in the well was not interfering with the river... But I felt very comfortable, and I fainted on my husband again.
I like this, I love my husband very much, and at this moment I can only accept this kind of love
Later, everyone felt that this was contrary to our original intention. Yes, how could this happen?
So, I changed it naturally
I watched my husband move hard on the wind, and my face was full of smiles. The wind's screams increased significantly. Ping asked: Is it comfortable? Feng didn't have time to answer... I felt like an audience member in the audience, although Ping was moving above my body with all his strength... Ping ejaculated, I looked at my husband, he looked back at me, and it was almost over.
Feng was lying on the bed for a long time without any strength, Ping kept stroking her...
The porridge we cooked for dinner, we had a good meal
After that, Feng had to work and went to the inner room. The three of us watched the discs outside. It was "Pianoist". Although we heard about it a long time ago, we only watched it for the first time today. It was really good.
They have many good movies, and they just like to collect this
The scene was very beautiful at that time. I sat among them next to my husband. In front of me was a flat-cut watermelon. There was no light, but the light on the TV screen flashed with the plot... We talked happily, and the flat left finger gently rubbed my hips, moving in a very small range through my pajamas...
After "The Pianist", Ping played another movie. At this time, my husband's fingers touched my body. He looked at me in surprise. I knew he was asking me why it was wet underneath?
I smiled embarrassedly, and his fingers became dishonest and even smiled evilly...
I couldn't help but twist my body, and at the same time, my upper body leaned towards Ping. Ping catered to me, and my husband made movements behind me... At that moment, I felt very charming because I was expressing myself in front of two men at the same time.
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