No matter how fantasy is, I can still distinguish between reality and fantasy. If my aunt really wants to be incontinent, she will probably choose to destroy me inhumanely to keep this secret.
I began to think carefully about countermeasures and secretly looked back. My aunt's two round and smooth calves were tightly entangled together. It was obvious that she was almost at the limit of her physiology. I didn't have much time left for me. Fortunately, there was no way out. A familiar ringtone rang. My mother muted the TV and answered the phone.
I seized the time when my mother was distracted, quickly got out of the bed, stepped onto the table in two steps and picked up the bottle of the drink I had drunk before and rolled it back under the bed. The whole process was done in one go. Even if my mother did not divert her attention because of answering the phone, at most she could only feel that a big mouse flashed by in a flash.
This is what you think of?!
My aunt with my back to my shoulders took the pulse I handed over, which was a little unacceptable for a moment. I wondered what her identity was. Now she was hiding under the dark bed with a junior, but she even asked her to use a drink bottle to solve her physiological problems?
What kind of evil did she do to end up taking turns
However, my aunt also knew that there was no better way now. It could even be said that there was an emergency drink bottle that was already very good. It was better to experience the feeling of wetting your pants than if she was nearly forty. Unless she could pull her face down and walk out in front of her mother, the yellow mud fell off her crotch afterwards. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't explain why she was hiding under the bed with me. Could it be that she was hiding with her mother?
I didn't need my aunt and I to analyze the interests carefully, so my aunt had already convinced herself. She hurriedly unscrewed the bottle cap and put the bottle into the bottom of her skirt. She didn't even bother to lift the skirt because she was too anxious. The action of lifting the skirt was too big and most of her white butt eggs were exposed in front of me.
The sound of the liquid rushing against the solid was quickly heard, and my aunt's trembling body finally relaxed. Suddenly, my aunt scolded and said, "What are you looking at? Why don't you turn around quickly!"
Where can I have time...
I muttered aggrievedly, I just handed the bottle to my aunt, and my aunt opened the gate and released the water. How could I give me time to react? I thought my aunt would have to worry about it for at least a while, and was preparing to persuade her to put down her reserve in time.
But at this time, my aunt must be extremely embarrassed and must not have the patience to argue with me. I would not be stupid enough to tease her at this time. I quickly turned around like avoiding suspicion. Anyway, all my aunt's operations were hidden under her skirt, and I couldn't see any reputation behind my back.
Cover your ears too!
My aunt's orders came one after another, so I had to stretch out my hands to cover my ears. It's not a big deal that my aunt was overbearing. I could fully understand her mood at this time, excrete in front of my younger generation, and say that she could not accept anything if she had poor psychological tolerance. I didn't want to take the opportunity to make any trouble. I even hoped that it would be smoother than my aunt, because I could not afford the consequences of being discovered by my mother.
I secretly prayed that a bottle of pulsation could meet my aunt's needs. I could never find a second bottle. However, although the wish of using my mouth to do it has not come true, thinking that the mouth of the bottle covered in my saliva was close to my aunt's delicate vagina, it could be considered an indirect kiss.
After a while, my aunt finally poked me with her ears in a honest manner and turned her back to her. My performance made her very satisfied. Even the favorability of her hard-to-enhancing increased by a percentage point again. However, the atmosphere was a bit awkward. Neither of them said anything, silently waiting for the opportunity to appear in front of my mother again. The bottle of pulsation, which was almost filled with yellow orange liquid, was standing quietly at my aunt's feet. Although my aunt wanted to take out a big hole in the floor tiles to bury it, the space under the bed was really limited, and she could not hide this bottle of special drinks at all. Who would have thought that this bottle of holy water would become an opportunity for me to realize my long-cherished wish.
In this small space under the dim darkness, even the flow of time became slow. I just felt that after a long time, I finally heard the sound of my mother going to the toilet and closing the door. I was shocked and hurriedly pulled my aunt who was so bored that she was about to fall asleep and left the bed.
My aunt was a little confused at first. As she realized that the time for her escape had arrived, she was about to reach the bottle and the pulse of the bottle being pushed into the corner by her, I was almost pulled away by me. My aunt was so anxious that she pulled my clothes repeatedly. Just as she was about to say something, the sound of flushing came from the direction of the bathroom. My expression changed. My mother didn't urinate frequently. Next time I waited for her chance to go to the bathroom. I don't know the year of the monkey and the month of the horse. My aunt also reacted. We didn't have much time left. She bit her lip and didn't want to spend a few hours in that dark little corner. Moreover, there was all kinds of strange smells. My aunt finally stopped singing opposite to me and followed me out of the house. Almost when I closed the door gently, my mother happened to walk out of the bathroom.
I pulled my aunt all the way up to the corner of the stairs on the 21st floor. Now I stopped at ease and breathed in fresh air. My aunt also looked like she had survived the disaster. Who would have thought that even a breath of fresh air would make people intoxicated in this peaceful era.
After a while, my aunt and I were slightly blushing and rang the doorbell with some trepidation. My mother looked at my aunt and I, who were a little embarrassed, and finally believed that I had to go out to take out the garbage because of a bet with my aunt. In order to laugh at me, my aunt followed me all the way out. In the end, because I didn't bring my cell phone key, I was both locked outside the door and had to wander around and say words.
The reason she believed it was because she knew that my aunt did such a thing when she was extremely idle
Anyway, I finally passed this level. My aunt locked myself in the bathroom before me and couldn't wait to wash it. I had to carry forward the gentlemanly style and wait silently. When my mother saw that we were back, she didn't eat outside, so she went out to buy ingredients. She sat on the sofa and sighed that the sofa, which I usually think is so ordinary, is so much better than the floor. I suddenly remembered something. While my mother was not there, my aunt returned to the room when she was still in the bathroom and hid the bottle with the remaining warmth of my aunt.
After I came out after taking a shower, my aunt was holding her arms, sitting on the sofa with a frosty face on her face, staring at the TV coldly. I instinctively felt that the atmosphere was a little bad, and I heard my aunt say coldly: Where is the thing?
What?
I asked knowingly
My aunt stood up suddenly and stared at me fiercely. She could never stand her own things falling into the hands of me, the person who was interested. Although it was just a filth, God knew what I, a lustful guy, would do. Although she didn't have much experience as a psychiatrist, she knew a lot, especially some people with special hobbies, who would drink this filthy thing as holy water. If her nephew did this, she would not know how to look directly at this guy, and she felt even more sorry for his mother...
My scalp was a little numb when my aunt stared at me. I hid the bottle of special drinks not to satisfy my appetite. After all, my sexual needs are not so hungry, but I had a sudden idea. This thing might be useful. It would be a waste of the opportunity God created for me without exploring it. My aunt's reaction really confirmed my guess. This thing is indeed something that my aunt has to care about.
I resisted my aunt's pressure and pretended to realize it: Oh, Wave, you said that Ah, I was worried that my mother would find out, so I hid it
Will your mom go over your bed without any trouble?
My aunt sneered at my words, but she said patiently: Since that's the case, why don't you give it back to me while your mother is not here!
I thought about what benefits should I use this opportunity to exchange for, and how should I speak?
What I want most is to explore my aunt's depth, but I don't have to think about it and know that it is definitely unrealistic. How could my aunt commit to me just because of a bottle of iced black tea? So how can I put this condition? What conditions are an art?
I suddenly remembered my aunt's profession. This type of person has too deep research on psychology, so he often thinks more deeply and farther than ordinary people. In layman's terms, it is easy to analyze it alone. My eyes rolled and said: Of course I can give it to you again, but you only need to pay a little price... You know...
I deliberately elongated my tone and released a highly suggestive look at my aunt. I returned to the room without waiting for her to reply and locked the door. I had to leave some time for my aunt to think about it. If I directly told her to help me with a tutor or touch my chest, what I would definitely welcome was a thunderous blow. I deliberately did not make any clear what I wanted her to do, and it was the most likely that she could tolerate the extreme benefits she could tolerate at this time. Even if my aunt was really not willing to sacrifice anything, in the end I had never made any requests, and she couldn't take the opportunity to get angry. And I would make sure to make a profit without losing anything. It was simply invincible if my aunt could give me.
I lay proudly on the bed and savored my tricks until a familiar smell of food caught me from the room. My aunt could no longer see any abnormality sitting at the table, chewing the food in her mouth fiercely, as if she could map the harm to me
After I sat down, my mother really announced that her working life was over. Next, she entered the ruling class and enjoyed the blessings. She no longer had to work overtime hard. Naturally, I was happy from the bottom of my heart. It was obviously a mother-son writing, but my aunt had more roles. Isn’t this putting the cart before the horse?
In order to celebrate my mother's escape from the sea of suffering, she decided to ask my aunt and I to improve the food this weekend. It can be regarded as the compensation for my care due to the tedious work during this period. Naturally, I agreed with both hands and feet. The main backbone of the group, the group, who would cheer with me on weekdays, still looked bitter and revengeful. She stared at me fiercely and made my mother look at my aunt in surprise from time to time. When did her sister change her temper again? She didn't take the opportunity to knock on her own bamboo stick.
Of course, I knew that my aunt was thinking about taking back my own things from me without losing her troops and losing her generals. Her mind was not at the dinner table at all. I was worried that my mother would notice the abnormality, so she kept flattering her, making her shudder and she didn't have time to care about her aunt's abnormality.
After dinner, I helped my mother clean up the dishes and kept sticking to her, saying that she wanted to make up for the lack of maternal love during this period. My aunt was naturally happy to see it and took the opportunity to sneak into my room and rummaged through the cabinets. Of course, I deliberately created an opportunity for my aunt to not let her lose her own hands. The idea that she could solve this problem through external means, so how could she make up her mind to make a deal with me.
Sure enough, when my mother and I were very committed to killing at the top of the canyon, my aunt suddenly entered my mother's bedroom, grabbed my neck and pulled me out of the room without saying a word. For the five-person team game, one person was missing, it was fatal. My aunt was not indifferent to the mother's roar full of resentment and still took me out. My mother's pressure increased because she was missing me standing under the tower and hung up the machine. She couldn't make any move to get my ownership back with her aunt. She could only rely on her superb skills for a while.
Where did you hide that thing?!
My aunt pulled me to the farthest corner from my mother's room and asked impatiently
Ah?How can you move my things without my consent?
Seeing my aunt's face full of gloomy looks and she didn't look like she was having a puzzle with me, I smiled embarrassedly and said: Of course, I am hiding in a place you can't find. How could I make such a low-level mistake?
Could you have already?!...
My aunt subconsciously raised her tone and pinched my shoulders tightly. The strength of her hands made me feel a little painful. She still couldn't drink her urine. Ask her, if a woman wants to ask a man such a question, it takes more than courage.
What am I already?
I really couldn't hear what my aunt meant, but my aunt's reaction was exactly the effect I wanted. I wish she could think about it alone. It would be better to make the more abnormal I thought, so what I could get might be beyond my expectations. As for my aunt's holy water, I didn't actually keep it, and there was no mechanism to secretly ask me to hide it seamlessly. The truth of the matter was that when my aunt returned to her room, I had already poured out the bottle of holy water and destroyed the bottle. For things that were just as early as possible and in this world, where did my aunt start to find it?
My aunt's expression was gloomy and she seemed to be wandering between trying to deal with me or compromising me. In the end, my aunt gritted her teeth and said to me: I'll wait for me in the room tomorrow afternoon!
After leaving a word of unknown meaning, my aunt acted a little embarrassed for the first time, and turned around and ran back to the room with red ears.
I stared blankly at my aunt's departure back and almost jumped around to celebrate my victory. After all, I won the bet. I began to look forward to what will happen tomorrow, will my aunt and I bet to break through?
Everything can only be announced tomorrow
I began to think carefully about countermeasures and secretly looked back. My aunt's two round and smooth calves were tightly entangled together. It was obvious that she was almost at the limit of her physiology. I didn't have much time left for me. Fortunately, there was no way out. A familiar ringtone rang. My mother muted the TV and answered the phone.
I seized the time when my mother was distracted, quickly got out of the bed, stepped onto the table in two steps and picked up the bottle of the drink I had drunk before and rolled it back under the bed. The whole process was done in one go. Even if my mother did not divert her attention because of answering the phone, at most she could only feel that a big mouse flashed by in a flash.
This is what you think of?!
My aunt with my back to my shoulders took the pulse I handed over, which was a little unacceptable for a moment. I wondered what her identity was. Now she was hiding under the dark bed with a junior, but she even asked her to use a drink bottle to solve her physiological problems?
What kind of evil did she do to end up taking turns
However, my aunt also knew that there was no better way now. It could even be said that there was an emergency drink bottle that was already very good. It was better to experience the feeling of wetting your pants than if she was nearly forty. Unless she could pull her face down and walk out in front of her mother, the yellow mud fell off her crotch afterwards. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't explain why she was hiding under the bed with me. Could it be that she was hiding with her mother?
I didn't need my aunt and I to analyze the interests carefully, so my aunt had already convinced herself. She hurriedly unscrewed the bottle cap and put the bottle into the bottom of her skirt. She didn't even bother to lift the skirt because she was too anxious. The action of lifting the skirt was too big and most of her white butt eggs were exposed in front of me.
The sound of the liquid rushing against the solid was quickly heard, and my aunt's trembling body finally relaxed. Suddenly, my aunt scolded and said, "What are you looking at? Why don't you turn around quickly!"
Where can I have time...
I muttered aggrievedly, I just handed the bottle to my aunt, and my aunt opened the gate and released the water. How could I give me time to react? I thought my aunt would have to worry about it for at least a while, and was preparing to persuade her to put down her reserve in time.
But at this time, my aunt must be extremely embarrassed and must not have the patience to argue with me. I would not be stupid enough to tease her at this time. I quickly turned around like avoiding suspicion. Anyway, all my aunt's operations were hidden under her skirt, and I couldn't see any reputation behind my back.
Cover your ears too!
My aunt's orders came one after another, so I had to stretch out my hands to cover my ears. It's not a big deal that my aunt was overbearing. I could fully understand her mood at this time, excrete in front of my younger generation, and say that she could not accept anything if she had poor psychological tolerance. I didn't want to take the opportunity to make any trouble. I even hoped that it would be smoother than my aunt, because I could not afford the consequences of being discovered by my mother.
I secretly prayed that a bottle of pulsation could meet my aunt's needs. I could never find a second bottle. However, although the wish of using my mouth to do it has not come true, thinking that the mouth of the bottle covered in my saliva was close to my aunt's delicate vagina, it could be considered an indirect kiss.
After a while, my aunt finally poked me with her ears in a honest manner and turned her back to her. My performance made her very satisfied. Even the favorability of her hard-to-enhancing increased by a percentage point again. However, the atmosphere was a bit awkward. Neither of them said anything, silently waiting for the opportunity to appear in front of my mother again. The bottle of pulsation, which was almost filled with yellow orange liquid, was standing quietly at my aunt's feet. Although my aunt wanted to take out a big hole in the floor tiles to bury it, the space under the bed was really limited, and she could not hide this bottle of special drinks at all. Who would have thought that this bottle of holy water would become an opportunity for me to realize my long-cherished wish.
In this small space under the dim darkness, even the flow of time became slow. I just felt that after a long time, I finally heard the sound of my mother going to the toilet and closing the door. I was shocked and hurriedly pulled my aunt who was so bored that she was about to fall asleep and left the bed.
My aunt was a little confused at first. As she realized that the time for her escape had arrived, she was about to reach the bottle and the pulse of the bottle being pushed into the corner by her, I was almost pulled away by me. My aunt was so anxious that she pulled my clothes repeatedly. Just as she was about to say something, the sound of flushing came from the direction of the bathroom. My expression changed. My mother didn't urinate frequently. Next time I waited for her chance to go to the bathroom. I don't know the year of the monkey and the month of the horse. My aunt also reacted. We didn't have much time left. She bit her lip and didn't want to spend a few hours in that dark little corner. Moreover, there was all kinds of strange smells. My aunt finally stopped singing opposite to me and followed me out of the house. Almost when I closed the door gently, my mother happened to walk out of the bathroom.
I pulled my aunt all the way up to the corner of the stairs on the 21st floor. Now I stopped at ease and breathed in fresh air. My aunt also looked like she had survived the disaster. Who would have thought that even a breath of fresh air would make people intoxicated in this peaceful era.
After a while, my aunt and I were slightly blushing and rang the doorbell with some trepidation. My mother looked at my aunt and I, who were a little embarrassed, and finally believed that I had to go out to take out the garbage because of a bet with my aunt. In order to laugh at me, my aunt followed me all the way out. In the end, because I didn't bring my cell phone key, I was both locked outside the door and had to wander around and say words.
The reason she believed it was because she knew that my aunt did such a thing when she was extremely idle
Anyway, I finally passed this level. My aunt locked myself in the bathroom before me and couldn't wait to wash it. I had to carry forward the gentlemanly style and wait silently. When my mother saw that we were back, she didn't eat outside, so she went out to buy ingredients. She sat on the sofa and sighed that the sofa, which I usually think is so ordinary, is so much better than the floor. I suddenly remembered something. While my mother was not there, my aunt returned to the room when she was still in the bathroom and hid the bottle with the remaining warmth of my aunt.
After I came out after taking a shower, my aunt was holding her arms, sitting on the sofa with a frosty face on her face, staring at the TV coldly. I instinctively felt that the atmosphere was a little bad, and I heard my aunt say coldly: Where is the thing?
What?
I asked knowingly
My aunt stood up suddenly and stared at me fiercely. She could never stand her own things falling into the hands of me, the person who was interested. Although it was just a filth, God knew what I, a lustful guy, would do. Although she didn't have much experience as a psychiatrist, she knew a lot, especially some people with special hobbies, who would drink this filthy thing as holy water. If her nephew did this, she would not know how to look directly at this guy, and she felt even more sorry for his mother...
My scalp was a little numb when my aunt stared at me. I hid the bottle of special drinks not to satisfy my appetite. After all, my sexual needs are not so hungry, but I had a sudden idea. This thing might be useful. It would be a waste of the opportunity God created for me without exploring it. My aunt's reaction really confirmed my guess. This thing is indeed something that my aunt has to care about.
I resisted my aunt's pressure and pretended to realize it: Oh, Wave, you said that Ah, I was worried that my mother would find out, so I hid it
Will your mom go over your bed without any trouble?
My aunt sneered at my words, but she said patiently: Since that's the case, why don't you give it back to me while your mother is not here!
I thought about what benefits should I use this opportunity to exchange for, and how should I speak?
What I want most is to explore my aunt's depth, but I don't have to think about it and know that it is definitely unrealistic. How could my aunt commit to me just because of a bottle of iced black tea? So how can I put this condition? What conditions are an art?
I suddenly remembered my aunt's profession. This type of person has too deep research on psychology, so he often thinks more deeply and farther than ordinary people. In layman's terms, it is easy to analyze it alone. My eyes rolled and said: Of course I can give it to you again, but you only need to pay a little price... You know...
I deliberately elongated my tone and released a highly suggestive look at my aunt. I returned to the room without waiting for her to reply and locked the door. I had to leave some time for my aunt to think about it. If I directly told her to help me with a tutor or touch my chest, what I would definitely welcome was a thunderous blow. I deliberately did not make any clear what I wanted her to do, and it was the most likely that she could tolerate the extreme benefits she could tolerate at this time. Even if my aunt was really not willing to sacrifice anything, in the end I had never made any requests, and she couldn't take the opportunity to get angry. And I would make sure to make a profit without losing anything. It was simply invincible if my aunt could give me.
I lay proudly on the bed and savored my tricks until a familiar smell of food caught me from the room. My aunt could no longer see any abnormality sitting at the table, chewing the food in her mouth fiercely, as if she could map the harm to me
After I sat down, my mother really announced that her working life was over. Next, she entered the ruling class and enjoyed the blessings. She no longer had to work overtime hard. Naturally, I was happy from the bottom of my heart. It was obviously a mother-son writing, but my aunt had more roles. Isn’t this putting the cart before the horse?
In order to celebrate my mother's escape from the sea of suffering, she decided to ask my aunt and I to improve the food this weekend. It can be regarded as the compensation for my care due to the tedious work during this period. Naturally, I agreed with both hands and feet. The main backbone of the group, the group, who would cheer with me on weekdays, still looked bitter and revengeful. She stared at me fiercely and made my mother look at my aunt in surprise from time to time. When did her sister change her temper again? She didn't take the opportunity to knock on her own bamboo stick.
Of course, I knew that my aunt was thinking about taking back my own things from me without losing her troops and losing her generals. Her mind was not at the dinner table at all. I was worried that my mother would notice the abnormality, so she kept flattering her, making her shudder and she didn't have time to care about her aunt's abnormality.
After dinner, I helped my mother clean up the dishes and kept sticking to her, saying that she wanted to make up for the lack of maternal love during this period. My aunt was naturally happy to see it and took the opportunity to sneak into my room and rummaged through the cabinets. Of course, I deliberately created an opportunity for my aunt to not let her lose her own hands. The idea that she could solve this problem through external means, so how could she make up her mind to make a deal with me.
Sure enough, when my mother and I were very committed to killing at the top of the canyon, my aunt suddenly entered my mother's bedroom, grabbed my neck and pulled me out of the room without saying a word. For the five-person team game, one person was missing, it was fatal. My aunt was not indifferent to the mother's roar full of resentment and still took me out. My mother's pressure increased because she was missing me standing under the tower and hung up the machine. She couldn't make any move to get my ownership back with her aunt. She could only rely on her superb skills for a while.
Where did you hide that thing?!
My aunt pulled me to the farthest corner from my mother's room and asked impatiently
Ah?How can you move my things without my consent?
Seeing my aunt's face full of gloomy looks and she didn't look like she was having a puzzle with me, I smiled embarrassedly and said: Of course, I am hiding in a place you can't find. How could I make such a low-level mistake?
Could you have already?!...
My aunt subconsciously raised her tone and pinched my shoulders tightly. The strength of her hands made me feel a little painful. She still couldn't drink her urine. Ask her, if a woman wants to ask a man such a question, it takes more than courage.
What am I already?
I really couldn't hear what my aunt meant, but my aunt's reaction was exactly the effect I wanted. I wish she could think about it alone. It would be better to make the more abnormal I thought, so what I could get might be beyond my expectations. As for my aunt's holy water, I didn't actually keep it, and there was no mechanism to secretly ask me to hide it seamlessly. The truth of the matter was that when my aunt returned to her room, I had already poured out the bottle of holy water and destroyed the bottle. For things that were just as early as possible and in this world, where did my aunt start to find it?
My aunt's expression was gloomy and she seemed to be wandering between trying to deal with me or compromising me. In the end, my aunt gritted her teeth and said to me: I'll wait for me in the room tomorrow afternoon!
After leaving a word of unknown meaning, my aunt acted a little embarrassed for the first time, and turned around and ran back to the room with red ears.
I stared blankly at my aunt's departure back and almost jumped around to celebrate my victory. After all, I won the bet. I began to look forward to what will happen tomorrow, will my aunt and I bet to break through?
Everything can only be announced tomorrow
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