She and I were classmates from junior high school. At that time, I was not as conservative as I am now. I just had a vague love for her, but I couldn't express it correctly
There are always many forks in life, and breaking and reunion cannot be done by the heart. After graduation, there will be no contact again.
When we meet again, our story is the real beginning
In 2014, due to work reasons, I came to a strange place in the south alone. Everything was working hard from scratch. I had no friends, no relationship network, I only cared about my family and my difficulty in controlling my physical desires.
Every day after get off work, I can only chat with my wife and children. My children are busy with school and can't take up too much time, so I spend most of my time traveling on the Internet. My colleague next door is a couple in their fifties. The woman is an accountant in the unit and is full of radiance. When I see that she was a romantic figure when she was young, the couple is still very energetic and often hear Ah!Ah!Ah!Ah!
And 告! 告!
The sound made me upset. The scenes of them having sex kept appearing in my mind, but I felt so hard that I was so uncomfortable.
By chance, she appeared. Her name is H. My favorite girl in junior high school. I have been thinking about it for many years. Finally, I contacted her on WeChat. Now she is a wife and a mother.
Time has left us with different life experiences. We tell each other about our lives, having happiness, worries, memories, and longing for the future.
She is now in her second marriage, and the first husband is unable to take care of himself because he is sick. She has taken care of him for six years and dedicated her most beautiful youth to her paralyzed lover in bed. She is great and respected. In the end, she has no choice but to live her life. Under the persuasion of her husband's family, she remarried with her eight or nine-year-old son, who was eight or nine years old.
My husband is an individual boss and his business is well managed. He has never read a book for a day and is a rough man. He drinks until midnight every day and runs a business relationship. He goes home in the second half of the night or doesn't come back to live in the store. He often drinks and beats and scolds people. He is worried that H will steal money for his son and does not give his pocket money at home. H is already heartbroken and finally gets out of a painful marriage life, just to find love and joy again. As a result, he often cries in tears now. For the sake of his newborn little daughter, it is impossible to divorce again.
We talked about our helplessness in life, and the more we talked, the more we became more and more speculative, and we often forgot our sleep time, and we didn't have to rest until three or four in the morning.
Time flies, our relationships are rapidly sublimating, and we can all feel each other's love. We are in love, and it is still the most difficult long-distance relationship. We look forward to reunion.
It’s finally the end of the year. Because of the special industry, the unit can take a month off in total. The day before we embarked on the return journey, we didn’t sleep all night and made an appointment in advance to meet.
On that day, the moment I opened the hotel door at the agreed moment, the moment I saw H at the first moment, I felt indescribable excitement. H looked at me, and the bag in my hand fell directly to the ground. I closed the door and hugged her in my arms. I could feel her body trembling. We kissed each other with passionate tongues entangled warmly, exchanging the liquid in my mouth, feeling the soft and glutinous experience brought by the tip of my tongue.
My hands were wandering on her, and she kept holding my back tightly
Hong is 170 and mine is 180. We have a very coordinated figure. We don’t need to change our standing posture when we stand together, so it’s very comfortable to hold each other.
While kissing, we slowly moved towards the direction of the bed. I put her flat on the bed. I lay on her body and felt her soft as water. My hands were stroking her plump breasts through the clothes. She kept her eyes closed, reserved and shy.
When my hand reached inside from the hem of the clothes, she suddenly opened her eyes, held my hand with her right hand, and nudged my chest with her left hand. I knew she was hesitating, I didn't force it
We sat up, I made a cup of tea for her, we drank tea and chatted, and before we knew it, it was noon. We were unwilling to leave, so we ordered food in the hotel to deliver it. We ate and drank happily, looking at each other and smiling.
As we chatted, we talked about sex. We were all adults and we all understood each other. We had a tacit understanding. I took off all my clothes and lay on the bed. She was wearing her close-fitting underwear and got hugged in my arms.
Her body was very slippery and her body was very uniform. I stroked her, and she blushed and enjoyed with her eyes closed. While we kissed, we hugged each other tightly, as if we were going to rub each other into our bodies and never separate again.
I unbuttoned the buckle of her bra, and my two plump white breasts came into my eyes, and two light pink nipples stood up.
My breasts were so big. I smiled and said with a lustful smile. She was sneering and scolding shamelessly. I held my firm breasts in both hands, ate and kneaded them. The other hand reached into my underwear. Just as I felt a forest, she stopped me from continuing to move downwards. She said she hadn't thought about it yet and didn't want to find out so quickly. I knew she was afraid and was also testing whether I was with her just to have sex. I didn't move further, hugged her gently and told her that I really like her.
Maybe you won't believe that two married adults have not had any substantial sex when they spend hours alone in the hotel.
Yes, that's the truth, because out of my sincerity for her, brothers have risen and fall again and again, I held back, my heart was extremely conflicted, she was by my side, I was reluctant to let it go, I don't want her to be hurt a little
There is always a time to part with each other. The short day is about to pass. The more we want to separate, the more we are reluctant to leave each other. We made an appointment to celebrate our first Valentine's Day one day in advance on February 13. With reluctance, we each returned to our own life trajectory, playing the role of parents and husband.
There are always many forks in life, and breaking and reunion cannot be done by the heart. After graduation, there will be no contact again.
When we meet again, our story is the real beginning
In 2014, due to work reasons, I came to a strange place in the south alone. Everything was working hard from scratch. I had no friends, no relationship network, I only cared about my family and my difficulty in controlling my physical desires.
Every day after get off work, I can only chat with my wife and children. My children are busy with school and can't take up too much time, so I spend most of my time traveling on the Internet. My colleague next door is a couple in their fifties. The woman is an accountant in the unit and is full of radiance. When I see that she was a romantic figure when she was young, the couple is still very energetic and often hear Ah!Ah!Ah!Ah!
And 告! 告!
The sound made me upset. The scenes of them having sex kept appearing in my mind, but I felt so hard that I was so uncomfortable.
By chance, she appeared. Her name is H. My favorite girl in junior high school. I have been thinking about it for many years. Finally, I contacted her on WeChat. Now she is a wife and a mother.
Time has left us with different life experiences. We tell each other about our lives, having happiness, worries, memories, and longing for the future.
She is now in her second marriage, and the first husband is unable to take care of himself because he is sick. She has taken care of him for six years and dedicated her most beautiful youth to her paralyzed lover in bed. She is great and respected. In the end, she has no choice but to live her life. Under the persuasion of her husband's family, she remarried with her eight or nine-year-old son, who was eight or nine years old.
My husband is an individual boss and his business is well managed. He has never read a book for a day and is a rough man. He drinks until midnight every day and runs a business relationship. He goes home in the second half of the night or doesn't come back to live in the store. He often drinks and beats and scolds people. He is worried that H will steal money for his son and does not give his pocket money at home. H is already heartbroken and finally gets out of a painful marriage life, just to find love and joy again. As a result, he often cries in tears now. For the sake of his newborn little daughter, it is impossible to divorce again.
We talked about our helplessness in life, and the more we talked, the more we became more and more speculative, and we often forgot our sleep time, and we didn't have to rest until three or four in the morning.
Time flies, our relationships are rapidly sublimating, and we can all feel each other's love. We are in love, and it is still the most difficult long-distance relationship. We look forward to reunion.
It’s finally the end of the year. Because of the special industry, the unit can take a month off in total. The day before we embarked on the return journey, we didn’t sleep all night and made an appointment in advance to meet.
On that day, the moment I opened the hotel door at the agreed moment, the moment I saw H at the first moment, I felt indescribable excitement. H looked at me, and the bag in my hand fell directly to the ground. I closed the door and hugged her in my arms. I could feel her body trembling. We kissed each other with passionate tongues entangled warmly, exchanging the liquid in my mouth, feeling the soft and glutinous experience brought by the tip of my tongue.
My hands were wandering on her, and she kept holding my back tightly
Hong is 170 and mine is 180. We have a very coordinated figure. We don’t need to change our standing posture when we stand together, so it’s very comfortable to hold each other.
While kissing, we slowly moved towards the direction of the bed. I put her flat on the bed. I lay on her body and felt her soft as water. My hands were stroking her plump breasts through the clothes. She kept her eyes closed, reserved and shy.
When my hand reached inside from the hem of the clothes, she suddenly opened her eyes, held my hand with her right hand, and nudged my chest with her left hand. I knew she was hesitating, I didn't force it
We sat up, I made a cup of tea for her, we drank tea and chatted, and before we knew it, it was noon. We were unwilling to leave, so we ordered food in the hotel to deliver it. We ate and drank happily, looking at each other and smiling.
As we chatted, we talked about sex. We were all adults and we all understood each other. We had a tacit understanding. I took off all my clothes and lay on the bed. She was wearing her close-fitting underwear and got hugged in my arms.
Her body was very slippery and her body was very uniform. I stroked her, and she blushed and enjoyed with her eyes closed. While we kissed, we hugged each other tightly, as if we were going to rub each other into our bodies and never separate again.
I unbuttoned the buckle of her bra, and my two plump white breasts came into my eyes, and two light pink nipples stood up.
My breasts were so big. I smiled and said with a lustful smile. She was sneering and scolding shamelessly. I held my firm breasts in both hands, ate and kneaded them. The other hand reached into my underwear. Just as I felt a forest, she stopped me from continuing to move downwards. She said she hadn't thought about it yet and didn't want to find out so quickly. I knew she was afraid and was also testing whether I was with her just to have sex. I didn't move further, hugged her gently and told her that I really like her.
Maybe you won't believe that two married adults have not had any substantial sex when they spend hours alone in the hotel.
Yes, that's the truth, because out of my sincerity for her, brothers have risen and fall again and again, I held back, my heart was extremely conflicted, she was by my side, I was reluctant to let it go, I don't want her to be hurt a little
There is always a time to part with each other. The short day is about to pass. The more we want to separate, the more we are reluctant to leave each other. We made an appointment to celebrate our first Valentine's Day one day in advance on February 13. With reluctance, we each returned to our own life trajectory, playing the role of parents and husband.
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