Chapter 73 Final chapter

Sister, I, I like you... After the love story, the young man was lying on the chaise longue by the window holding his wife. The room was filled with a lewd breath. The wife asked him to open the window to change the air. The messy quilt on the bed was forgot, and the waiter would change it when he came to deliver the meal.

The beautiful wife, who was resting with her eyes closed, could not help but open her eyes and look at him.

I sighed in my heart: It's coming again...

So maturity has the benefits of maturity

But it seems that he was brought into the door by himself, and he couldn't make up his mind to say too resolute words to make him sad, which is really embarrassing...

Well...you know, I am a married person... My wife pondered her words and looked at the corner of the garden facing away from the attic. The green trees, red flowers, rockery and water flowing. When the lover was whispering, she wanted to say something bad: I am not only a wife, but also a mother...

I know, but! The young man interrupted her urgently, for fear that she would not believe his true heart.

The beautiful wife reached out to touch his lips: Hush... I heard from my sister...

You and I have a huge difference in age and background. If it weren't for a coincidence, we would probably never meet each other in our lives. My beautiful wife asked him softly: Is it?

The young man is stubborn and refuses to speak

This kind of happiness was also stolen by us... The beautiful wife subconsciously stroked his handsome face and murmured: How can there be long-term? We just need to grasp the happiness of being the best.

Sister, you... The young man's face looked angry. Of course, his wife understood what he was thinking, but how could they have the future?

The young man who was dazed by lust can't figure it out, but if she can't figure it out, her wife will fail.

We're just having sex

A beautiful wife has to make it clear: I have a family, a husband and a child, you are also a monk, and as the eldest son and brother, you also need to bear the corresponding responsibilities

Seeing his angry eyes and his pity expression was a little wet, his wife couldn't help but soften: We...If we go to the temple to worship next time, we can meet...

The young man couldn't help but want to refute, but finally opened his mouth but still didn't say it

In fact, he also knew that they could not do it, but the unbearable discomfort was even more difficult when they spoke it naked.

He could only secretly embrace this beautiful time like a mirror. Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help but hug his wife tightly. The two of them lingered their necks, and finally they couldn't help but shed tears in their eyes.

Well... the young man responded in a depressed voice, then... If I rest next time, I, I...

Of course, my wife understood what he thought, and only comforted her promise to meet her in the future.

But it is probably impossible. After this time, I made up my mind to stay away from him and give him some pleasure. After that, I was entangled and got him deeper.

He is not her other playmate, and his simple and passionate feeling is indeed beautiful, but beautiful things are not bad for her, especially with such dangerous beauty, she cannot let herself indulge herself

She just had her own thoughts. With the secret guilty consent of her wife, she let him return to his fullest. No matter how shameful or unrestrained love words were, she agreed to him. She was dragged in innocently and left ruthlessly, so she would have a memory of indulgence, which she could at least give him.

After this day, my wife, with inexplicable guilt, got relieved and became a good wife and mother she played at home.

The empty and remaining flowers are still there, and the past is unbelievable

Is this considered as Buddha saving someone with fate? He is that Buddha?

Many years later, my wife vaguely remembers the little monk in the dream of the broken flower, picking up the flowers and smiling

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