Chapter 8

I have to break into ghosts when I walk for a long time

When the old man and I start to get used to it, we will relax our vigilance.

A few days before the college entrance examination, the old man checked and reviewed me. The weather was very hot, and the meat covered in the bra began to get hot. The old man was very considerate of my thoughts. My mother went to the kitchen to make meals.

He threw away my t-shirt and bra and touched my nipples. A cool breeze blew, and the two big white rabbits had goose bumps, which made them so good that they were gone.

So when he was about to put down my clothes, I stopped him and asked him to continue to tell me the next question. He was so happy that his lower body was hard. He was playing with me while talking. Soon, we were both attracted by the cause of justice. We discussed the topic, but forgot what my breasts and his hands were doing until my mother walked into the house.

When my mother entered the room, he was gently pulling up my nipples, letting them go, bounced back, twisting them, and bounced back. He wanted to feel the rare girl's elasticity. Although I was only eighteen years old at the time, I was completely mature. My breasts were larger than my mother's, round and straight, white and tender. Such a claw with violent veins on her breasts, what kind of visual impact is it for my mother!

I was very calm. The old man said that he found that I was very suitable for being a doctor at that time. He immediately stood up and tidied up his clothes, lowered his head and left the room.

My mother endured it and then endured it, but finally didn't make a big fuss. Maybe it was because I was about to take the college entrance examination.

I just found a few obvious scratches on the old man's face while eating, and his ears were almost bleeding.

My mother endured me and endured me, but finally didn't say anything