Lao Zhao was sitting in the living room with a bulge on his crotch and his penis was raised. His scrotum seemed to be crawling over by an ants, making him feel itchy and swelling very uncomfortable.
Since he opened a button in his heart, Lao Zhao's desire has become increasingly uncontrollable.
From time to time, he looked towards the tiled house, and a bold and arrogant thought rushed into his mind, his heartbeat suddenly intensified, his Adam's apple trembled slightly, and he struggled a lot in his heart.
After a while, his clenched fists quietly relaxed, and his blood-filled eyes returned to calm. He dragged his remaining body out of the door, and his whole body merged into the darkness.
The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the mountains and forests are quiet.
The main structure of the ancestral house is made of yellow mud, which is integrated with the yellow-brown mud. After decades of wind and sand erosion, the exterior wall has become potholes and bumps, and at night it is even more terrifying.
A few years ago, Lao Zhao thought of saving a fee to repair the ancestral house and replaced it with a more solid and pleasing red brick structure. It happened that there was something wrong with his eldest son's business and needed funds to fill the holes, so he spent all the 80,000 yuan banknotes he had pressed on the bottom of the box and wrapped in oil cloth paper.
The eldest son said that when the business improved, he would buy a big house and take Lao Zhao to the big city to make him filial. Lao Zhao refused every time he heard it. He also felt the colorful city. There was no natural, simple and comfortable place in his hometown. There was neither the constraints of the rules and regulations, nor anyone cared about his lameness. Anyway, the people here would have lame something.
Lao Zhao walked around the exterior wall of the ancestral house and slowly walked to a small slope, which happened to be close to the tile house for bathing.
The gap between the tile roof and the wall is not firm, and even bamboo and wooden boards can be seen in the mud wall. Therefore, when the northwest wind blows, the cold wind of XiūXiū will enter.
The gap was blocked and loose, and it was loose and blocked. Old Zhao gave up after he struggled. Anyway, who would peek at him as an old man?
Now he has become a voyeur. Under the cover of the dark environment, he is also a sin to peek at his daughter taking a bath.
The light leaked out from the cracks in the wall under the eaves. Old Zhao hunched his upper body, supported the wall with his hands, and looked forward with his head. Finally, he saw the bright situation inside the house.
The misty water vapor filled the surroundings. The daughter tied her hair up, revealing her white snow neck and shoulders. Her skin was soft and smooth, like white jade with mutton fat.
The jade buttocks are delicate and full and tight. When she turned around, a pair of soft breasts appeared intact, round and perky, and the two nipples were pink and cute, making them even more pink and tempting under the impact of the water.
This is the body of his daughter Zhao Qingyi, a delicate body that is only 19 years old, and the shower gel and water vapor are floating out little by little. What a beautiful youthful atmosphere.
Lao Zhao had taken off his pants at some point. He supported the wall with one hand and held his penis with the other hand and stroked it back and forth. His eyes widened and he looked at the spring scenery in the bathroom in the gap, and his nostrils breathed heavily.
The daughter's hand gently stroked the white breasts, and when her fingertips touched the nipples, they produced a slight elasticity, shaking left and right, while more water hit the breasts, some splashed, and some slipped down to the flat and soft abdomen and smooth mons pubis, and finally gathered between the girl's legs.
Lao Zhao could only see that his daughter's mons pubis had no trace of pubic hair, and it bulged like a small steamed bun. If you look down, you will be unable to do it and your perspective is completely blocked.
He gritted his teeth and pounded his lower body, blushing and finally, the moment his daughter finished taking a shower, all his descendants ejaculated and imprinted on the yellow mud wall.
Empty, tired, and a little bit of self-blame. He stuffed his weak chicken back into his crotch. At this time, a cool breeze blew across the back pillow, and his feet staggered and fell to the side, twisting his ankle.
Lao Zhao, who woke up from desire, suddenly looked around and found that endless darkness was pounced on him, without a trace of light. He was frightened and rolled up and walked home with deep and shallow feet.
My daughter happened to come out of the tile house. She wore a thin pink nightgown, her face was red and warm, and her skin had a faint fragrance due to the lotus oozing. The curve of her breasts was particularly attractive, and the two bulges were clearly visible.
The nightgown is very short, and her slender legs are exposed with a large area of white skin. Even if the incandescent lamp indoors is not bright enough, it makes Lao Zhao confused and dare not glance around.
After returning to the warm hut, Lao Zhao's mood gradually became normal.
Hey, dad, why are your legs... okay?!
After Zhao Qingyi came back for a while, she finally found that her father was in a strange state. Did his father not even lame when walking?
Seeing his daughter's sudden increase in tone, Old Zhao patted his legs happily: I don't know what's going on, anyway, my legs can move straight, which is much more straighter than before.
Wow, that's great!My daughter was even more excited than him, and she almost jumped up. She quickly squatted in front of Lao Zhao and gently pinched his legs, without any notice of the spring light under the collarbone being exposed.
Old Zhao's penis showed signs of raising his head again, fearing that his daughter would find clues, so he moved past his body.Zhao Qingyi did not notice the strange thing, but instead learned the sketches on TV and asked Lao Zhao to take a few more steps.
Lao Zhao hadn't seen his daughter for a long time, so he happily played with her. The familiar days between the father and daughter seemed to be back.
After chatting for a while, Zhao Qingyi asked in confusion: Dad, where will I sleep tonight?
Old Zhao was stunned and pointed to the room next to him: Aren’t you sleeping in this room? Oh... I’m so confused. Why did I forget to clean up today?
Lao Zhao said as he walked into the room. It was empty, with only a wooden bed and a table. He forgot to wash all the bedding and bed covers. It must be too late tonight.
Zhao Qingyi patted his shoulder and comforted him: It's okay, it's all a trivial matter. I'll wash it tomorrow. I'll squeeze you and I tonight.
Squeeze Ah, um... OK, that's fine.After Lao Zhao stammered, his heart couldn't help but beat faster.
Although the father and daughter had slept together in the past, their mentality at that time was definitely different from now on, especially since their daughter is already an adult and has a youthful body full of fatal temptations. Can Lao Zhao control himself?
Seeing that his daughter was about to enter the bedroom, Old Zhao was shocked to block her and said tremblingly: Wait, my daughter wait first, it's very messy inside, I'll clean up.
Hey, I like to clean up the most, let me leave it all.
Oh, no, kid, stay outside, go.
When Zhao Qingyi saw him walking in and closed the door, he was a little puzzled: OK, then I'll go to wash clothes.
Old Zhao was in a hurry, not only because the garbage cans inside were tissues that had wiped semen, but also the posters of sexy beauty posted on the wall. If his daughter discovered it, his old face would have no place to put it.
He pulled off all the posters in a few seconds, kneaded them into balls and threw them into the trash can, and cleaned up the messy situation a little. Finally, he was not so sloppy. Of course, the air was filled with the dull smell of old people. Even if the window was opened to breathe, the disgusting smell could not be eliminated in a short time.
After Zhao Qingyi came into the room, he gently covered his nose: Dad, your room is not breathable normally, it tastes so strange.
Lao Zhao's expression was a little awkward. He smelled his clothes: Daughter, maybe I have a heavy sweat on my body. I'll take a shower first, and you can come in when it gets cooler.
It's okay, I'll help you clean up your clothes.Zhao Qingyi quickly adapted to the dull smell in the room, put her suitcase aside, and tidied up Lao Zhao's wardrobe.
There was also the fragrance of my daughter after bathing in the tile house. When Lao Zhao smelled the smell, his penis swollen again. After a while, the amount came out, and each time it was very large.
After ejaculation, the itchy and fullness of the testicles was relieved. He lowered his head and washed his fist-sized scrotum and sighed: Brother Testicle, why are you so naughty? Is this what you want?
No one answered Lao Zhao's questions, and no one encountered the same situation as Lao Zhao.
After Lao Zhao came back from taking a shower, his daughter was already lying on the bed, covered with a thin quilt, revealing half of her body. She was playing with her cell phone, but she didn't notice her father coming in.
Lao Zhao focused all his attention on his daughter's nightgown. Because the skirt was very short, it could hardly cover the base of her white and tender legs, and the light blue underwear was clearly visible.
He coughed lightly, glanced at his head, and then sat by the bed.
Seeing this, my daughter rushed over from behind, her soft breasts pressed against Lao Zhao's back, and put her phone in front of him: Dad, look at this, hahahaha, I'm so laughing to death, and this, does it look like what I told you before...
Old Zhao smiled openly, but he didn't care what his daughter was saying, nor did he care how funny the video on his phone was. He smelled the seductive fragrance from his daughter's nightgown in his nose, and his shoulders in a vest were rubbed back and forth by his daughter's soft breasts, and his lower body began to move again.
Until his daughter fell asleep, he was still sleepless when he lay beside him, and his crotch was so uncomfortable that he simply pulled out his penis and let the quilt support a small tent.
The fragrant and tender daughter was sleeping next to her. The fragrant smell of the girl made him confused. He couldn't help but want to touch his daughter's body several times, but was finally pulled back by the feeling of guilt.
Lao Zhao felt that he was becoming more and more like a beast. Since eating those charming fruits, his sexual desire has increased. Whether it is a female student, a female teacher or a mature woman, he cannot resist the temptation of their female aura, let alone the charming and lively girl lying next to him, even if she is his own daughter.
His withered skin couldn't help but reach into the quilt, held his penis, and carefully stroked it, not daring to make too much noise, for fear of waking up his daughter.
About ten minutes later, the scrotum contracted violently. This time the ejaculation came very quickly. He took out a tissue to block the mouth of the urethra, but a little semen still dripped out.
After the ejaculation, Lao Zhao's vigorous sexual desire decreased a lot. He blamed and annoyed himself again. He sighed. Just as he was about to throw away the tissue, his daughter turned her body over.
In the darkness, Lao Zhao stared at his sleeping daughter, and a strange thought arose. He was silent for a long time, dipped his fingers in a little semen, and gently reached into his daughter's warm lips.
After his fingers touched his daughter's teeth, he did not dare to stay for too long. He quickly shrank back and the semen on his fingertips had been wiped in.
What kind of evil am I doing... Old Zhao cursed himself secretly, but he was looking forward to something happening in his heart.
In this way, he turned sideways and fell asleep worriedly.
The next morning, Lao Zhao got up early to cook porridge. It was about nine o'clock when Zhao Qingyi got up from the bed and looked at Lao Zhao sleepily: Dad, what are you standing there?
... Come in and call you to get up, it's time to have breakfast.Lao Zhao said with a little guilty look. He didn't notice anything unusual about his daughter, and he secretly let it go, and felt a little disappointed.
OK.
After stretching, my daughter smelled the air and was very curious: Hey, dad, have you sprayed perfume?
Old Zhao was stunned for a moment: No, what's going on?
Very strange...
Zhao Qingyi looked around with a puzzled face: It just felt that it suddenly became much fragrant and smelled quite nice. Where did it float?
Seeing that she started to smell the quilt, Lao Zhao felt a little guilty and said vaguely: Don’t smell it, get up and wash, hurry up and eat some breakfast to fill your stomach.
OK.
Zhao Qingyi didn't give up. After smelling it for a while, she stood up reluctantly. After closing the door, she changed into a white T-shirt and ultra-short jeans. Her fair bare legs were exposed, which made Lao Zhao almost think that she was not wearing pants.
Why don’t you girls pay attention to keeping warm? When you get old and become rheumatoid, you will know that you are in trouble.
Dad, I will pay great attention, don't worry, Wave
The two chatted for a while, and Lao Zhao went out with a hoe and started a new day of hard work.Zhao Qingyi was responsible for cleaning the house, washing the quilt, and then drying it.
However, Lao Zhao saw a girl sitting on the stone steps outside the courtyard, which was Lin Jing.
She was wearing ordinary long-sleeved clothes and pants, waiting quietly, her eyes staring into the distance.
Lin Jing?Why are you here?
teacher.
Lin Jing hurriedly stood up, wanting to come forward to hug him, but she was a little worried. She put her hands behind her back and said timidly: I said that, I will come today, I... miss you.
Old Zhao really forgot about this. He looked back and said in a low voice: Child, you go back first. There are people at home. It’s not convenient to take tutoring here.
Lin Jing pursed her lips a little aggrievedly. She did not give up and said another suggestion: Teacher, why don’t you come to my house? My parents went to the county town today, and they came back very late.
If you can't do it, you can't do it. My child is because I'm so confused, we can't make mistakes.
No, teacher, I have no other meaning. I don’t know some questions. I just want to ask you for advice. Is it OK?
When talking about learning, Lao Zhao became concerned: What’s wrong, which question is this week?
It's new, teacher, can you come here later? I'll wait for you at home.
You kid, I...well, I'll change my clothes and go there.
Lin Jing's smile was very bright, she waved to Lao Zhao, and then trotted out of his sight, as if afraid that he would repent.
This child... Old Zhao shook his head, returned to the house, took out the dusty textbooks and exercises, and put all the reading glasses and paper into the bag.
When Zhao Qingyi learned that Lao Zhao was going out, she wanted to go out, but he refused: You kid, I went to the student's house for tutoring, why are you doing? Isn't it boring?
My daughter couldn't help but mutter: Dad, you are retired, why do you still need to do tutoring?
This sentence instantly hit Lao Zhao's weakness, and he suddenly became dull, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper: Child, I only do this in my life, teaching and educating people, I really don't know anything else. Alas, looking back on this life, I missed a lot and wasted a lot, and I am really useless.
Zhao Qingyi obviously noticed his depression, pinched his shoulders, and comforted her softly: Dad, okay, I just feel sorry for you and want you to have a good rest. Since the students need you, then go, you can still shine and feel at ease, but remember to come back early at noon, there are some dishes in the refrigerator, so I will get some delicious food for you.
Old Zhao smiled comfortably: OK.
He put on his hat and went out, pushing the 28 bar towards the village road.
Lin Jing's home is located near the town at the entrance of the village. It is a very ordinary two-story brick and tile house. Every time Lao Zhao passes by, he can see Lin Jing standing on the balcony on the second floor.
More than ten minutes later, Lao Zhao parked his bicycle in front of Lin Jing's house and walked in. It turned out that Lin Jing was the only one inside.
Child, where are you tutoring?
After Lin Jing closed the door tightly, he took Lao Zhao's hand and walked towards the stairs: Teacher, let's go to the room on the second floor, where there is a desk.
For some reason, when Lao Zhao walked into Lin Jing's boudoir, his quiet heart had a primitive impulse. The widowed man and the woman lived in the same room, which always made people think a lot, especially the two had ambiguous physical contact last night.
Lin Jing's bedroom is very small, and there is no other furniture except for a bed, a wardrobe and a table.
Old Zhao sat by the bed, put on reading glasses, took out the textbook and test paper from the bag, looked at the new test paper on the desktop, lowered his head and asked: Which question is it?
Seeing that there was no sound next to him, he turned his head and was stunned.
I saw that Lin Jing's pants had been taken off at some point. Her delicate legs were covered with a layer of translucent black stockings, extending to the base of her beautiful legs, sexy and charming. The mysterious part between her legs was covered by white underwear, and you could vaguely see sparse pubic hair on the bulging mons pubic.
Almost at the same time, Lao Zhao's lower body reacted, and his lips touched up and down, and his tone became awkward:
Child, what are you doing...
Lin Jing's face was flushed. She mustered up a lot of courage to open her legs and said shyly: Teacher, I still have many questions, can you help me answer...
This is probably the most erotic way to ask questions...
The most primitive lust was intertwined in the air. Old Zhao was stunned. His mind was almost attracted by her tempting body. He climbed onto the bed uncontrollably, and the two hugged each other quickly.
The lips kissed and licked, and the light shirt took off, and the girl's smooth skin was exposed. The two of them touched each other, and the tips of their tongues blended, moist and sticky, making a sizzling kiss sound.
Lao Zhao's head buzzed, and his rough palms slashed across the girl's skin, just like white and tender tofu, with a smooth touch, especially the black stockings on his jade legs, which seemed to be stroking silk, thin and smooth, full of extreme sexiness.
Lin Jing was already ashamed of being able to spread her legs at first, but now she saw Lao Zhao holding her pigeon breasts as if she was enlightened, smiling sweetly, and her sensitive nipples were licked back and forth, and she couldn't help but murmur softly.
At this moment, Lao Zhao put down his benevolence, righteousness and shame, and just wanted to get the beautiful body of the girl in front of him. Lin Jing's underwear was quickly taken off, and there was a small cluster of fragrant grass in the charming mons pubis, but it could not cover the wet pussy. The clear and lewd aura touched Lao Zhao's most primitive impulse.
He even forgot about the foreplay, so he gasped, trembled and pinched his penis, and advanced into the slit of his pussy. The glans quickly spread out the two wet labia and penetrated it little by little.
Teacher, it hurts... Lin Jing closed her eyes and put her hands on Lao Zhao's neck, as if begging for mercy, but also as if she was eager.
Old Zhao was sweating nervously. He supported the bed with both hands, and his shriveled buttocks moved forward. The penis was exploring hard into his pussy again, as if it had broken through a thin layer of obstacles, and the entire penis was inserted into it.
Woo... Lin Jing wrapped her legs around Lao Zhao's waist in pain, and tears fell on her face.
Old Zhao felt so happy that his soul was ascending to heaven. He felt that his penis was inserted into a tight and soft vagina, which tightly clamped his penis, which was strongly stimulating and almost had the urge to ejaculate.
Lao Zhao hasn't had sex for more than ten years. He looked down excitedly and found that scarlet blood was oozing out from the genital intercourse. I think the wetness felt by the penis was virgin blood, which also means that Lin Jing finally became Lao Zhao's woman.
Lin Jing... Old Zhao's eyes were red and he didn't know how to speak.
Lin Jing opened her eyes, stroked his wrinkled face, and said softly: Teacher, I'm fine, love me well.
After receiving encouragement from the students, Lao Zhao responded and began to thrust his lower body. He felt the girl's vagina contracting and wriggling, his two delicate flower lips rubbed against his penis, and the whole room made a crisp sound of physical collision.
Huhu, Huhu... Old Zhao gasped heavily, and Lin Jing under her moaned rhythmically after adapting to the size of her penis, her face was timid and charming, and her slim breasts swayed gently.
A pair of beautiful legs hooked Lao Zhao's waist with force. The smooth and crispy black stockings made Lao Zhao gradually become crazy. His fingers couldn't help but touch his jade feet, which was exquisite and charming against the backdrop of the stockings.
He seemed to have returned to his youth. Although he had enough energy at that time, he had no tender pussy to fuck. Now Lin Jing has made up for his regret.
Lao Zhao's initial thrusting movement was very awkward, and his speed continued to accelerate after getting familiar with it. The girl's fair breasts trembled and stirred. The slit of blood stopped bleeding in the vagina, and a trace of sticky liquid flowed out, crystal clear and transparent, and soon spread across the edge of the labia.
The penis thrust back and forth and became shimmering, and the two of them quickly became wet.
Lin Jing's moans were gentle and beautiful, and her frown seemed to be eager for more. Her cheeks became more intoxicated. Her white body trembled and hot, and a slight fragrance of sweat emerged. Her delicate buttocks would be slightly raised, thus enduring the old man's continuous impact.
She was intoxicated and still did not forget Lao Zhao's feelings: Teacher, are you so... comfortable...Ah...
Huh...comfortable, where are you...
It hurts a little...but...it's so comfortable...it turns out that what they said about sex...it's just this feeling...wow...
Lin Jing cooperated with Lao Zhao's thrusting, raised her legs and put them on his shoulders.
Lao Zhao's rough palm stroked the black stockings on the girl's beautiful legs, and even learned the movements in the video and tried to tear them hard. Soon the thin stockings were pulled to pieces.
Teacher, do you like me wearing stockings?I went to the county town to buy it.Lin Jing stroked Lao Zhao's face, as if she was looking at a lover, and her deep love could not be hidden in her eyes.
Huh...I like it...I like it...
Then I'll wear more clothes for you in the future, okay, teacher wavy
Her moan suddenly increased the tone, and her charming and delicate stockings passed through Lao Zhao's chest. The thin stockings texture and hazy fragrant body fragrance further stimulated Lao Zhao's mind.
Child, you are so beautiful... Huh...
Teacher, please love me well...Ah... is integrated...
Lin Jing's gasp was like a fatal aphrodisiac. His old face was hot, and he finally couldn't help it. He pushed his waist forward with force, his scrotum contracted violently, and a large amount of semen poured into the virgin's pussy.
Lin Jing's soft body hugged Lao Zhao, her legs wrapped around his waist tightly, and her nose was breathing.
After ejaculation, Lao Zhao did not have any weakness. He continued to hug her soft waist with his hands, and his glans thrust back and forth again. The tight vagina became very slippery under the influence of semen. Every impact of his penis was deeply pushed into the deepest part of the vagina.
Teacher... I'm so numb... Ah... Lin Jingqing's hoarse moan became ecstatic, and a lot of crystal liquid flowed out of the slit of her pussy, her legs twitched and trembled, and she could hardly make a sound.
Lao Zhao escaped from the constraints of his age and weak body, and thrust over and over again. The second ejaculation came soon, and his glans shook violently, and a large stream of thick semen was spurted out from his vagina.
After ejaculation, he was exhausted and had stars in his eyes. After pulling out his penis, he lay on the bed with his head raised and unable to move. His chest kept rising and falling.
Lin Jing's face was red and dazed, and she was also lying beside her and motionless. Her pussy turned from the initial pink and moisturized, and her labia were rubbed so hard that it could not be closed, and strands of semen continued to flow out from the slit of her pussy.
When Lao Zhao recovered, he finally realized how ridiculous what happened between the two, and his voice was a little old: Child, you won’t fall in love with me, this bad old man, right?
Lin Jing snuggled up like a gentle female cat with a gentle tone: Teacher, I don’t know what love is, but I just want to be with you and be by your side forever.
Old Zhao was vaguely worried and sighed and said: Child, I am 70 years old this year. You are just over 18 years old and your life is still long. If it is spread, it will be bad for you and me.
Lin Jing buried her head in his chest: Teacher, I'm not afraid.
Seeing that Lao Zhao didn't say anything, Lin Jing's tone became even lower: I will be very obedient, teacher, don't dislike me...
The teacher didn’t dislike you, I was just... afraid and worried.
Teacher, I will be very quiet and will not disturb you. I will wait for you at home. If you miss me, come over, okay?
The almost humble plea made Lao Zhao hug Lin Jing in his arms: Child Ah, will you regret it?
Teacher, I will never regret it, everything about me is yours.
well……
Old Zhao was very moved, feeling the smoothness of the girl's pigeon breasts, and there were signs of raising his head under his crotch.
Teacher, let me do this time.
Lin Jing tried to sit on Lao Zhao, fixing his glans with his fingers, pressing down slowly with his soft waist, and successfully stretched out his vagina and swallowed it little by little. Finally, the entire buttocks and hips fit together, making a dull puff.
She frowned, twisted back and forth awkwardly, twisted around in circles, panted softly, and her pigeon breasts swayed slightly.
Teacher, do you like me like this?
Like, you are so charming.
Lao Zhao stroked Lin Jing's tender legs, and the black stockings were blurred and seductive. The girl's labia were rosy and full. The plump and tender flesh was first squeezed in, and then slowly squeezed out, and the folds of the skin were clearly visible.
Lao Zhao held his soft buttocks with his hands, and with the impact, the glans hit deeply into the girl's vagina, which was hot and slippery, as if another sexy little mouth was kissing the glans. At this time, Lin Jing's moan also became urgent and delicate.
Teacher...I'm coming...Ah...
Old Zhao blushed, his waist thrust up again, and the semen burst out, and the swollen scrotum seemed to have a lot of stocks. It shot into the girl's pussy again and again, and a lot of white foam slowly overflowed from the labia.
In this way, the two of them fought for a long time, so long that they both forgot the time. Until he walked out of the door tremblingly and pushed the bicycle away, he realized that it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon.
Lin Jing stood on the balcony on the second floor and waved at him reluctantly.
Lao Zhao tried several times but couldn't ride the bicycle. His legs kept trembling, his chest became even more stuffy, and he pushed the bicycle home while coughing.
Zhao Qingyi kept standing at the gate and looking into the distance. Finally, when she saw Lao Zhao coming home, she was so angry that she stamped her feet: Dad, where are you going!I'm so worried about you!
She originally wanted to complain a few more times, but she saw that Lao Zhao was listless and was very old. She thought he was hungry and had no time to get angry, so she hurried over to support her: Is it okay?Are you hungry?Come, have a meal quickly, go quickly, I'll bring it out for you.
Old Zhao nodded, unable to even speak. He was really hungry and didn't care about high blood pressure and high blood sugar. He forced two bowls of rice to eat it voraciously.
Zhao Qingyi, who was standing beside him, felt distressed and reminded him to eat slowly.
After dinner, Lao Zhao felt that his eyelids could not be opened, and his waist felt sore as if he was about to break. He walked into the bedroom with heavy steps and said weakly: Daughter Ah, I'll go to bed for a while first, don't call me if you have nothing to do.
Well, go, I'll clean up at home.
After entering the bedroom, he lay on the bed with his head raised and soon slept loudly, making loud snoring.
When the sky gradually got late on the window, Lao Zhao was awakened by a strange noise in the living room, and he even vaguely heard the baby's crying.
What's going on?
He became confused and rubbed his eyes. His body was not as sore as noon, and his whole body seemed to be back.
Lao Zhao calmed down, put on his slippers, slowly opened the door, but saw a plump white breast appearing in front of him. The sexy nipples were firm and light red, with a few drops of white milk hanging on it.
The woman was lowering her head and coaxing the crying baby in her arms, trying to put her nipples into the baby's mouth, and said softly: Baby, be good, don't cry, don't cry.
She thought of avoiding the person in the living room and walked to a remote place to breastfeed, but she didn't expect that Lao Zhao suddenly came out of the door, her face turned slightly red, she quickly covered her clothes on her chest, avoided her side, and whispered: Father-in-law, you are awake...
The girl in front of me is Lao Zhao's eldest daughter-in-law, Gong Wenyin, who is 25 years old this year.
She always looks gentle and gentle, especially after giving birth to a child, she adds maternal brilliance, but she cannot cover up her delicate face as exquisite as a magical one.
When Lao Zhao went to visit his newborn child in the city, he had already felt Gong Wenyin's troubles. All the men passing by in the hospital, both young and old, couldn't help but look back. They even came to chat with each other rashly, but were driven out by Lao Zhao and his son.
He quickly avoided his eyes and coughed lightly and said: Xiaoyin Ah, you are all back. Have you just returned? OK, aren't you tired on the road?Oh, it's so tiring to take care of children...
Lao Zhao chatted all the time, thinking about chatting with her to dilute the embarrassment, but his daughter-in-law's milky white breasts were almost exposed in front of Lao Zhao, and it seemed that it was not appropriate to continue chatting.
He could only touch the baby's face with his fingers, but just saw his nipples spit out of the child's mouth, which made the scene even more awkward.
Then I'll go out first.
Old Zhao hurriedly left with a shy face. Gong Wenyin was already standing in the corner with shame, holding the child without turning around.
As soon as I arrived in the living room, the loud voice of my eldest son Zhao Jingcheng came: I brought some good wine back, dad must love to drink it, brother, don’t try to escape tonight, three cups, at least three cups, hahahaha…
Zhao Jingcheng has been hiding in business places all year round, and he has gained a lot of weight. Fortunately, he has a flat head and is still energetic.
The second son Zhao Jingxin is a standard handsome man. When he saw Lao Zhao come out, he smiled and said: Dad, you are up, I still want to go in and call you.
The third son Zhao Jingren is quite gentle and wearing a pair of thick glasses. He quickly stood up and helped Lao Zhao to the bench.
Oh, you are all back, okay!Old Zhao laughed happily and looked at the people in the living room kindly.
When he named the three brothers, he calculated the genealogy and it happened to be the Jing generation, so the last characters given to them were arranged in the order of sincerity, benevolence and righteousness, that is, Zhao Jingcheng, Zhao Jingxin, Zhao Jingren, and the youngest daughter Zhao Qingyi.
Zhao Jingcheng is 35 years old this year, born to Lao Zhao and his first wife, while Zhao Jingxin, Zhao Jingren and Zhao Qingyi are born to the second wife. The age difference between them is not much, 23 years old, 21 years old and 19 years old, and they are still in college.
Zhao Qingyi was busy working in the kitchen with an apron. When she saw her father coming out, she quickly called out to help: The food is ready, it's your turn to pick the spoon.
Zhao Jingcheng patted his forehead and smiled confidently: OK, look at me, you can sit there and the food will be ready soon!
The two were busy in the kitchen, while Zhao Jingxin held the hand of the girl next to her and said to Lao Zhao: Dad, Xiaozhen and I got the certificate last month and planned to have a drink next year.
Oh, okay, I feel relieved if I can see you walking together.
The girl is named Ouyang Zhen, who is the same age as Zhao Jingxin. The two of them fell in love in college for several years and finally achieved their true results.
Her long black hair is beautiful and beautiful, so beautiful that it makes people dare not look at it directly. It even has a little frost and oppression that keeps people from thousands of miles away. Especially her dark eyes seem to be able to penetrate human nature. Perhaps because of this, the air bangs she has left add a bit of agility and playfulness, which slightly restrains this sharpness.
The light gray long windbreaker is a white lace-edged shirt, and a large bow is woven on the chest. The tailored black skirt and black knight boots complement each other, making the long and beautiful legs covered with transparent stockings more eye-catching.
Lao Zhao has seen Ouyang Zhen several times before and is quite satisfied with this future second daughter-in-law. However, every time the cold and arrogant temperament that radiates from her makes him feel a little pressure and he rarely chats with each other.
Later, I found out that Ouyang Zhen’s family was both lawyers. It turned out that their parents were both lawyers. It was no wonder that the second daughter-in-law had a very different temperament than that of ordinary people.
Perhaps because of the marriage certificate, Ouyang Zhen became Lao Zhao's daughter-in-law and his temperament became elegant and implicit, and he smiled slightly:
Dad, I know you love drinking, so I brought some treasured white wines of vintage, all of which you like.
She gently handed the gift box to Lao Zhao, her slender hands were soft and white. The coldness from her fingertips made Lao Zhao feel charming and nodded repeatedly: Xiao Zhen, I spent a lot of money, you have to be a family in the future.
Seeing this, Zhao Jingren also held the hand of the girl next to him and introduced her to her father: Dad, this is my girlfriend I just met. Her name is Xia Qing Yàn. She is just in her freshman year this year, 19 years old, the same age as Qingyi.
Xia Qing Yàn is a standard beautiful girlish style, with a slightly fluffy ponytail, a sweet and lively image, and is dressed in a traditional campus JK uniform, a small suit jacket, a plaid shirt and pleated skirt, as well as translucent black silk pantyhose and leather shoes. She is so elegant and refined, even a little cute.
Xia Qing Yàn looked a little shy and timid. Maybe she was staring at Lao Zhao for too long, but she forgot to speak: Grandpa, hello, I am Xia Qing Yàn...
Zhao Jingren touched her, and she immediately reacted, her face getting hotter: Ah, I'm sorry!Uncle, Hello, uncle, I am Xia Qing Yàn. I was so crazy just now, don’t mind...
Old Zhao waved his hand haha, not minding: I am at my age, it is okay for you to call grandpa, haha.
Since he opened a button in his heart, Lao Zhao's desire has become increasingly uncontrollable.
From time to time, he looked towards the tiled house, and a bold and arrogant thought rushed into his mind, his heartbeat suddenly intensified, his Adam's apple trembled slightly, and he struggled a lot in his heart.
After a while, his clenched fists quietly relaxed, and his blood-filled eyes returned to calm. He dragged his remaining body out of the door, and his whole body merged into the darkness.
The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the mountains and forests are quiet.
The main structure of the ancestral house is made of yellow mud, which is integrated with the yellow-brown mud. After decades of wind and sand erosion, the exterior wall has become potholes and bumps, and at night it is even more terrifying.
A few years ago, Lao Zhao thought of saving a fee to repair the ancestral house and replaced it with a more solid and pleasing red brick structure. It happened that there was something wrong with his eldest son's business and needed funds to fill the holes, so he spent all the 80,000 yuan banknotes he had pressed on the bottom of the box and wrapped in oil cloth paper.
The eldest son said that when the business improved, he would buy a big house and take Lao Zhao to the big city to make him filial. Lao Zhao refused every time he heard it. He also felt the colorful city. There was no natural, simple and comfortable place in his hometown. There was neither the constraints of the rules and regulations, nor anyone cared about his lameness. Anyway, the people here would have lame something.
Lao Zhao walked around the exterior wall of the ancestral house and slowly walked to a small slope, which happened to be close to the tile house for bathing.
The gap between the tile roof and the wall is not firm, and even bamboo and wooden boards can be seen in the mud wall. Therefore, when the northwest wind blows, the cold wind of XiūXiū will enter.
The gap was blocked and loose, and it was loose and blocked. Old Zhao gave up after he struggled. Anyway, who would peek at him as an old man?
Now he has become a voyeur. Under the cover of the dark environment, he is also a sin to peek at his daughter taking a bath.
The light leaked out from the cracks in the wall under the eaves. Old Zhao hunched his upper body, supported the wall with his hands, and looked forward with his head. Finally, he saw the bright situation inside the house.
The misty water vapor filled the surroundings. The daughter tied her hair up, revealing her white snow neck and shoulders. Her skin was soft and smooth, like white jade with mutton fat.
The jade buttocks are delicate and full and tight. When she turned around, a pair of soft breasts appeared intact, round and perky, and the two nipples were pink and cute, making them even more pink and tempting under the impact of the water.
This is the body of his daughter Zhao Qingyi, a delicate body that is only 19 years old, and the shower gel and water vapor are floating out little by little. What a beautiful youthful atmosphere.
Lao Zhao had taken off his pants at some point. He supported the wall with one hand and held his penis with the other hand and stroked it back and forth. His eyes widened and he looked at the spring scenery in the bathroom in the gap, and his nostrils breathed heavily.
The daughter's hand gently stroked the white breasts, and when her fingertips touched the nipples, they produced a slight elasticity, shaking left and right, while more water hit the breasts, some splashed, and some slipped down to the flat and soft abdomen and smooth mons pubis, and finally gathered between the girl's legs.
Lao Zhao could only see that his daughter's mons pubis had no trace of pubic hair, and it bulged like a small steamed bun. If you look down, you will be unable to do it and your perspective is completely blocked.
He gritted his teeth and pounded his lower body, blushing and finally, the moment his daughter finished taking a shower, all his descendants ejaculated and imprinted on the yellow mud wall.
Empty, tired, and a little bit of self-blame. He stuffed his weak chicken back into his crotch. At this time, a cool breeze blew across the back pillow, and his feet staggered and fell to the side, twisting his ankle.
Lao Zhao, who woke up from desire, suddenly looked around and found that endless darkness was pounced on him, without a trace of light. He was frightened and rolled up and walked home with deep and shallow feet.
My daughter happened to come out of the tile house. She wore a thin pink nightgown, her face was red and warm, and her skin had a faint fragrance due to the lotus oozing. The curve of her breasts was particularly attractive, and the two bulges were clearly visible.
The nightgown is very short, and her slender legs are exposed with a large area of white skin. Even if the incandescent lamp indoors is not bright enough, it makes Lao Zhao confused and dare not glance around.
After returning to the warm hut, Lao Zhao's mood gradually became normal.
Hey, dad, why are your legs... okay?!
After Zhao Qingyi came back for a while, she finally found that her father was in a strange state. Did his father not even lame when walking?
Seeing his daughter's sudden increase in tone, Old Zhao patted his legs happily: I don't know what's going on, anyway, my legs can move straight, which is much more straighter than before.
Wow, that's great!My daughter was even more excited than him, and she almost jumped up. She quickly squatted in front of Lao Zhao and gently pinched his legs, without any notice of the spring light under the collarbone being exposed.
Old Zhao's penis showed signs of raising his head again, fearing that his daughter would find clues, so he moved past his body.Zhao Qingyi did not notice the strange thing, but instead learned the sketches on TV and asked Lao Zhao to take a few more steps.
Lao Zhao hadn't seen his daughter for a long time, so he happily played with her. The familiar days between the father and daughter seemed to be back.
After chatting for a while, Zhao Qingyi asked in confusion: Dad, where will I sleep tonight?
Old Zhao was stunned and pointed to the room next to him: Aren’t you sleeping in this room? Oh... I’m so confused. Why did I forget to clean up today?
Lao Zhao said as he walked into the room. It was empty, with only a wooden bed and a table. He forgot to wash all the bedding and bed covers. It must be too late tonight.
Zhao Qingyi patted his shoulder and comforted him: It's okay, it's all a trivial matter. I'll wash it tomorrow. I'll squeeze you and I tonight.
Squeeze Ah, um... OK, that's fine.After Lao Zhao stammered, his heart couldn't help but beat faster.
Although the father and daughter had slept together in the past, their mentality at that time was definitely different from now on, especially since their daughter is already an adult and has a youthful body full of fatal temptations. Can Lao Zhao control himself?
Seeing that his daughter was about to enter the bedroom, Old Zhao was shocked to block her and said tremblingly: Wait, my daughter wait first, it's very messy inside, I'll clean up.
Hey, I like to clean up the most, let me leave it all.
Oh, no, kid, stay outside, go.
When Zhao Qingyi saw him walking in and closed the door, he was a little puzzled: OK, then I'll go to wash clothes.
Old Zhao was in a hurry, not only because the garbage cans inside were tissues that had wiped semen, but also the posters of sexy beauty posted on the wall. If his daughter discovered it, his old face would have no place to put it.
He pulled off all the posters in a few seconds, kneaded them into balls and threw them into the trash can, and cleaned up the messy situation a little. Finally, he was not so sloppy. Of course, the air was filled with the dull smell of old people. Even if the window was opened to breathe, the disgusting smell could not be eliminated in a short time.
After Zhao Qingyi came into the room, he gently covered his nose: Dad, your room is not breathable normally, it tastes so strange.
Lao Zhao's expression was a little awkward. He smelled his clothes: Daughter, maybe I have a heavy sweat on my body. I'll take a shower first, and you can come in when it gets cooler.
It's okay, I'll help you clean up your clothes.Zhao Qingyi quickly adapted to the dull smell in the room, put her suitcase aside, and tidied up Lao Zhao's wardrobe.
There was also the fragrance of my daughter after bathing in the tile house. When Lao Zhao smelled the smell, his penis swollen again. After a while, the amount came out, and each time it was very large.
After ejaculation, the itchy and fullness of the testicles was relieved. He lowered his head and washed his fist-sized scrotum and sighed: Brother Testicle, why are you so naughty? Is this what you want?
No one answered Lao Zhao's questions, and no one encountered the same situation as Lao Zhao.
After Lao Zhao came back from taking a shower, his daughter was already lying on the bed, covered with a thin quilt, revealing half of her body. She was playing with her cell phone, but she didn't notice her father coming in.
Lao Zhao focused all his attention on his daughter's nightgown. Because the skirt was very short, it could hardly cover the base of her white and tender legs, and the light blue underwear was clearly visible.
He coughed lightly, glanced at his head, and then sat by the bed.
Seeing this, my daughter rushed over from behind, her soft breasts pressed against Lao Zhao's back, and put her phone in front of him: Dad, look at this, hahahaha, I'm so laughing to death, and this, does it look like what I told you before...
Old Zhao smiled openly, but he didn't care what his daughter was saying, nor did he care how funny the video on his phone was. He smelled the seductive fragrance from his daughter's nightgown in his nose, and his shoulders in a vest were rubbed back and forth by his daughter's soft breasts, and his lower body began to move again.
Until his daughter fell asleep, he was still sleepless when he lay beside him, and his crotch was so uncomfortable that he simply pulled out his penis and let the quilt support a small tent.
The fragrant and tender daughter was sleeping next to her. The fragrant smell of the girl made him confused. He couldn't help but want to touch his daughter's body several times, but was finally pulled back by the feeling of guilt.
Lao Zhao felt that he was becoming more and more like a beast. Since eating those charming fruits, his sexual desire has increased. Whether it is a female student, a female teacher or a mature woman, he cannot resist the temptation of their female aura, let alone the charming and lively girl lying next to him, even if she is his own daughter.
His withered skin couldn't help but reach into the quilt, held his penis, and carefully stroked it, not daring to make too much noise, for fear of waking up his daughter.
About ten minutes later, the scrotum contracted violently. This time the ejaculation came very quickly. He took out a tissue to block the mouth of the urethra, but a little semen still dripped out.
After the ejaculation, Lao Zhao's vigorous sexual desire decreased a lot. He blamed and annoyed himself again. He sighed. Just as he was about to throw away the tissue, his daughter turned her body over.
In the darkness, Lao Zhao stared at his sleeping daughter, and a strange thought arose. He was silent for a long time, dipped his fingers in a little semen, and gently reached into his daughter's warm lips.
After his fingers touched his daughter's teeth, he did not dare to stay for too long. He quickly shrank back and the semen on his fingertips had been wiped in.
What kind of evil am I doing... Old Zhao cursed himself secretly, but he was looking forward to something happening in his heart.
In this way, he turned sideways and fell asleep worriedly.
The next morning, Lao Zhao got up early to cook porridge. It was about nine o'clock when Zhao Qingyi got up from the bed and looked at Lao Zhao sleepily: Dad, what are you standing there?
... Come in and call you to get up, it's time to have breakfast.Lao Zhao said with a little guilty look. He didn't notice anything unusual about his daughter, and he secretly let it go, and felt a little disappointed.
OK.
After stretching, my daughter smelled the air and was very curious: Hey, dad, have you sprayed perfume?
Old Zhao was stunned for a moment: No, what's going on?
Very strange...
Zhao Qingyi looked around with a puzzled face: It just felt that it suddenly became much fragrant and smelled quite nice. Where did it float?
Seeing that she started to smell the quilt, Lao Zhao felt a little guilty and said vaguely: Don’t smell it, get up and wash, hurry up and eat some breakfast to fill your stomach.
OK.
Zhao Qingyi didn't give up. After smelling it for a while, she stood up reluctantly. After closing the door, she changed into a white T-shirt and ultra-short jeans. Her fair bare legs were exposed, which made Lao Zhao almost think that she was not wearing pants.
Why don’t you girls pay attention to keeping warm? When you get old and become rheumatoid, you will know that you are in trouble.
Dad, I will pay great attention, don't worry, Wave
The two chatted for a while, and Lao Zhao went out with a hoe and started a new day of hard work.Zhao Qingyi was responsible for cleaning the house, washing the quilt, and then drying it.
However, Lao Zhao saw a girl sitting on the stone steps outside the courtyard, which was Lin Jing.
She was wearing ordinary long-sleeved clothes and pants, waiting quietly, her eyes staring into the distance.
Lin Jing?Why are you here?
teacher.
Lin Jing hurriedly stood up, wanting to come forward to hug him, but she was a little worried. She put her hands behind her back and said timidly: I said that, I will come today, I... miss you.
Old Zhao really forgot about this. He looked back and said in a low voice: Child, you go back first. There are people at home. It’s not convenient to take tutoring here.
Lin Jing pursed her lips a little aggrievedly. She did not give up and said another suggestion: Teacher, why don’t you come to my house? My parents went to the county town today, and they came back very late.
If you can't do it, you can't do it. My child is because I'm so confused, we can't make mistakes.
No, teacher, I have no other meaning. I don’t know some questions. I just want to ask you for advice. Is it OK?
When talking about learning, Lao Zhao became concerned: What’s wrong, which question is this week?
It's new, teacher, can you come here later? I'll wait for you at home.
You kid, I...well, I'll change my clothes and go there.
Lin Jing's smile was very bright, she waved to Lao Zhao, and then trotted out of his sight, as if afraid that he would repent.
This child... Old Zhao shook his head, returned to the house, took out the dusty textbooks and exercises, and put all the reading glasses and paper into the bag.
When Zhao Qingyi learned that Lao Zhao was going out, she wanted to go out, but he refused: You kid, I went to the student's house for tutoring, why are you doing? Isn't it boring?
My daughter couldn't help but mutter: Dad, you are retired, why do you still need to do tutoring?
This sentence instantly hit Lao Zhao's weakness, and he suddenly became dull, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper: Child, I only do this in my life, teaching and educating people, I really don't know anything else. Alas, looking back on this life, I missed a lot and wasted a lot, and I am really useless.
Zhao Qingyi obviously noticed his depression, pinched his shoulders, and comforted her softly: Dad, okay, I just feel sorry for you and want you to have a good rest. Since the students need you, then go, you can still shine and feel at ease, but remember to come back early at noon, there are some dishes in the refrigerator, so I will get some delicious food for you.
Old Zhao smiled comfortably: OK.
He put on his hat and went out, pushing the 28 bar towards the village road.
Lin Jing's home is located near the town at the entrance of the village. It is a very ordinary two-story brick and tile house. Every time Lao Zhao passes by, he can see Lin Jing standing on the balcony on the second floor.
More than ten minutes later, Lao Zhao parked his bicycle in front of Lin Jing's house and walked in. It turned out that Lin Jing was the only one inside.
Child, where are you tutoring?
After Lin Jing closed the door tightly, he took Lao Zhao's hand and walked towards the stairs: Teacher, let's go to the room on the second floor, where there is a desk.
For some reason, when Lao Zhao walked into Lin Jing's boudoir, his quiet heart had a primitive impulse. The widowed man and the woman lived in the same room, which always made people think a lot, especially the two had ambiguous physical contact last night.
Lin Jing's bedroom is very small, and there is no other furniture except for a bed, a wardrobe and a table.
Old Zhao sat by the bed, put on reading glasses, took out the textbook and test paper from the bag, looked at the new test paper on the desktop, lowered his head and asked: Which question is it?
Seeing that there was no sound next to him, he turned his head and was stunned.
I saw that Lin Jing's pants had been taken off at some point. Her delicate legs were covered with a layer of translucent black stockings, extending to the base of her beautiful legs, sexy and charming. The mysterious part between her legs was covered by white underwear, and you could vaguely see sparse pubic hair on the bulging mons pubic.
Almost at the same time, Lao Zhao's lower body reacted, and his lips touched up and down, and his tone became awkward:
Child, what are you doing...
Lin Jing's face was flushed. She mustered up a lot of courage to open her legs and said shyly: Teacher, I still have many questions, can you help me answer...
This is probably the most erotic way to ask questions...
The most primitive lust was intertwined in the air. Old Zhao was stunned. His mind was almost attracted by her tempting body. He climbed onto the bed uncontrollably, and the two hugged each other quickly.
The lips kissed and licked, and the light shirt took off, and the girl's smooth skin was exposed. The two of them touched each other, and the tips of their tongues blended, moist and sticky, making a sizzling kiss sound.
Lao Zhao's head buzzed, and his rough palms slashed across the girl's skin, just like white and tender tofu, with a smooth touch, especially the black stockings on his jade legs, which seemed to be stroking silk, thin and smooth, full of extreme sexiness.
Lin Jing was already ashamed of being able to spread her legs at first, but now she saw Lao Zhao holding her pigeon breasts as if she was enlightened, smiling sweetly, and her sensitive nipples were licked back and forth, and she couldn't help but murmur softly.
At this moment, Lao Zhao put down his benevolence, righteousness and shame, and just wanted to get the beautiful body of the girl in front of him. Lin Jing's underwear was quickly taken off, and there was a small cluster of fragrant grass in the charming mons pubis, but it could not cover the wet pussy. The clear and lewd aura touched Lao Zhao's most primitive impulse.
He even forgot about the foreplay, so he gasped, trembled and pinched his penis, and advanced into the slit of his pussy. The glans quickly spread out the two wet labia and penetrated it little by little.
Teacher, it hurts... Lin Jing closed her eyes and put her hands on Lao Zhao's neck, as if begging for mercy, but also as if she was eager.
Old Zhao was sweating nervously. He supported the bed with both hands, and his shriveled buttocks moved forward. The penis was exploring hard into his pussy again, as if it had broken through a thin layer of obstacles, and the entire penis was inserted into it.
Woo... Lin Jing wrapped her legs around Lao Zhao's waist in pain, and tears fell on her face.
Old Zhao felt so happy that his soul was ascending to heaven. He felt that his penis was inserted into a tight and soft vagina, which tightly clamped his penis, which was strongly stimulating and almost had the urge to ejaculate.
Lao Zhao hasn't had sex for more than ten years. He looked down excitedly and found that scarlet blood was oozing out from the genital intercourse. I think the wetness felt by the penis was virgin blood, which also means that Lin Jing finally became Lao Zhao's woman.
Lin Jing... Old Zhao's eyes were red and he didn't know how to speak.
Lin Jing opened her eyes, stroked his wrinkled face, and said softly: Teacher, I'm fine, love me well.
After receiving encouragement from the students, Lao Zhao responded and began to thrust his lower body. He felt the girl's vagina contracting and wriggling, his two delicate flower lips rubbed against his penis, and the whole room made a crisp sound of physical collision.
Huhu, Huhu... Old Zhao gasped heavily, and Lin Jing under her moaned rhythmically after adapting to the size of her penis, her face was timid and charming, and her slim breasts swayed gently.
A pair of beautiful legs hooked Lao Zhao's waist with force. The smooth and crispy black stockings made Lao Zhao gradually become crazy. His fingers couldn't help but touch his jade feet, which was exquisite and charming against the backdrop of the stockings.
He seemed to have returned to his youth. Although he had enough energy at that time, he had no tender pussy to fuck. Now Lin Jing has made up for his regret.
Lao Zhao's initial thrusting movement was very awkward, and his speed continued to accelerate after getting familiar with it. The girl's fair breasts trembled and stirred. The slit of blood stopped bleeding in the vagina, and a trace of sticky liquid flowed out, crystal clear and transparent, and soon spread across the edge of the labia.
The penis thrust back and forth and became shimmering, and the two of them quickly became wet.
Lin Jing's moans were gentle and beautiful, and her frown seemed to be eager for more. Her cheeks became more intoxicated. Her white body trembled and hot, and a slight fragrance of sweat emerged. Her delicate buttocks would be slightly raised, thus enduring the old man's continuous impact.
She was intoxicated and still did not forget Lao Zhao's feelings: Teacher, are you so... comfortable...Ah...
Huh...comfortable, where are you...
It hurts a little...but...it's so comfortable...it turns out that what they said about sex...it's just this feeling...wow...
Lin Jing cooperated with Lao Zhao's thrusting, raised her legs and put them on his shoulders.
Lao Zhao's rough palm stroked the black stockings on the girl's beautiful legs, and even learned the movements in the video and tried to tear them hard. Soon the thin stockings were pulled to pieces.
Teacher, do you like me wearing stockings?I went to the county town to buy it.Lin Jing stroked Lao Zhao's face, as if she was looking at a lover, and her deep love could not be hidden in her eyes.
Huh...I like it...I like it...
Then I'll wear more clothes for you in the future, okay, teacher wavy
Her moan suddenly increased the tone, and her charming and delicate stockings passed through Lao Zhao's chest. The thin stockings texture and hazy fragrant body fragrance further stimulated Lao Zhao's mind.
Child, you are so beautiful... Huh...
Teacher, please love me well...Ah... is integrated...
Lin Jing's gasp was like a fatal aphrodisiac. His old face was hot, and he finally couldn't help it. He pushed his waist forward with force, his scrotum contracted violently, and a large amount of semen poured into the virgin's pussy.
Lin Jing's soft body hugged Lao Zhao, her legs wrapped around his waist tightly, and her nose was breathing.
After ejaculation, Lao Zhao did not have any weakness. He continued to hug her soft waist with his hands, and his glans thrust back and forth again. The tight vagina became very slippery under the influence of semen. Every impact of his penis was deeply pushed into the deepest part of the vagina.
Teacher... I'm so numb... Ah... Lin Jingqing's hoarse moan became ecstatic, and a lot of crystal liquid flowed out of the slit of her pussy, her legs twitched and trembled, and she could hardly make a sound.
Lao Zhao escaped from the constraints of his age and weak body, and thrust over and over again. The second ejaculation came soon, and his glans shook violently, and a large stream of thick semen was spurted out from his vagina.
After ejaculation, he was exhausted and had stars in his eyes. After pulling out his penis, he lay on the bed with his head raised and unable to move. His chest kept rising and falling.
Lin Jing's face was red and dazed, and she was also lying beside her and motionless. Her pussy turned from the initial pink and moisturized, and her labia were rubbed so hard that it could not be closed, and strands of semen continued to flow out from the slit of her pussy.
When Lao Zhao recovered, he finally realized how ridiculous what happened between the two, and his voice was a little old: Child, you won’t fall in love with me, this bad old man, right?
Lin Jing snuggled up like a gentle female cat with a gentle tone: Teacher, I don’t know what love is, but I just want to be with you and be by your side forever.
Old Zhao was vaguely worried and sighed and said: Child, I am 70 years old this year. You are just over 18 years old and your life is still long. If it is spread, it will be bad for you and me.
Lin Jing buried her head in his chest: Teacher, I'm not afraid.
Seeing that Lao Zhao didn't say anything, Lin Jing's tone became even lower: I will be very obedient, teacher, don't dislike me...
The teacher didn’t dislike you, I was just... afraid and worried.
Teacher, I will be very quiet and will not disturb you. I will wait for you at home. If you miss me, come over, okay?
The almost humble plea made Lao Zhao hug Lin Jing in his arms: Child Ah, will you regret it?
Teacher, I will never regret it, everything about me is yours.
well……
Old Zhao was very moved, feeling the smoothness of the girl's pigeon breasts, and there were signs of raising his head under his crotch.
Teacher, let me do this time.
Lin Jing tried to sit on Lao Zhao, fixing his glans with his fingers, pressing down slowly with his soft waist, and successfully stretched out his vagina and swallowed it little by little. Finally, the entire buttocks and hips fit together, making a dull puff.
She frowned, twisted back and forth awkwardly, twisted around in circles, panted softly, and her pigeon breasts swayed slightly.
Teacher, do you like me like this?
Like, you are so charming.
Lao Zhao stroked Lin Jing's tender legs, and the black stockings were blurred and seductive. The girl's labia were rosy and full. The plump and tender flesh was first squeezed in, and then slowly squeezed out, and the folds of the skin were clearly visible.
Lao Zhao held his soft buttocks with his hands, and with the impact, the glans hit deeply into the girl's vagina, which was hot and slippery, as if another sexy little mouth was kissing the glans. At this time, Lin Jing's moan also became urgent and delicate.
Teacher...I'm coming...Ah...
Old Zhao blushed, his waist thrust up again, and the semen burst out, and the swollen scrotum seemed to have a lot of stocks. It shot into the girl's pussy again and again, and a lot of white foam slowly overflowed from the labia.
In this way, the two of them fought for a long time, so long that they both forgot the time. Until he walked out of the door tremblingly and pushed the bicycle away, he realized that it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon.
Lin Jing stood on the balcony on the second floor and waved at him reluctantly.
Lao Zhao tried several times but couldn't ride the bicycle. His legs kept trembling, his chest became even more stuffy, and he pushed the bicycle home while coughing.
Zhao Qingyi kept standing at the gate and looking into the distance. Finally, when she saw Lao Zhao coming home, she was so angry that she stamped her feet: Dad, where are you going!I'm so worried about you!
She originally wanted to complain a few more times, but she saw that Lao Zhao was listless and was very old. She thought he was hungry and had no time to get angry, so she hurried over to support her: Is it okay?Are you hungry?Come, have a meal quickly, go quickly, I'll bring it out for you.
Old Zhao nodded, unable to even speak. He was really hungry and didn't care about high blood pressure and high blood sugar. He forced two bowls of rice to eat it voraciously.
Zhao Qingyi, who was standing beside him, felt distressed and reminded him to eat slowly.
After dinner, Lao Zhao felt that his eyelids could not be opened, and his waist felt sore as if he was about to break. He walked into the bedroom with heavy steps and said weakly: Daughter Ah, I'll go to bed for a while first, don't call me if you have nothing to do.
Well, go, I'll clean up at home.
After entering the bedroom, he lay on the bed with his head raised and soon slept loudly, making loud snoring.
When the sky gradually got late on the window, Lao Zhao was awakened by a strange noise in the living room, and he even vaguely heard the baby's crying.
What's going on?
He became confused and rubbed his eyes. His body was not as sore as noon, and his whole body seemed to be back.
Lao Zhao calmed down, put on his slippers, slowly opened the door, but saw a plump white breast appearing in front of him. The sexy nipples were firm and light red, with a few drops of white milk hanging on it.
The woman was lowering her head and coaxing the crying baby in her arms, trying to put her nipples into the baby's mouth, and said softly: Baby, be good, don't cry, don't cry.
She thought of avoiding the person in the living room and walked to a remote place to breastfeed, but she didn't expect that Lao Zhao suddenly came out of the door, her face turned slightly red, she quickly covered her clothes on her chest, avoided her side, and whispered: Father-in-law, you are awake...
The girl in front of me is Lao Zhao's eldest daughter-in-law, Gong Wenyin, who is 25 years old this year.
She always looks gentle and gentle, especially after giving birth to a child, she adds maternal brilliance, but she cannot cover up her delicate face as exquisite as a magical one.
When Lao Zhao went to visit his newborn child in the city, he had already felt Gong Wenyin's troubles. All the men passing by in the hospital, both young and old, couldn't help but look back. They even came to chat with each other rashly, but were driven out by Lao Zhao and his son.
He quickly avoided his eyes and coughed lightly and said: Xiaoyin Ah, you are all back. Have you just returned? OK, aren't you tired on the road?Oh, it's so tiring to take care of children...
Lao Zhao chatted all the time, thinking about chatting with her to dilute the embarrassment, but his daughter-in-law's milky white breasts were almost exposed in front of Lao Zhao, and it seemed that it was not appropriate to continue chatting.
He could only touch the baby's face with his fingers, but just saw his nipples spit out of the child's mouth, which made the scene even more awkward.
Then I'll go out first.
Old Zhao hurriedly left with a shy face. Gong Wenyin was already standing in the corner with shame, holding the child without turning around.
As soon as I arrived in the living room, the loud voice of my eldest son Zhao Jingcheng came: I brought some good wine back, dad must love to drink it, brother, don’t try to escape tonight, three cups, at least three cups, hahahaha…
Zhao Jingcheng has been hiding in business places all year round, and he has gained a lot of weight. Fortunately, he has a flat head and is still energetic.
The second son Zhao Jingxin is a standard handsome man. When he saw Lao Zhao come out, he smiled and said: Dad, you are up, I still want to go in and call you.
The third son Zhao Jingren is quite gentle and wearing a pair of thick glasses. He quickly stood up and helped Lao Zhao to the bench.
Oh, you are all back, okay!Old Zhao laughed happily and looked at the people in the living room kindly.
When he named the three brothers, he calculated the genealogy and it happened to be the Jing generation, so the last characters given to them were arranged in the order of sincerity, benevolence and righteousness, that is, Zhao Jingcheng, Zhao Jingxin, Zhao Jingren, and the youngest daughter Zhao Qingyi.
Zhao Jingcheng is 35 years old this year, born to Lao Zhao and his first wife, while Zhao Jingxin, Zhao Jingren and Zhao Qingyi are born to the second wife. The age difference between them is not much, 23 years old, 21 years old and 19 years old, and they are still in college.
Zhao Qingyi was busy working in the kitchen with an apron. When she saw her father coming out, she quickly called out to help: The food is ready, it's your turn to pick the spoon.
Zhao Jingcheng patted his forehead and smiled confidently: OK, look at me, you can sit there and the food will be ready soon!
The two were busy in the kitchen, while Zhao Jingxin held the hand of the girl next to her and said to Lao Zhao: Dad, Xiaozhen and I got the certificate last month and planned to have a drink next year.
Oh, okay, I feel relieved if I can see you walking together.
The girl is named Ouyang Zhen, who is the same age as Zhao Jingxin. The two of them fell in love in college for several years and finally achieved their true results.
Her long black hair is beautiful and beautiful, so beautiful that it makes people dare not look at it directly. It even has a little frost and oppression that keeps people from thousands of miles away. Especially her dark eyes seem to be able to penetrate human nature. Perhaps because of this, the air bangs she has left add a bit of agility and playfulness, which slightly restrains this sharpness.
The light gray long windbreaker is a white lace-edged shirt, and a large bow is woven on the chest. The tailored black skirt and black knight boots complement each other, making the long and beautiful legs covered with transparent stockings more eye-catching.
Lao Zhao has seen Ouyang Zhen several times before and is quite satisfied with this future second daughter-in-law. However, every time the cold and arrogant temperament that radiates from her makes him feel a little pressure and he rarely chats with each other.
Later, I found out that Ouyang Zhen’s family was both lawyers. It turned out that their parents were both lawyers. It was no wonder that the second daughter-in-law had a very different temperament than that of ordinary people.
Perhaps because of the marriage certificate, Ouyang Zhen became Lao Zhao's daughter-in-law and his temperament became elegant and implicit, and he smiled slightly:
Dad, I know you love drinking, so I brought some treasured white wines of vintage, all of which you like.
She gently handed the gift box to Lao Zhao, her slender hands were soft and white. The coldness from her fingertips made Lao Zhao feel charming and nodded repeatedly: Xiao Zhen, I spent a lot of money, you have to be a family in the future.
Seeing this, Zhao Jingren also held the hand of the girl next to him and introduced her to her father: Dad, this is my girlfriend I just met. Her name is Xia Qing Yàn. She is just in her freshman year this year, 19 years old, the same age as Qingyi.
Xia Qing Yàn is a standard beautiful girlish style, with a slightly fluffy ponytail, a sweet and lively image, and is dressed in a traditional campus JK uniform, a small suit jacket, a plaid shirt and pleated skirt, as well as translucent black silk pantyhose and leather shoes. She is so elegant and refined, even a little cute.
Xia Qing Yàn looked a little shy and timid. Maybe she was staring at Lao Zhao for too long, but she forgot to speak: Grandpa, hello, I am Xia Qing Yàn...
Zhao Jingren touched her, and she immediately reacted, her face getting hotter: Ah, I'm sorry!Uncle, Hello, uncle, I am Xia Qing Yàn. I was so crazy just now, don’t mind...
Old Zhao waved his hand haha, not minding: I am at my age, it is okay for you to call grandpa, haha.
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