Chapter 340

Uncle Ma's movements were so obvious that his wife could clearly feel them, but at this moment, he held his wife's shoulder and made her stand up straight.

My eyes were staring at the screen of my phone, watching what was happening in the living room at this time.

My wife sat upright on the sofa, but her face turned red uncontrollably. She began to wipe her charming thighs with a tissue because the watermelon fell and was covered with traces.

If my wife had become so proactive and open before today, even if she was the person who brought me the closest to me, I would have uncontrollably felt expectant in my heart.

Every time my wife unknowingly narrows this boundary, I found that my wife should be able to face all this calmly in her heart.

My wife's approach can stimulate my deepest feelings so strongly.

The sound of the shower beside me was still rustling, and I looked at the screen of my phone, but I had already reacted violently, so strong and so uncontrollable.

My wife lifted up one of her slender legs and began to wipe the watermelon juice on it, deliberately showing the perfectly curved legs to accentuate.

After wiping, he handed the tissue to Uncle Ma because the garbage can was on the other side of him.

Uncle Ma held the tissue, his hands trembling uncontrollably, and finally threw it into the garbage can, and his movements were as slow as if he couldn't bear it.

Tonight I found my wife was smarter than I thought and more controllable than I thought, at least not scaring him away again when she made any tempting moves.

But my wife was not as calm as she looked. Her red face and the rapid and undulating waves on her chest proved that she was not calm inside.

My wife was trying hard to say something, as if she was saying something very interesting. Even though she was in a nervous state, Uncle Ma was amused and laughed.

At this time, my wife was trembling with flowers, and her upper body was shaking with obvious trembling, which looked so seductive. Her wife smiled a little crookedly, so her hand was quietly pressed on Uncle Ma's legs because she stabilized her sitting position.

I tried hard to look at the details of all this, my wife's tender and clever little hands were only a short distance from the obvious exaggerated bulge.

So close, so dazzling, I could even feel my wife's little finger pretending to be a bit apart from her palm, and approaching the huge bulge.

The screen of the phone is still too small, and the finger is pressing on it and still touching it. I see it blurry.

But the only thing that could be seen clearly was that when the little hand was accidentally pressed on his leg, Uncle Ma's whole body tensed again and his smile stiffened on his face.

The whole process lasted for a few seconds, which was also a few seconds that made me extremely distressed. Uncle Ma was trembling slightly. Perhaps his heart was about to jump out of his throat like me.

It was obvious that the two of them didn't know if they were still on their legs, but the huge bulge of his pants was so conspicuous that it was almost the most eye-catching thing in front of them, and it was impossible for them to know if they were not.

Is my wife really ready to showdown tonight and do something substantial?

I couldn't express my excitement in my heart, looking at the phone screen without blinking, waiting for the next situation to happen.

Sometimes, when some things are not shown, or when they know each other, they will barely pretend to be in a state of not knowing.

But the situation in front of me is so bold and open, so obvious. I think the two of them know each other's feelings and their hearts next.

A wife who wants to feel the exaggerated size and identity stimulation, and a wife who is single for many years so strong that she can explode at any time.

The two of them's condition became strange at this moment. The wife stopped talking, but just looked at him silently. It could be seen that when the moment when the breakthrough was approaching, his wife's mood was extremely complicated.

Apart from his rapid breathing and obvious reaction in his wife's sight, he seemed to be making the final struggle with his eyes closed.

The pain and guilt on his face were not pretended to be, but his forehead was covered in sweat in the cool living room, and the arduous patience was not pretended to be.

The two of them sat close to the sofa, while their wife's arms were trembling slightly, but they kept insisting and did not leave his legs.

Looking at Uncle Ma again, his whole expression was distorted in pain, but sometimes people are like this, unless they are saints, who know the pain and entanglement in their hearts, but their thoughts still faithfully reflect what he desires and needs the most.

I saw him slowly spread his legs a little apart, so the bulging tent seemed even more exaggerated. He vaguely passed through his pants, and that appearance seemed to be as big as his wife's forearm.

And his wife's hand had once again slid towards the target. The moment his wife's hand slid, he couldn't help but raise his head. The fresh stimulation that he had never experienced for many years made him slowly crush his reason.

I originally thought something would happen today, but before my wife could move, she suddenly opened her eyes, then said something, and then stood up in a mess and quickly left the living room.

I watched all this from my phone. When he disappeared from the screen of my phone, I heard clear footsteps coming from the corridor. Within two seconds, a dull sound of closing the door came.

Everything started so unexpectedly, and the ending was so surprising.

I stayed there for a long time, and knew that the sound of running water around me kept ringing, which made me come back to my senses.

I put my phone next to me, washed it quickly and wiped it dry, and then I walked out.

At this time, my wife was turning off the light from the living room and walked to the corridor. She looked at me. There was a passion and excitement in her eyes. I looked at my wife who was gradually becoming unfamiliar.

I'll go wash it, too.

My wife's face was still red. After saying that, she passed me and went to take a shower.

I looked at the closed bedroom door in front of me, and didn't know how Uncle Ma was in the bedroom.

I felt uncomfortable. I went back to the bedroom and lay down alone, thinking about every subtle action of the two people in the living room just now.

After a while, my wife had already come back from taking a shower. When she saw me lying on the bed in a daze, her face became even more nervous. She had experienced the tempering of today's reality, but when facing Uncle Ma's incident, my wife still did not completely let go in front of me.

After entering the room, his wife turned off the lights and went to bed, and took off her sexy nightgown.In the darkness, the two of us hugged each other habitually, feeling the stability and stability brought by each other.

Wife, how did you take the initiative when I was taking a shower?

With a strong curiosity, my little wife didn't speak, and I broke the quiet and asked softly in her ear.

My wife's voice was very calm, but I found that my wife no longer had the simple kindness she used to be. No, go take a shower and I was chatting with Uncle Ma.

Seeing that my wife was not hiding me honestly, I started to change shapes on my wife's waves with my hands.

My wife hummed, finally couldn't stand my nonsense, so she admitted it calmly. I don't say that you can tell Ah just by thinking about it. Besides, this is not your wish all the time, but Uncle Ma seems to be very repulsive and contradictory.I can’t take the initiative, and he doesn’t respond at all.I was so angry that I couldn't wait to be so angry at that time.

My wife said two times in a row. I couldn't help laughing while listening to me. I listened to my wife continuing to say, wishing to pull off the annoying pants and sit on the huge cock.