This month, my brother got married on the Fourth of July, and since they are in a county, it’s a 3-hour bus ride. My wife asked me to go alone when she heard I would be spending the night there before coming back the next day. I thought it was good to have a woman in the house, but I didn’t feel comfortable playing with a man, so I went alone. I was surprised to meet an old lover, A. When A broke up with her boyfriend in the past, he found me, probably because of loneliness. I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to do that. This time I met her and her husband by accident, and it turned out that her husband was my brother’s relative or something, and we greeted each other generously and chatted. We greeted each other generously and chatted. At the dinner table, several men also drank a cup of wine. We all got drunk playing mahjong after lunch, and in the afternoon we were pulled up to the table again before we sobered up, and this time several of us slept directly on the table. I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to do that, but I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to do that, so I’m going to be able to do that. As a result, A’s husband looked like he was very drunk. In the evening, because most of us were almost drunk, and not many of us had the energy to go to the bridal chamber (I think this may be the two newcomers’ strategy), we were arranged to sleep in a small hotel. After resting for a while, I suddenly remembered A. I called her and said, “What are you doing? I called her and asked, “What are you doing?” She said, “I just cleaned him (her husband) up and threw up all over him.” I asked, “So he’s better now, right?” She: “Well, you slept like a dead pig.” I felt there was something in her words, so I said, “I’m drunk too. She laughed: “You’re drunk and you’re still calling, you must be faking it.” I: “I’m really drunk, and I’m feeling really bad. She said: “I’m not coming over. It’s no good if you’re so bad.” Me: “I’m drunk and you’re afraid to tell me? Really baby come over and keep me company.” She finally agreed to come over after talking about it for most of the day. As soon as she came over, I grabbed her in my arms and started kissing her. She: “Gently, my husband is sleeping in the room across the hall.” I: “Didn’t you say that he sleeps like a dead pig, not afraid to pull.” So I took her to bed and kissed her while undressing her. After stripping her naked, I looked at her naked body and exclaimed: “Baby long time no see you really more and more beautiful it.” She was very happy to hear that and took the initiative to start undressing me. I kissed her all the way down to the bottom, and when I got to the bottom, the bottom was already wet. When I got to the bottom, I deliberately kissed and licked around her but didn’t lick her vital parts. She couldn’t stand it any longer, so I pushed her head with my hand and pushed her down to the bottom. After a couple of licks with my tongue, she moaned in pleasure and kept raising her pussy to make me lick her deeper. I used only the tip of my tongue to lick her clitoris sporadically in order to get rid of her taste. I saw that it was almost time to take advantage of the situation and put my mouth around her labia, sucking and licking her hard, and after a few licks she started to cry out. She screamed so loudly that I was afraid that people outside could hear her. After a while, she came with a full-body shudder. She took a break and said, “Now it’s my turn”, and went down to suck my cock. She took it out of her mouth, looked at me and smiled, climbed on top of me, pointed it at the hole, and sat down. She had just had an orgasm down there, and it was so watery, hot, and tight that it was very pleasurable. She adjusted her position and started to move on top of me. It was only a minute or so before she started moaning again, and the sound of her grandmother’s voice really killed the man. I also worked with her from time to time on the bottom. It’s not just a matter of time, it’s also a matter of time before we get to the point where we can’t do anything about it. I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to do that, but I’m going to be able to do that. I was too much of a scoundrel to move upward from below, and probably moved twenty or thirty times to the point where I had no strength to move, and she had lost all her strength, lying completely on top of me. After she had rested for a while, I turned her over, with me on top, and after moving for a few minutes, I couldn’t resist pulling out and shooting. I was tempted to shoot inside.
