【Me and Ariamère】(A May-December Romance)

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1. I have a wonderful wife. I am a retired senior manager, sixty-four years old this year.

I have a son, and my wife passed away from cancer when I was fifty-one. My son worked for a multinational company,

but died in a car accident three years ago. When I was fifty-nine, I was hospitalized for stomach problems, and that's how I met my current

wife. Her name is Yali, and she was twenty-two years old that year, a nursing student. She is an average beauty,

with an oval face, eyes that are not large but seem to be smiling all the time; a high, delicate nose, a

small mouth, and a dimple on her left cheek when she smiles. But her figure is first-rate. She is 171cm

tall, slender, and most alluring is her bust, which is more than 35 inches, and looks like it's about

to burst when she wears her nurse's uniform. Coupled with her curly ponytail, she walks with great movement. Her skin was exceptionally

good, very fair and smooth, her ten fingers so delicate and slender. You could see

the smoothness and delicacy of her skin from her neck and arms. What attracted me most was her kind heart; she was easily moved. She was my ideal

wife candidate. During my hospital stay, my room was always bustling with activity. My subordinates took turns

visiting me, one after another, bringing fruit and supplements. Luckily, I had a single room, otherwise I

would have felt bad for my fellow patients. Yali happened to be in charge of my room. She was meticulous, not only taking my temperature and

distributing my medication on time, but also asking about my well-being, showing great consideration for an elderly person. Of course, with my years of experience in making friends, I quickly became

familiar with this young nurse. She asked me for a lot of life advice, and I was happy to share my experiences.

On the morning of the third day of my hospitalization, I wanted to peel an apple, but I was clumsy and slow. Just then, Yali came in to take my temperature and distribute my medication.

Seeing me, this slowpoke, she laughed and snatched the knife and apple from me, saying, "Uncle Long, let me help you.

Men are just not good at this." "Little Li, then let me practice." "I'll help you for

a price , you'll have to continue telling me your story."

"Okay!" I thought for a moment while taking my medicine. Afterwards, Yali finished peeling the rest of the apple. I took

the peel , scraped the apple with a spoon, and said, "When I was your age..." Half an hour later, my son arrived;

he was early this time. At that moment, a thought struck me, and I quickly introduced them. They had

n't seen each other for the past two days. They seemed to have a good impression of her. (My son is 176cm tall, disappointingly, not as tall as

his father 179cm.)

Afterwards, I quietly told my son, "Hey, this girl is nice, isn't she? You'd better try harder." He was

pleased and smiled shyly. During my hospital stay, something embarrassing happened. That day, I woke up from

my afternoon nap , and somehow my penis got hard. Missing my wife, I got up to urinate. I

grabbed the urinal, took off my hospital pants, and sat on the edge of the bed to urinate. Before I finished, Yali came in. At that moment,

I was a little flustered and quickly pulled up my pants, only to wet them.

Yali was embarrassed and turned away. After a while, she came back and saw me trying to hide my wet pants. She chuckled and said, "Uncle

Long, look at you, your pants are wet. Take them off quickly, I'll take them out to wash them for you." Yali advised. "Sigh…

I'm old, useless now," I chuckled awkwardly. I slowly took off my pants (this old man

didn't wear underwear when he was hospitalized). At this moment, my penis was still throbbing, and being in front of a young and beautiful

woman me even more nervous. My penis tensed up and sprang out, even more brownish-red. Ari, of course,

didn't dare look me in the eye; she turned her face

away. But I saw in the mirror by the bed that Ari unconsciously glanced at my penis a few times, her face flushing. I handed her my pants, which she quickly took and went out. A little while later, she came back with a

clean . I climbed out of bed and put on my pants next to her, just like before. She, too, remained turned to the side,

listlessly touching the foot of the bed. After that, she didn't leave my room but continued chatting with me. That

was the end of it. Another time, I was on an IV drip all day, at least four or five hours. During that time, I desperately needed

to urinate , and after waiting a long time, Ari came in to see if I had finished the second bottle so she could help me change to the third. When I saw

her, I hurriedly called her over. I said apologetically, "Ari, I can't hold it anymore, I need to go to the bathroom."

I was about to get up. "Uncle Long, you can't use your hand too hard, and you can't move it. Besides, the bathroom is at the other end of the corridor,

it's far away." "I'm really in a hurry,"

I didn't care about anything else at that moment, so I came up with a wicked idea. "How about you help me, use the chamber pot under the bed.

" I looked at her with a pitiful yet longing expression. She hesitated for a moment, then nodded, blushing.

She came over, and while I was on the bed, she gently pulled down my pants with her two delicate hands. My little brother was once again displayed

in front of her. She didn't say anything, nor did she dare to look at me, she just kept her head down. I started to get nervous. My

little brother hadn't been touched by a woman for many years, and I could feel it slowly getting engorged. I also nervously watched her

every move. Yali picked up the chamber pot, and carefully grasped my little brother with her right hand. Stimulated by her warm and smooth

hand, my little brother, pressing against her hand, swelled to about 20 cm long and 5 cm thick in a second.

At this moment, her face turned even redder, making her look so shy and lovely. After I finished urinating, she put down the chamber pot

and carefully helped me pull up my pants. I couldn't help but say, "I'm so sorry to have troubled you like this, thank you."

"It's nothing," she said, and then emptied the chamber pot for me. I felt so happy, and our friendship

deepened . During our conversations, I would pat her head and put my arm around her waist; she would hold my hand and nudge my shoulder—it was

a common occurrence. My son couldn't visit me often because of work, so I would tutor him in front of Yali. Soon,

my two-week hospital stay was over, and I had to leave. Yali was very unhappy that day, looking like she was about to cry. I patted her

head: "Silly child, I'm not going to die. Zhiwei, invite Yali over more often."

From then on, she often came to my house at her son's invitation. Three months after being discharged, I retired due to illness; I was exactly sixty

then . It was time to enjoy life, so I moved to a quiet villa in the suburbs.

When Yali came over, we still chatted and laughed as usual. Sometimes she seemed to ignore my son, sitting next to me and talking

incessantly . One evening, she was waiting for Zhiwei at my house. I had just finished showering, and after saying a few words to her, I went to wash

my underwear. She was bored, so she came over to see what I was doing. Seeing me squatting down washing clothes, she said, "Let me

help you," and took over washing them. She washed them carefully, turning them over and over again. After she finished, she stood in front of me...

She hung up my underwear to dry, saying with a smile, "Look how clean they are." I looked at my hands and

smiled too. Soon, another six months passed. Zhiwei was to be sent to work in the United States for two years. Afraid of losing Yali, he

told me he wanted to propose to her. Of course, I agreed. However, a week later, he said somewhat dejectedly that Yali

said she needed to think about it. Sigh, it seems my old face will have to be used. On Saturday, assuming Yali was home, I made

a surprise visit, finding my way to her dormitory according to the address she had given me. She had left her mother and two sisters in the countryside

and rented a room near the hospital by herself. It was already past ten o'clock when I arrived at her door. I knocked: "

Is anyone home?" I asked a few times. "Who is it?" "It's me, Uncle Long." Soon, Yali opened the door, wiping

her eyes as she invited me in. Then, she went to wash her face, and I sat on the armchair by the window near the door, looking around

the room. It was a single room of about ten square meters. Facing me was a bed placed horizontally, with a dressing table at the head of the bed,

which also served as a desk. To my left, next to the door, was a small bathroom. After washing her face, Ari poured me

a glass of water before sitting on the bed facing me, leaning against the wall. It was then that I noticed her attire. She was only

wearing a white tank top, her full breasts straining against it, clearly revealing two large

, grape-like nipples with dark rims. She wore thin, loose shorts. Her legs were spread about 45

degrees apart. Although the curtains were drawn, the fluorescent light made it clear what was in her crotch. She was

n't wearing underwear, and I could see sparse pubic hair at the base of her thighs through the cuffs. My little brother was naturally

excited, so I quickly covered it with my handbag. Pretending to be calm, I chatted with her about her recent situation.

Apparently , she had just finished her night shift and didn't get home until eight in the morning. But my eyes just couldn't stay still;

they kept wanting to look into her crotch. Whether she didn't notice or was just being convenient for me, she didn't try to cover herself up. Instead, she spread

one leg up, exposing her crotch even more, and I could see her genitals. I was so excited I

couldn't As I spoke, my throat felt dry, my body was burning, and my thoughts were all jumbled. I went straight to the point

and asked her, "Zhiwei proposed to you. What do you think of him?" "Well, he's a decent person, but

he's inexperienced and not very reliable." "Actually, I came here to propose marriage. I really hope you'll

agree . What do you say? For my sake, give him a chance." She didn't say anything, seemingly deep

in thought. I don't know why I blurted out, "Xiaoli, actually, I like you too." She glanced

at me but remained silent. I continued, "I felt a liking for you the moment I saw you at the hospital.

I wait for you to come home every day; I feel uneasy if I don't see you for a day. Please agree to be with Zhiwei,

let's become family." Suddenly, she stood up and went into the bathroom. Perhaps she didn't lock the

door from the inside, because it opened automatically. She was pulling down her pants when she looked at me with a slightly flustered expression.

I immediately saw her white skin and sparse brown pubic hair below her abdomen. We looked at each

other , and she didn't close the door. She just lowered her head and continued to pull down her pants, squatting down to urinate in front of me. She

didn't look at me again. Clearly, she no longer considered me an outsider. After urinating, she put her shorts back on, came over,

and sat on the armrest of my chair. I put my arm around her waist. She whispered, "Actually..." She hesitated shyly for

a moment, then suddenly wrapped her arms around my neck and continued, "Actually, I also like you, Uncle. You're a

good person, meticulous in your work, and very experienced. I've learned a lot from you. I really like you."

"Actually, I've already somewhat realized it, and I like you too, but you're only 23 this year, and I'm already 61. Such a big

age difference, how can it be? I..." I couldn't finish my sentence because, without my noticing, she

had unzipped my pants and pulled out my already hard and erect penis, holding it in her hand. She gently stroked and played with it,

her fingers teasing my scrotum. I felt waves of pleasure wash over me. "That time at the hospital, that was

the first time I touched a man's thing," she said. At this point, I could no longer suppress my desire. I immediately

pulled her onto the bed, and we rolled and kissed, finally I pressing down on top of her. Our mouths were locked in a tight

kiss, I teased her tongue with mine. She also extended her tongue and intertwined with mine. We

held each other tightly, kissing for several minutes.

I couldn't wait any longer, so I took off her vest, and she took off her shorts. She lay there naked, and I sat

beside her, admiring her beautiful body. Her skin was fair with a slight pink tinge; her breasts were high and firm, like two ripe

peaches, with two bright red nipples at the tips; her waist was slender, her hips full, and her vulva alluring—what beautiful curves!

She blushed and smiled at me. I reached out and gently squeezed her breasts, my mouth kissing and licking down her neck

, gradually reaching her breasts, finally taking her right nipple into my mouth. I flicked it with my tongue, sucked on it with my hand, and squeezed it,

as if trying to draw out some milk. She moaned softly. After sucking her right breast, I did the same with her left. And

one of my hands had reached her vulva, caressing it tenderly. I used two fingers to pry open her thick

labia , my middle finger probing the entrance of her vagina, my thumb teasing her clitoris, and my little finger gently rubbing the very bottom of her vulva. She

moaned rapidly, her legs flailing. I felt that simply licking her breasts wasn't enough, so my mouth continued downwards,

licking her smooth belly, past the sparse pubic hair, and finally reaching her vulva. Then, I used the tip of my tongue to slowly and gently lick her vulva from bottom

to top . Under my licking, her already moist vulva oozed even more fluid. Her

legs tensed, clamping my head between them, as if trying to stop me. Of course, I wouldn't let her succeed. I spread

her legs apart with both hands and began to lick her vulva even more vigorously. Finally, I took her clitoris into my mouth and sucked on it desperately.

At this moment , she couldn't help but cry out: "Uncle Long, I can't take it anymore!"

Whoosh... She ejaculated a stream of vaginal fluid. Luckily, I pulled away quickly, but the bed was soaked. I

smiled , and she looked at me shyly. "Let me deflower you now."

I quickly stripped off my clothes. I adjusted her position, then rubbed my already erect

penis against her labia to lubricate it. Then I slowly thrust it into her. "

Ouch..." Ari cried out softly. "It hurts, yours is too big, I can't take it! It hurts...it hurts...

" I looked down and realized I had taken her virginity. Her eyes were closed, and tears welled up. "Bear with it..."

Just a moment and it will be fine. "I didn't dare force it in, so I had to go in a little and back a little, finally managing

to insert my entire penis. At that moment, I felt my penis being tightly gripped by her tender vagina, which felt incredibly good. I

started to slowly thrust in and out, afraid of hurting her. She moaned in rhythm with me. How could such a speed satisfy

me? I gradually increased the speed. But she couldn't take it, moaning rapidly. Afraid of being heard by the neighbors, she grabbed

a piece of clothing and stuffed it into her mouth. Finally, she reached orgasm under my rapid onslaught. I was almost about to ejaculate too, so I

quickly pulled out my penis and finished with my hand. My semen shot onto Ari's body. We looked at each other and

smiled with satisfaction. It was already past 12 noon. We quickly took a shower and then went downstairs to

the restaurant for lunch. In the afternoon, when we returned to the dormitory, my libido rose again. At my request, we

made love again, letting Ari become familiar with my penis once more. My love for Ari made me feel guilty towards my son.

Before I left, I begged Ari to marry my son, or even just get engaged." She finally agreed to get engaged to my

son , which made me feel less ashamed as I left.

A few days later, my son happily told me that Aly had agreed to get engaged to him. Of course, I knew what was going on, but

it was still something to be happy about. After that, Aly continued to come to my house often. I was always happy to see her,

and Aly felt the same way, but whenever I was with them, I felt quite awkward and guilty. In such situations, I tried my best

to hide my true feelings. For an old hand like me, this wasn't difficult; I remained calm and talkative as usual. Under my influence

, Aly also... She acted completely uninhibited, sometimes even recklessly. Lust is

hard to control, and just a week after that, we couldn't control ourselves again. That day was her day off. In the afternoon,

I invited her to my house for dinner to discuss things between them. She arrived early; Zhiwei didn't get off work for another

hour . Her arrival was perfect; she could help me cook. We were both in high spirits and

prepared a sumptuous meal in about an hour. For the rest of the time, we sat together at the table chatting and waiting for Zhiwei to return. "

Zhiwei will be going to America in a little over a month, but you'll have to wait two more years to become my wife. It's really tough on you. By the way,

did Zhiwei ask you to sleep with him?" "No, even if he did, I wouldn't agree. I'm afraid he'll care,

and I'm afraid he'll ask questions. Let's talk about it after we're married." I felt both regretful and happy (regretful for my son,

happy for myself). Then, I affectionately patted her thigh and asked, "That's true. Oh… is everything

alright down there now?" "She then took the opportunity to act coquettishly, lightly punching my shoulder and saying in a spoiled tone, 'See for yourself whether you're

okay or not .' Then, she sat down and took off her underwear, then lifted her skirt and stood in front of me,

pouting and looking at me slyly. I was once again confronted with her beautiful little hole. 'Oh dear, my old eyes

are failing me,' I joked with her. She simply sat on the long dining table, spread her legs at a 90-degree angle, and

lifted her skirt to face me. I could see that her plump vulva was still tightly closed, so white and lovely. I

couldn't wait to reach there, gently prying open her labia, revealing her pink labia minora; her

hymen had already been broken. I used my hands to stroke her vulva carefully. She looked down at my

every move, her eyes seemingly anticipating and enjoying my caresses. I looked up and smiled

at her, saying, 'Your little hole is so beautiful, does it feel good now?'" Her face was flushed, radiating desire. She nodded

, but remained motionless like a kitten, as if afraid of disturbing my actions. "Ha, ha...

you're already so wet. I need to savor your love juice before we eat." Then, I plunged down on her.

She immediately spread her legs wider to make it easier for me to lick. Stimulated by me, she let out soft moans

. She dared not watch me ravage her anymore, covering my head with her skirt, pressing her hands against the back of my head, completely

absorbed in the pleasure. Her ever-increasing love juice aroused my desire. I suddenly picked her up, carried her

to the sofa, and quickly unzipped my pants, pulled out my penis, and rubbed it against her vulva. She

lay on the sofa, powerless to resist. With a forceful thrust, my entire penis slid into her vagina.

What an exquisite moment! She gritted her teeth to resist my fatal blow. My hands weren't idle; I reached out and

unbuttoned her blouse. I no longer cared about unhooking her bra; my hands moved upwards from below, grabbing her breasts and

kneading them. Perhaps due to the intense pressure, she immediately unhooked her bra, her hands now free,

kneading, grabbing, and pinching—using every method imaginable. Just as we were merging, suddenly, "ding-dong, ding-dong," the doorbell

rang . "Oh no, Zhiwei's back." I quickly pulled out my penis and shoved it into my pants, zipping them up. Yali was panicked and at

a loss. "Quick, quick, hide in the bathroom!" "After I reminded her, she clutched her chest and ran to

the bathroom . I got up and headed towards the door when I spotted Ari's underwear still on the chair next to the dining table. I

immediately picked it up and stuffed it into my pocket. What a close call! 'Coming!' I looked through the doorway and sure enough, it was Zhiwei.

I opened the door, but my little brother was still angry and had to block the doorway when I opened it. 'You're only just getting back now? Ari

is already here. '" "I followed Zhiwei, rubbing my crotch vigorously as I spoke, and my little brother finally calmed down. After a while,

Yali came out of the bathroom, her face washed with water, probably to cool down. Of course, Zhiwei had no reason to

suspect , since Yali was already a regular at our house. So we immediately sat down to eat. I sat at the head of the table,

with the two of them sitting opposite me on either side. Yali seemed a little shy; whether it was nervousness or because she

wasn't wearing I couldn't tell. I secretly stretched out

my foot and patted her foot to comfort her. Her foot responded, and she calmed down. We talked about them while we ate…

… "Sigh… Zhiwei is going to America in a month, and then I'll be all alone, so

pitiful." "Dad, don't talk about that. I'll call home often. By the way, Yali is still here; she'll visit you often

." "Yes, I come to see you every day." She looked at me tenderly. "How could I?

It's too much trouble for you to travel so far, and you still have to go to work." I said this against my will. "Well…

ah, isn't there a spare room upstairs? Yali can move in, that way she'll have company.

Yali, what do you think?" He looked at Yali apologetically. I seized the opportunity to add, "

That's true. Yali will be my wife sooner or later, so there's nothing wrong with her moving in. We have a car, I can give her a ride. "

"You can go to work and kill some time, and you won't have to block the room outside anymore, is that alright?" I awaited her answer.

"Oh..." she seemed hesitant.

Seeing this, I immediately and secretly stroked the back of her foot with my foot, as if pleading with her. She lowered her head,

couldn't help but smile slightly, and then said in a serious tone: "Alright, it's

only right for me, as a prospective daughter-in-law, to fulfill my duties to my father-in-law. I hope I won't bother you." "At this moment, everyone burst into laughter. Then they continued chatting about other things.

After dinner, Zhiwei habitually cleared the dishes. While he was busy in the kitchen, I quickly stuffed my underwear back into

Yali's ; I couldn't leave any evidence. She went into the bathroom to put her underwear back on. Afterwards, Zhiwei took her home. Just

a week before Zhiwei left, he was in a car accident. That night, his friends invited him to dinner to see him off. After

they got drunk, they went for a drive in a sports car. Who would have thought that my son would leave me like this. The pain of losing my son is indescribable

, and as a result, my stomach problems relapsed, and I was hospitalized. Fortunately, Yali took care of me. The doctor told me that I couldn't eat

spicy , and I should try to eat liquid foods. Yali listened to me. After the doctor left,

she stayed to keep me company.

I was still in the same ward as before. I missed my son and sat on the bed in a daze. When she saw me like this, she was also very

sad . She held my hand tightly and comforted me, saying, 'Uncle Long, don't be like this.'" "The dead cannot be brought back to life. You must take care of

yourself and forget about this heartbreaking thing." "Xiao Li, it's easier said than done." "Relax a little, I'll

help you forget about it." "After saying that, she unbuttoned her nurse's uniform and then unhooked her bra, revealing

her enormous breasts. Next, she took off her panties. I knew she was going to comfort me with sex. She

climbed onto the bed and straddled me in a doggy-style position. Then, she lifted her nurse's skirt to her waist,

revealing her round buttocks and her irresistible vulva. I was lying diagonally at this point. She brought her vulva to my mouth for me

to lick, while she pulled down my pants and lowered her head to suckle my not-yet-fully-erect penis

. I was so grateful to her, so I did my best to lick her vulva, licking away her juices. Her dangling

breasts were like cannonballs, so cute.

I couldn't help but reach out and cup them. Her sucking felt so good on my penis, it suddenly swelled up.

Realizing the time was right, she used a lotus position to insert my penis into her vagina, continuing to stroke it

until I ejaculated." I had just left. If it weren't for Yali keeping me company, the days in the hospital would have been unbearable. Just

this day, feeling restless in my ward, I asked Yali to go for a walk with me. Before I knew it, we arrived at

the children's ward in the inpatient department, downstairs from mine. Suddenly, I was drawn by the sound of a baby crying. A young woman was holding him,

sitting on a bench in the corridor. The baby stirred up memories of Zhiwei, so I sat down diagonally opposite him and watched the little guy.

The little one must have been hungry. The woman picked up some lean meat from her bowl, chewed it until it was very soft, and then

fed it to the little one mouth-to-mouth. But the little one didn't like it and spat it out. The first time was the same, and the second time was

too . The woman had no choice but to rub her right breast, then took it out and put her nipple in the little one's

mouth. The little one instinctively began to suckle. This scene was full of maternal love, so heartwarming. Seeing this,

I couldn't help but sigh and say to myself, "If only someone would take care of me like this." "There will be someone,

someone will definitely take care of you like this." "Alyssa whispered in my ear as she stood beside me. I turned to look at her,

patted her hand, and felt incredibly comforted. After I was discharged from the hospital, Alyssa kept her promise and moved into my home.

To take better care of me, she quit her job. From then on, I began

a life . Inspired by the young woman, she went to a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner to get medicine so I could breastfeed. She also asked me to help her express milk

every two hours.

For the first few days, there was no progress, and then blood started flowing from her breasts. I was heartbroken and couldn't bear to

continue . With Alyssa's encouragement, I persevered. A week later, her breasts finally started producing milk, which made

me overjoyed. The first taste of milk was sweet and wonderful. Two weeks later, her breasts had grown into papaya-shaped

breasts, with a bust size of 39 inches. Her breasts became as red and large as a big grape, filled with

plenty of milk, enough for me to have a full meal. These large breasts certainly put a burden on her. Wearing a regular

bra was too tight, but without one, her breasts would sag. So she switched to wearing loose bras that tied at the back of her neck.

This allowed her breasts to be supported more loosely, and also made it easier for me to easily reach out and nurse, or to

touch them. Sometimes, however, her neck would get tired, and she wouldn't wear one, in which case my hands would serve as her temporary bra.

Because of her breasts, my eating habits completely changed.

I ate five meals a day: 8 am, 12 pm, 4 pm, 8 pm, and before midnight

, one meal every four hours without fail. Our eating habits also changed. We even

had sex . During meals, I sat in an armchair, and she sat on my lap, spreading her legs to take my penis into

her vagina. Our genitals were tightly joined together. I would

then take out her breasts, sometimes even untying her bra strap. I would hold her breasts in my hands and suckle them, sometimes

even taking both nipples into my mouth until they were dry. She ate most of the food on the table, but

occasionally I would ask her for some. She would chew the food and then, through kissing,

slowly push it into my mouth with her tongue. Finally, I would lick clean the fluid from her vagina

until she finished eating and cleared the table. In this way, my main food was actually her breast milk, saliva, and vaginal fluid;

I couldn't live without her. Our love was entirely expressed through sex. Ever since she moved in, we

'd have been having passionate sex every few days. When lust took hold, we didn't care where we were, as long as no one could hear

or see us ; we'd do sex, anal sex, oral sex—anything, usually lasting for hours. I don't like women

with pubic hair; I believe a woman's body is a natural beauty, flawless except for hair and eyebrows. So,

whenever I had passionate sex with Alyssa, I would secretly pluck her pubic hair until she was

completely bald. Then I made a ring from that hair and wore it on my finger. When I showed it to her, she

wasn't going to be outdone ; she plucked all my hair and made a ring too.

Now, our genitals were completely bald, which looked rather erotic. Compared to this passionate sex...

In terms of sexual intercourse, we value and prefer a long-term, close union of our genitals.

This allows us to feel each other's love continuously. Whether eating, chatting, sleeping, showering, or

using the restroom, we are always closely intertwined. Using the restroom is a challenge; we don't need to separate when defecating , and she only needs a long suction tube to drain her urine. We only separate briefly

when I urinate . A few times, I couldn't distinguish between urine and semen, and both ended up inside her uterus. To make our union even better and closer, Aly came up with an idea. She bought some very elastic fabric and made several extra-large pairs of briefs. She cut a hole in the crotch and zipped it up. When we want to maintain a long union, we put on these briefs together, so that our lower bodies are tightly pressed together, and without pubic hair, our genitals are tightly intertwined. From above , there isn't a single gap—it's perfect. When we go to the bathroom, all we need to do is unzip our pants. That way, my legs are our legs; I hold her as we walk around the house, her legs only serving to support my waist. And her hands are our hands; I simply hold her or caress any part of her body, leaving everything else to her. My darling feels warm and safe in her moist opening . And she feels fulfilled and secure. With such intense sex, five meals a day aren't enough; I often take kidney-tonifying supplements and sometimes medication. Now, let me describe our daily routine. In the morning, we wake up around 7 a.m. Aly always wakes up earlier than me because my penis gets an erection while I'm still half asleep, waking her up. She still stays with me until I'm ready to get up. But sometimes she's mischievous ; she squeezes her breast, and milk "whoosh" sprays all over my face, waking me up. Of course I punished her. I plucked a few strands of hair and poked them into her nipples, even into her urethra, stirring them inside. This made her unbearably itchy and aroused her. 　　Naturally, this sparked another great sexual struggle. After we got up, we didn't separate immediately. Instead, I carried her to wash her face, and she took care of both of us, washing our faces and brushing our teeth. Afterwards, we went back to bed, and I ate my breakfast —her breast milk. Her breasts had been full all night, and there was plenty of milk; it was extremely difficult for me to empty it all. She also helped me by rubbing my back to aid digestion. Then came the painful phase. Each time we separated, it was heartbreaking. When I pulled my penis out halfway, I couldn't bear to let it go and put it back in. Sometimes she wouldn't allow it either, and would come forward and take it into her mouth. It took a long time before we were willing to separate, by which time it was already 8 o'clock. After that, we exercised together. On sunny days, we ran outside; on bad days, we used the treadmill at home, which took about half an hour. The next few days are for Alyssa to have breakfast, and of course I keep her company. Sometimes I'll playfully force food into her mouth, inevitably leading to a verbal battle. She's a housewife now, and after breakfast, she goes to the market to buy groceries and daily necessities . I hate going to the market, so I stay home to tend to the flowers and do some tidying. She always comes back quickly to keep me company, afraid I'll worry. The afternoons are our time to go out and have fun, going shopping, seeing movies, and strolling in the park, deliberately places where we're unlikely to run into acquaintances. Outside, we're inseparable, indulging in our dating fantasies. To onlookers , we're a couple, making other men incredibly envious. After dinner, we can't wait to get our genitals together, then put on our briefs and spend the long night like that. This is our life, entirely about sex. When we go out, of course, we use a car. We can't stand the loneliness while driving . The first thing we do after getting in the car is have sex. As usual, I sat in the driver's seat, and Alyssa sat on my lap, her pussy enveloping my penis, then she hugged me until she felt comfortable before I started driving. I drove as slowly as possible, partly to avoid accidents, and partly because such a good time couldn't be delayed any longer. To prevent others from seeing what we were doing in the car, I replaced the windshield with a silver-white reflective one. Now, the car became our mobile sex station, my mobile food truck. Living together naturally brings a lot of fun. For example, when she was working in the kitchen, she was only wearing an apron and a bra, nothing else . Her cute little back, round buttocks, and long, beautiful legs were exposed—so sexy and alluring. Seeing this aroused , so I secretly slipped between her legs and launched a surprise attack on her honeypot with my mouth. This lick immediately made her heart flutter, and her legs went weak. She had no choice but to stop, holding onto the edge of the sink, opening her legs and letting me lick her until I would stop. Another time, a small misunderstanding occurred. That day, she took an unusually long time to buy groceries, almost an hour longer than usual . I was so anxious, my mind racing with all sorts of wild thoughts, terrified that someone else would steal her away. When she came back and walked in, I suddenly pinned her against the wall, lifted her skirt, tore off her panties, and immediately thrust my erect penis deep into her vagina, instinctively testing whether she had been fooling around with someone else. Her poor vagina hadn't even had a chance to become wet yet , and she clung tightly to my head in pain, but bravely remained silent. She raised one leg to make it easier to enter and to ease the pain. "Where did you go? You were gone for so long! I was so worried!" "I'm sorry, I ran into a female colleague and chatted with her for a while. I'm so sorry for making you worry." I knew I was wrong, but I still maintained a stern face. I took her back to bed. She probably guessed I was going to punish her, so she obediently took off clothes, lay on the bed with her legs spread, her eyes full of apology. I picked up a needle, parted her labia majora , and tattooed the words "Long Moumou's Beloved" on them. I felt terrible, but I was afraid she would fall for someone else, so I came up with this method to make her remember me all the time. This caused her so much pain that she burst into tears. After I finished, my heart was broken. I held her tightly, wiping away her tears as I said, "I'm sorry, I missed you so much. I hope you will always remember me." "Everything I have already belongs to you alone. No matter how you treat me, how you play with me, I will accept it willingly." 　　From then on, we were inseparable, going everywhere together and rarely separated. Here are a few things want to clarify. First, living expenses. Our expenses were not high, just daily necessities such as supplements, cosmetics, entertainment expenses, and household expenses sent home by Yali. My pension, bank savings, and my son 's insurance payout were enough to cover these. Second, Yali's contraception. We discussed it before she moved in . She had a contraceptive procedure, which involved implanting two thin, short tubes under the skin of her arm. These tubes would inhibit a certain type of contraception.

The endocrine system helps prevent pregnancy (everyone knows what an endocrine system is). It's effective for about a year.

Thirdly, there's the issue of hygiene. She's a nurse, so of course she's careful. She makes me wash my hands with alcohol every day, and she

does the same for me. That way, we can play safely and happily. Time flies when you're having fun, and three months passed quickly…

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