The master craftsman in the factory

Work came in at the factory, and we went back to work, but the work only lasted a few days, and everyone was idle again.
Every two days, we'd participate in a parade or a study session. We got paid on time, so we wouldn't starve.
The foreman really did come back; the Party Secretary kept his word, and I admired him. But now that the foreman was home, the Party Secretary couldn't eat cornbread anymore, so I couldn't run away. Every two days at most, the Party Secretary would give me some 'fuss,' making me a little afraid to see him. But if I didn't see him for two or three days, I'd miss him terribly.
I didn't know what to do.
One day, after work, I ran into the square-faced man on the street. He saw my face turn red, and I guessed he was waiting for me; it wasn't a chance encounter.
We walked together. Being with him always gave me a sense of ease, a feeling of being protected. The streets were still chaotic, with protesters running around. I walked side by side with him, his heavy bicycle between us.
I went to his house and prepared a hot meal for the child. The child ate happily; he was very considerate, seemingly making room for us on purpose. After finishing, he said goodbye and ran off.
The square-faced man made me tea, helped me wash the dishes, and tidied the kitchen.
He followed me around for a while without saying a word, but I sensed he wanted to say something.
After we finished, I held my teacup, looked at him, and the square-faced man's face turned red. He stammered for a long time before saying, "The child said he really likes your cooking."
I laughed and said, "Then I'll come and cook for the child whenever I have time. You're my benefactor; this is nothing. My two daughters can cook for themselves."
The square-faced man turned even redder and said, "What I mean is, yes, could we perhaps live together for a while…?"
I was stunned. I knew he would say this sooner or later, but I never knew how to answer him.
Seeing that I didn't speak, the square-faced man thought I was unwilling and said in a low voice, "If you don't want to, just pretend I didn't say anything..."
I stammered for a while and said, "How about we give it a try? We're getting old, and we can't change many of our bad habits. If we can get along, then let's get together. If not, we can still be friends..."
Seeing that I had given in, the square-faced man became happy and said with a smile, "I don't have any major problems, I just like to have a drink or two.
I'll listen to you from now on."
I nodded with a smile.
From then on, I often went between the two families, and I also took better care of the square-faced man's child, making his little face chubby.
The square-faced man would just grin foolishly whenever he saw me, and I gradually grew to like him. He was a very sincere and simple man.
My relationship with the Party Secretary didn't stop; in fact, it became more frequent. Subconsciously, I felt that if things really started going well with the square-faced guy, I'd have to cut ties with the Party Secretary. And if I did, I'd be a little reluctant to let go. So the closer I got to the square-faced guy, the more frequently I saw the Party Secretary. Before, it was always the Party Secretary who would call me, but now, a few times, I was the one who initiated contact with him.
My two daughters knew I had this potential boyfriend and were quite happy. The children still wanted a father. They hadn't officially met yet, and I planned to find an opportunity for them
to meet the square-faced guy. One day after work, I stopped by the square-faced guy's house. The children weren't home. I prepared a few simple dishes. The square-faced guy was quite happy, opened a bottle of Hengshui liquor, and asked me to have a couple of drinks with him. It was one
of the few times we ate alone without the children, and I was quite happy, wanting to discuss our future with him.
The square-faced guy could really drink; he downed a glass in one go, and the 60-proof liquor was like water to him. I drank one with him, and it was so spicy that my nose and eyes were running.
With the side dishes I made, the square-faced man downed half a bottle in no time, his face flushed and his tongue lolling out.
I was a little angry and snatched the bottle from him, not letting him drink anymore. The square-faced man wanted more, playfully trying to wrest the bottle from me. I couldn't get the bottle back, and he pulled me into his arms. Fueled by the alcohol, he boldly embraced me.
I thought to myself that this day would come sooner or later, so I simply hugged the bottle and leaned against him
. The square-faced man held me close, our faces getting closer and closer until we finally kissed.
He took the bottle, put it on the table, and held me tightly.
We clung to each other.
Gradually, we moved towards the bed.
When we reached the bedside, we fell down on the bed in each other's arms, and the square-faced man's large hand reached inside my clothes, kneading one of my breasts through my bra.
I was quickly overwhelmed by his caresses, collapsing onto the bed. The square-faced man's trembling hands unbuttoned my clothes and sucked on one of my nipples.
I comfortably held his head, like feeding a child, letting him suckle my nipple.
The square-faced man's hands weren't idle; he explored and found my belt, then unzipped it. His hand slipped inside. Unlike the secretary, he wasn't rough; instead of forcefully digging in, he gently pressed at the entrance. I thought he was quite gentle, and I was pleased.
He pressed at the vaginal opening for a while, then moved his fingers up, gently rubbing my urethra, making me feel sore and uncomfortable.
I assumed he didn't understand women's bodies and didn't pay him any attention, letting him touch me as he pleased.
After a while, I felt something was wrong. He actually opened my urethra a little and probed inside with his fingers. This not only hurt but also made me feel sore and swollen. I gently stopped him, saying, "Don't go in there, go a little lower."
The square-faced man obediently withdrew from my urethra and inserted his fingers into my vagina, gently probing.
I lay comfortably, enjoying the square-faced man's mouth and fingers. He felt his hands were too cramped and told me to take off my pants. I obediently pulled them down, slightly spreading my legs so he could caress and tease my body.
His fingers, wet inside my vagina, slid backward, lightly touching my anus, pushing inward.
I gently relaxed my anus, and his fingers slid in. I felt a tightness, but it was bearable. His arms trembled as his fingers moved in and out of my anus. After he'd had
his fill, he whispered, "Give me your body?"
I closed my eyes, nodded, and spread my legs, ready to receive him.
The square-faced man pulled down his pants, grabbed a bottle of liquor, and gulped down several mouthfuls. Burping, he pounced on me, his thick, hot member thrusting straight between my legs. I shifted my hips to align him, and with a thrust, his penis entered me. The heat of his cock sent shivers of pleasure through me.
I was secretly delighted; with this, I wouldn't have to suffer these past few years.
The square-faced man lay on top of me, his penis moving in and out. I squinted my eyes in pleasure. After a few dozen thrusts, he gently said, "Let's change positions, from behind."
I obediently got up, kneeling on the bed with my buttocks raised. He penetrated
me from between my buttocks. This position allowed for deep penetration, which felt incredibly good, and my juices flowed freely again. While thrusting, he also used his fingers to probe my anus. Although I felt some aversion, the pleasure in my vagina made me ignore him.
The square-faced man climbed onto my back and pleaded, "Hey sis, give me your back door too?"
I was a little reluctant, but his tone softened me, and I nodded, saying, "It's all yours, but be gentle."
The square-faced man happily got up, aimed his penis at my anus, and I gritted my teeth, waiting nervously.
The man with the square face was gentle with my vagina, but very rough with my anus, pushing hard and forcing it in. The pain sent shivers down my spine; my anus felt like it was being torn apart, burning with pain. Before I could even cry out, he pressed down and thrust inside. This time, the pain almost made me faint; my chest spasmed. I grabbed the sheets, pressed my face against the bed, and bit down on the pillowcase, trying to endure the agony.
He seemed very excited, pressing my buttocks with both hands, pushing my anus out more, and thrusting his penis in and out forcefully. The pain intensified, especially with each pull-out; it felt like being torn apart, as if multiple wounds were being rubbed together.
I couldn't take it anymore; sweat and tears streamed down my face. The square-faced man seemed oblivious, thrusting relentlessly, even gulping down mouthfuls of Hengshui water after a few thrusts…
I tried to endure it, but it hurt too much. My body was soaked in sweat, and I couldn't take it anymore. I loosened my grip on the pillowcase, waving my hand to push him away forcefully. The square-faced man, however, looked excited, hugging me and saying, "Girl, that feels so good, so good.
" I forced a smile and said, "That's good, that's good."
I wanted to wipe him clean so he could penetrate my vagina, but after wiping his penis clean, the square-faced man hugged me and chuckled, saying, "You gave me your back, now give me your front too, okay?"
I was stunned, thinking, "You've already penetrated my vagina?" I didn't understand what he meant. Seeing that I didn't speak, the square-faced man pushed me down onto the bed, spreading my thighs apart. I thought, "I won't do anal, you can do whatever you want with my front." I spread my legs wide, and the square-faced man placed his penis between my labia, sliding it up and down. I waited for the feeling of him entering, but after a few slides, the square-faced man suddenly shoved the head of his penis against my urethra, forcing it in.
I was shocked and jumped up, pushing him away. "How can you go in there?" 　　I exclaimed.
The square-faced man, his head fuzzy with alcohol, slurred, "They're all holes, they can all go in..." I thought, "Can you even poke in the urethra?" Was I just ignorant, or was this square-faced man something wrong with me? 　　I pushed him away, preventing him from pushing, and asked, "Have you ever poked in here?" 　　The square-faced man grinned and said, "Xiuzhi poked me, she's the mother of my child, I've been inside all her holes." 　　I collapsed back onto the bed, thinking, "If he can really poke in, let him poke in, I'm all his now anyway. 　　" Seeing I didn't resist, the square-faced man tried to push in, but he couldn't get in at all. It made me feel sore and weak, but not uncomfortable. 　　Looking at the square-faced man's anxious expression, I found it quite amusing. Such a small hole, barely bigger than a grain of rice, how could his big thing fit in? 　　The square-faced man poked and prodded for ages, unable to find the entrance. Frustrated, he reached in with his middle finger, found my urethra, and forcefully dug it in, inserting half a knuckle. The pain made me jump up; it was worse than giving birth to my first child. 　　He flicked his finger inside my urethra, his nail scratching and tearing the opening. The pain made me clutch my groin, kneeling on the bed, unable to scream. 　　He just chuckled and asked what was wrong. I was in too much pain to speak. 　　He put his arm around my shoulder and said, "What's wrong? What's wrong, wife of the child, Xiuzhi? What's wrong?" 　　Hearing him call his ex-wife's name instantly enraged me. Looking up at his dazed face, I slapped him hard across the face and yelled, "You bastard! You ignore the proper way and just blindly wander off! Your wife told you to leave, go find your wife!" 　　I jumped out of bed, enduring the pain, pulled on my pants, pushed open the door, and staggered out of the square-faced man's house. The image of this man in my mind had completely collapsed. He seemed so honest and unassuming, yet his sexual behavior was so perverse. 　　I fled from his house back home. 　　For several days in a row, I not only had blood in my stool, but also blood in my urine. I went to the hospital and got some tetracycline, which took several days to recover. 　　From then on, I never dared to see the square-faced man again. He came to see me a few times, and I politely exchanged a few words before leaving. 　　Knowing I wouldn't be with him anymore, he tried a few times but gave up. 　　I told the Party Secretary what happened, but he didn't understand either. He said it wasn't that the urethra couldn't be penetrated, but once it was, the woman's body would be ruined, and she wouldn't be able to hold her urine. I cursed inwardly, thinking that this square-faced man might have killed his wife because of his strange ideas. 　　Without a man to think about, I felt relieved. Having the Party Secretary's thing, I could accept it. 　　A major national event occurred; our leader passed away… 　　Amidst our grief, we still had to complete the task directly assigned to us by the Central Committee: to produce a batch of special woodenware. 　　The Revolutionary Committee attached great importance to this work, sending many leaders along. 　　Because we needed some special pine wood from our local area, the factory had run out of raw materials. We had to go to the countryside to haul timber. 　　Since the place where this pine wood was produced wasn't too far from my hometown, the Party Secretary asked me to go with him to haul the wood. I could also visit my hometown while I was there. 　　The journey was smooth until we reached the forest farm, where the truck broke down. Everyone was busy with political activities every day, and the truck hadn't been maintained in a long time; it broke down at the forest farm gate. 　　There were two people at the forest farm who came out to take a look, but they couldn't do anything; there wasn't a repair shop for miles around. The driver was also helpless. 　　The forest farm employees knew the purpose of this batch of timber and were terrified, knowing the weight of their responsibility. One employee stayed with me, while the other drove a horse-drawn cart to take the driver to buy auto parts. 　　The remaining worker took me into the mountains to select pine trees for felling. I picked a few trees, and the worker went to call people to cut them down. 　　A few young men came and easily felled the tree, removed the branches, and dragged it into the ditch to soak. 　　Once they were done, they all ran off, except for one who stayed, tidying up the branches. I watched from a distance. He must have been hot from the heat; he took off his shirt and was working shirtless. 　　The foreman came over to give me water and, looking at the young man, said, "That's a good kid, he never holds back when he works. But his brother was a scoundrel; he was executed a couple of years ago." 　　Hearing this, I almost dropped my water bowl. I took a couple of sips, put the bowl down, and told the foreman, "I'll go pick out a few thin branches; they might come in handy." 　　The foreman pointed to the young man and said, "Then go find him. Take whichever section you like." 　　I walked towards the young man, my heart pounding. 　　I approached the young man. He was incredibly handsome, with a slender waist, broad shoulders, full chest muscles, and bronze skin covered in fine beads of sweat that gleamed in the sunlight. 　　I looked closely and recognized him as the younger brother of Zhu Zi, the boy I had fed wontons to years ago. Over the years, the boy had grown up, his face even more resembling Zhu Zi on the execution cart. 　　Looking at him, I thought of his brother. Regardless of whether it was because of me or not, I felt Zhu Zi's death was somehow connected to me. 　　The young man looked up, saw me, and instantly recognized me. He dropped his axe, jumped over, and grabbed my hand, saying, "Sister, is it really you?" 　　I laughed and said, "Oh dear, my finger is broken! Let go quickly..." 　　The young man quickly released me, smiling at me, his pearly white teeth dazzling me. 　　I picked at a thin tree trunk, and the young man quickly gathered it up for me. 　　We bundled it up and carried it to the ditch to soak. 　　The young man was very happy to see me and accompanied me back to the house in the forest farm. The old man who stayed behind saw that we knew each other, and I explained that he was my cousin and that we hadn't seen each other for a long time.

The driver was quite happy too. That evening, before heading home, he left us some food, and the young man kept me company while I waited for the driver.
It turned out the young man had come back from town and started working at the forest farm. Here, no one bothered him, and his hard work and diligence had made him a full-time employee.
I was happy for him too. He got me some wild game from the forest farm and even shared a couple of glasses of corn wine with me. He said I hadn't changed a bit since he first met me, and he recognized me immediately.
I was also happy to see this young man grow up.
After dinner, we sat by the woods enjoying the cool air when the young man suddenly asked me, "Sister, you said you knew my brother, is that true?
How did you meet my brother?"
I was stunned, looking at the young man, unsure what to say.
He didn't understand my thoughts and kept pressing me for an answer. I sighed, unable to find a solution, and told him the whole story.
The young man was stunned, staring at me blankly for a long time before finally saying, "My brother bullied you, and you still helped me..."
I said, "You're not a bad person. I don't think your brother is inherently bad either; it's just that old pig isn't a good guy..."
The young man said fiercely, "Yes, my brother learned bad things from him inside. My brother was caught and executed, and that guy is still on the run. I'll catch him one day and avenge my brother!"
There were many mosquitoes by the ditch that night. I planned to go back to the cabin to rest, but the young man accompanied me down the ditch. The mosquitoes buzzed like bombers chasing after me, so I quickened my pace. The young man took off his jacket to help me swat away the mosquitoes. Looking at his body in the setting sun, my heart pounded.
I had planned to go home, and I had even worn a pair of slightly heeled cloth shoes. Walking uphill was tiring, and with the mosquitoes, I was hurrying to avoid them. After crossing a slope, I slipped and fell, twisting my ankle.
The young man was getting anxious. I pulled up my pants to check; thankfully, I hadn't broken any bones, but my ankle was a bit sore and I couldn't walk.
He looked at me and said, "Sister, why don't I carry you down?"
I had no choice but to agree.
The young man wiped the sweat and dust off his clothes with his jacket, squatted down in front of me, and I climbed onto his back. He bent down, stood up, hugged my thighs, gave a little shake, and I was on his back, my arms around his neck.
He started walking easily.
I laughed, "Little brother, you're really strong! Carrying me is like carrying nothing at all!"
He laughed and said, "Last time a Revolutionary Committee leader came, he was as fat as a pig, and he twisted his ankle too. I carried him down the mountain just the same. You don't even weigh half as much as him, sister."
We chatted and laughed as we walked down. After crossing a ridge, the young man turned around and said, "Sister, the road is uneven, hold on tight."
I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, my chest pressed firmly against his back. His back was soaked with sweat, and I could feel the warmth of his body against my skin.
When we crossed the ridge, he lifted me up, and I gripped his waist tightly. As we descended, he deliberately bent over, sticking his buttocks up, so I could ride on his back.
But this time, my legs were spread wide, my lower abdomen pressed against his back, and I could feel the damp heat of his back through my thin pants. My crotch also felt damp and hot… My
face flushed red, and his scent became stronger, filling my nostrils. I couldn't help but hug his neck even tighter.
Back at the cabin at the foot of the mountain, he put me down. His light-colored pants were already damp in the crotch area, the color noticeably darker. I quickly squeezed my legs together and sat down.
He told me to rest and ran to fetch a large basin of cool mountain stream water for me to soak my feet, a kind of ice compress.
I pulled up my trouser leg, trying to lift my feet to take off my shoes and socks, but I couldn't muster the strength. The young man told me not to move, squatted down in front of me, helped me take off my shoes and socks,
and then gently placed my feet in the water. My face flushed and my heart raced again when he held my feet in his hands. I even paused for a few seconds as he lowered them into the water, letting them linger there a few seconds longer.
Soaking in the cool water, my ankles felt much better. The young man ran around, covered in sweat, and grabbed a towel to dry himself. Looking at his body, I felt a ticklish sensation.
After my feet had soaked enough, the young man helped me take them out and was about to use the towel to dry them when I quickly pulled away, saying, "I use this towel to dry my body, not my feet!"
The young man was taken aback. Seeing his nervousness, I said, "My feet are dirty. You use this towel to dry your body; it won't be clean if you use it on my feet
." The young man laughed, held my feet, and dried them with the towel, saying, "Sister, you're always perfectly clean in my mind. Don't worry about my dirty towel."
I laughed too.
The young man said, "Sis, your foot is still a bit swollen. Why don't you just sit on the bed and rest? It'll heal faster. Just tell me what you need."
I nodded and said, "I don't want to sleep. You keep me company and chat..."
The young man laughed and said, "Okay, I've been thinking about you every day since last time. Now that we've met, let's have a good chat."
But after saying that, we both fell silent. The only connection between us was his brother, and we had that kind of relationship. We both felt awkward.
After a while, the young man said sullenly, "Sis, do you still hate my brother?"
To be honest, I really did hate him a little, but this young man made it impossible for me to be ruthless towards Zhu Zi.
I shook my head and said, "It's all in the past. There's nothing to hate." The young man said with some resentment, "I didn't even blame him at first. It was Lao Zhu who led him astray, but I know he bullied you, so I started to hate him a little." My heart 　　skipped
a beat. I didn't want this boy to hate his brother, so I tried to coax him with words. I said, "Your brother was just like you back then, a young boy who couldn't control himself. It's understandable." The young man panted for a while, seemingly sulking with his brother. 　　I deliberately changed the subject and asked him about his work here. The young man told me excitedly, and I was quite happy to hear it. 　　I said everything was good here, except there weren't any girls. You're a grown man now, you should get a girlfriend. 　　The young man laughed and said, "Someone from the village down below introduced me to some, but I didn't like any of them." 　　I laughed and said, "You're still picky? What kind of girl do you want? " 　　The young man laughed and said, "I just want someone like you, kind-hearted and beautiful!" 　　I laughed out loud: "I'm an old lady now, what's so beautiful about me..." 　　The young man said, "When I first saw you, I thought you were very beautiful." 　　I laughed and said, "You thought your wontons were beautiful, right?" 　　The young man laughed, "Those wontons were the best I've ever eaten..." 　　As we chatted, I drank quite a bit of "mountain tea"—actually, it wasn't tea water, but water infused with mountain cogon grass roots. It's a diuretic, and I drank several bowls; it was sweet and delicious, but now I needed to pee. 　　I tried to put my shoes on, but the moment my foot touched the ground, it stung like needles. I 　　cried out and almost fell. The young man quickly helped me up, saying, "Sister, just tell me what you need, don't move." 　　I laughed and said, "You can't help me with this, I need to pee." 　　The young man blushed, helped me up, scratched his head, and said, "Sister, it's not convenient for you to go out, just pee in the basin, I'll empty it for you."

I said, "You even have chamber pots here? Anyone can pee anywhere on the mountain, who's going to watch?"
The young man laughed and said, "It's too cold in winter, I don't want to go outside, so I just pee in the pot."
As he spoke, he dragged a wooden basin from under the bed and placed it in front of me. The young man wanted to go out, but I tried to stand up on one leg, gesturing, but I couldn't pee like that. Standing on one leg, without anything to hold onto, how could I pee?
The young man fell at the doorway, and I quickly called out to him, "Brother, this won't work either." The young man turned around, scratching his head as he looked at me.
I was in a hurry to pee and said to him, "Brother, you need to help me to pee."
The young man had no choice but to come back and help me up. I
reached for my belt and saw that the young man's eyes were tightly closed, which I found amusing. My pants were pulled down to my legs, and the young man, supporting and carrying me, got me onto the chamber pot. I braced myself on one leg, holding tightly to the young man's hands, and squatted down on the pot. I laughed and joked, "I'm peeing now, don't peek!"
The young man's face was redder than the campfire in the room. He whispered, "Sister, I won't look, I won't look..." He not only kept his eyes closed but also twisted his face to one side. He was even more nervous than me.
I squatted down, and my urine sprayed out, making a loud splash into the basin. I felt a little embarrassed. I looked up and saw
that right above my head was the young man's crotch. His pants were very loose, and with the sound of my urine, something stood straight up in his crotch, creating a tent in front of his stomach... The tent was right in front of me. The leg I was supporting instantly went weak, and I almost fell into the basin. The young man quickly pulled me back, his eyes opening as he stared intently at my white buttocks.
I quickly braced myself, and the tent's support was no longer flat but tilted upwards.
My face turned red too. Seeing the young man looking at me, I quickly said, "Don't look, don't look."
The young man pulled me closer, then closed his eyes again, saying, "I won't look, I won't look..."
I pulled him by the hand, and helped him up from the wooden bed. His face was only half a foot away from mine, his eyes tightly shut, his long eyelashes trembling violently.
I was already panicking. Looking at his face, I couldn't help but mutter, "Brother, don't look..."
The young man also muttered, "I won't look, I won't look..."
I smelled his scent, holding his strong hand, and completely lost control of myself. I suddenly hugged him tightly, pressing my face against his chest, saying, "Little brother, open your eyes, let me show you..."
The young man was also dizzy, clinging to me, refusing to open his eyes.
My face rubbed against his thick chest muscles, and a small, red nipple on his left breast actually hardened.
I don't know where I got the courage, but I leaned over and licked his nipple with my tongue. It tasted salty, and he was sweating a lot…
The young man shuddered from the stimulation and hugged me tightly, making it hard for me to breathe.
I looked down and saw his penis, a bulge of fabric, standing erect. I couldn't resist and reached out to grab it. Even through his pants, it felt hot to the touch, and a warm flow trickled down my inner thigh.
I hugged the young man, my voice trembling, and said, "Brother, I like you, I want you, okay?"
The young man trembled even more and said, "Sister, really? Don't lie to me…"
I gripped his penis tightly and said, "I've already got your treasure, why would I lie to you?"
The young man said in a trembling voice, "Sister, sister, I want to see you…"
I said, "If you want to see, open your eyes, I'm right in front of you…"
The young man opened his eyes, looked at me, and said, "Sister, am I dreaming?"
I laughed and said, "Of course not, or should I pinch you?"
The young man said, "Pinch, pinch, sister, pinch me, see if I'm dreaming?"
I put one arm around his body to maintain my balance, and in my free hand was his penis. I gently pinched it with my fingertips and laughed, "Does it hurt? Are you dreaming?"
The young man trembled from my pinch and said, "It doesn't hurt, sister, it doesn't hurt..."
The young man looked at my face and said, "Sister, I... want to see you..."
I smiled and said, "But you see it, don't you? "
The young man said, "No... I want..."
I smiled and said, "Want to see sister's body?"
The young man nodded vigorously, looking at my expression nervously...
I let go of him, sat on the edge of the bed, slowly lay down, and pulled my legs out of my loose pants.
I closed my eyes and said, "Brother, sister is right here, look however you want."
I was still wearing underwear up to my knees, and my lower abdomen was completely naked in front of the young man. The young man swallowed hard... staring straight at my pubic hair.
I glanced at him; the young man's face was contorted with embarrassment, covered in sweat, his left hand spread wide at his side, his right hand tightly gripping his manhood…
I whispered, "Hey, haven't you ever seen a woman's body before?"
The young man shook his head, his eyes ignoring my crotch…
I said, "I'll show you properly, help me take off my underwear."
The young man quickly squatted down and helped me take off my underwear. I spread my legs, showing him my genitals. The young man stared at my genitals, his eyes completely fixed. I laughed and asked, "What, really never seen one before?"
The young man didn't answer, just shook his head.
I reached out and touched my clitoris, asking him, "Is it pretty? Is it what you expected?
" The young man swallowed hard and said, "Pretty, pretty…"
I laughed, "Pretty what? I'm old now. You should marry a young girl, that would be much prettier."
The young man trembled a few times and said, "Sister, I'm not old, I'm beautiful..."
I was about to tease him a bit when he suddenly shuddered violently, flailing his arms and legs. I looked down and saw a wet patch on the top of his erect penis—he'd wet himself...
I quickly straightened up. The young man bent over, trying to cover his crotch. I pulled him and said, "Sister showed you, now show me."
He tried to dodge, but I pulled him close. I touched the wet patch on the tent and said, "What's wrong? Did you pee?
Show me?"
The young man trembled and let go. I unbuckled his belt and gently pulled down his loose pants and underwear. His erect penis was still sticky and smelled fishy.
I reached out and touched it. The young man whispered, "Sister, I'm going to wash it..."
I laughed, "Wash what? Silly boy, this is all good stuff."
The young man stood next to me and ejaculated once; his penis didn't soften at all.
I pulled it closer, brought it to my mouth, and licked it with my tongue. The young man shuddered again.
I thought to myself, "This kid is too sensitive."
Looking at his bright red little head, glistening, I liked it more and more. I couldn't care less anymore; I opened my mouth and took it in.
The young man groaned softly
in pleasure. I bent over, holding the young man's buttocks, and deeply swallowed it. It tasted salty and fishy, but it was the most delicious thing I'd ever tasted. My saliva covered the entire penis. When I let go, it felt like it was springy, pressed tightly against his stomach, and his testicles were fully exposed.
I couldn't resist sticking out my tongue and licking it. His two testicles jiggled. I opened my mouth wide, took one in, and the young man chuckled, stimulated. I reached back with both hands; his buttocks were clenched tightly, like two rocks.
My tongue moved down, licking the soft vein behind his testicles. After a few strokes, the young man howled, and a thick stream of fluid sprayed all over my head, startling both of us.
My head was covered in his pungent smell.
I couldn't hold back any longer. I lay back, pulling the young man onto me. He was also incredibly excited, his penis throbbing between my legs.
I reached out and guided it, and he thrust in immediately. The heat was so intense that I couldn't control myself either, and streams of fluid gushed out.
The young man's penis reached my cervix on the first thrust, almost tearing it open. I trembled all over. The young man seemed nervous. I reached out and hugged him, and he thrust even deeper. I let out a long breath, clamping my legs around his waist, lifting my buttocks off the bed, leaving no gap between us. You
don't need to be taught how to fuck a woman. As I recovered, the young man slowly began to try thrusting. His penis, the veins seemed hard, rubbing and tearing at the flesh of my vaginal walls. After just a few thrusts, I spasmed, clutching myself, my body stiff. My vaginal fluid dripped from his testicles onto my buttocks, then onto the floor below…
The young man couldn't grasp my state and was too nervous to move. I whispered, "Brother, please, move a little."
The young man asked anxiously, "Sister, are you in pain?"
I said, "It feels so good, so good... Move faster, the more you move, the more good it feels..."
The young man started thrusting harder, and I raised my buttocks high to meet his thrusts. He was still a bit inexperienced, and after about 40 or 50 thrusts, he ejaculated again.
The amount was less, but it was still scalding hot.
He ejaculated three times in a row, and then he was exhausted and collapsed in my arms. I held him tightly
. We embraced each other.
I felt extremely good, and the thing inside me was still throbbing intensely. I didn't dare to move.
After embracing for a while, his penis finally softened. I held him tightly, not wanting to let go.
I whispered, "Brother, is this your first time being intimate with a woman?"
He shook his head and said, "No, many times, always with you/I was stunned and asked him what happened."
He said, "I often dream about you. At first, it was eating wontons with you, and later it was just you..."
I laughed and said, "Then will something come out of the bed?"
He nodded and buried his face in my chest.
We embraced tightly.
We didn't part until very late. The young man mixed hot water from the campfire with cold water and used it to wipe me down.
Not knowing when the driver would return, the young man slept outside, and I, exhausted, also drifted off to sleep.
In the morning, the driver finally returned, replaced the parts, and loaded the wood onto the truck.
I gave the young man my home address, and we set off back to the city.
Back home, production proceeded smoothly, and our goods were transported to Beijing…
Suddenly, production tasks increased, and the woodworking factory became much busier again.
Then came the news of the downfall of the Gang of Four, and everyone held continuous parades and celebrations for several months.
The final chapter? The principal?
Production and the school resumed. The two girls, who had missed several years of school, returned and studied enthusiastically. They were already quite old compared to their classmates; many children in their grade didn't return to school but went to work.
Many small woodworking factories opened, and our business was significantly taken away. Later, work became increasingly scarce, and the factory almost couldn't even pay wages.
The Party Secretary was running around collecting orders, but our factory had many employees and a heavy workload, so our costs were much higher than those of smaller factories. Orders were dwindling, and the Party Secretary's temper was escalating.
Many people from the factory went to smaller factories, but they were still considered state-owned enterprise employees and received decent wages. They just didn't get bonuses anymore, and the smaller factories paid even more.
My mentor's daughter also left and went to work at a factory. The factory manager tried to persuade me to go, but I refused, because I still had feelings for our factory.
One day, the Party Secretary came to my house, his face ashen. I served him carefully. Later, the Party Secretary told me: "Xiao Hui is with the owner of a small factory and is ignoring him."
I smiled and said, "She'll get married sooner or later. You've stood by her for so long; it's time to give her her freedom."
The Party Secretary said unhappily, "I've raised her for so many years; at least she should say something nice to me! But now she looks at me like I'm a dog. If I weren't so attached to her ass, I…"
I got angry too and said, "My vagina isn't as good as her ass! You've used me for so long, and you haven't even said anything nice to me!"
The Party Secretary patted my head and said, "What's wrong with it? Being with you is like eating dumplings..."
I smiled wryly and said, "Am I getting old, not as good as the younger ones?"
The Party Secretary scratched his head and said, "It's not that you're old, it's that I'm old. Being with the younger ones makes me feel young, it's a good feeling."
The Party Secretary looked at the photos of my two children on my cabinet and muttered, "Your two daughters are growing up like flowers, tsk tsk."
I hit him and said, "You can't have designs on my two kids."
The Party Secretary nodded enviously.
The older one is about to take the college entrance exam, and I'm busy every day. I try to find ways to make her healthier, but the fixed salary from the factory isn't enough.
Life is getting tighter and tighter.
In the summer, my eldest daughter took the college entrance exam, and the acceptance letter arrived—she's going to university in Beijing.
I was overjoyed, but where would I get the tuition and living expenses?
I was so worried. The Party Secretary found out and told me he would help me get some money. After all, going to school is a big deal. I was incredibly grateful.
That evening, the Party Secretary came on his bicycle with a stack of money. Before I could even count the money, a woman rushed in, snatched it from my hand, and slapped me hard across the face.
I recognized her immediately – it was the Party Secretary's wife. She started hurling insults at me. Knowing I was in the wrong, I cowered, too afraid to retaliate. My two daughters rushed to my aid. A
large crowd had gathered; I felt like committing suicide.
Suddenly, a young man in his thirties swaggered over. My daughters' eyes lit up when they saw him. He pulled out a wad of cash and handed it to me, saying it was a school reward for my eldest daughter's university admission.
With a few words, he shooed everyone away, and the Party Secretary and his wife slunk off as well.
The young man told me his surname was also Liu, and he was the principal of the two schools. I remembered seeing him at a parent-teacher conference.
He was incredibly excited about my eldest daughter getting into Beijing Agricultural University, praising her incessantly until I blushed.
He even helped me find a job at their school's factory, a promising place.
I truly didn't know how to thank this principal.
A couple of days later, I got a new job with good pay, and I was quite happy.
Peiyun will be going to Beijing in a while.
One day, the principal came to our house and treated our whole family to a meal. I had never been to this restaurant, the best one in town, before.
The two children enjoyed the meal very much.
After dinner, the principal said he would buy some clothes for Peiyun to wear to Beijing and took us to the town's department store.
The two kids held the principal's hands, one on each side, laughing and giggling. Anyone who didn't know better would think it was a father taking his two children shopping.
I was puzzled. A school principal, who manages so many students, why was he so close to my two kids? Peiyun wasn't the only one who got into university.
He bought Peiyun a lot of clothes, all quite expensive. It seemed this principal was really willing to spend money.
But when my daughter wore those clothes and shoes, she looked almost like a movie star, and I was happy to see her like that.
The principal saw a skirt suit and insisted that I try it on. I couldn't refuse, so I tried it on. It was really beautiful, but it cost over 200 yuan, which I couldn't afford.
The principal waved his hand and bought it. He also bought me a pair of leather shoes. It was the first time I had ever worn leather shoes, and they even had heels.
When I put them on and stood in front of the mirror, I felt much younger.
After buying clothes and shopping for a long time, everyone got hungry. I went home and made some late-night snacks, while Peiyun and Gaiyun went to buy beer.
The principal looked at me with a rather wicked smile, which made me feel a little uncomfortable, but I was grateful to him because it was thanks to him that my child could go to school.
The two kids seemed to be deliberately causing trouble for me, leaving me alone with the principal for a long time. The way the principal looked at me made me very nervous.
Finally, the beer was bought, and I was happy for the kids. The principal was also quite excited and drank several glasses, making me dizzy.
The two kids took me to the inner room to sleep, while they stayed with the principal for a while longer.
I drifted off to sleep.
After a while, I felt something was wrong. Someone was on top of me, and his penis was full.
My instinct was that it was the Party Secretary, so I made excuses and let him do as he pleased. But gradually, something felt wrong. This person's penis was much bigger than the Party Secretary's; there was no room left inside. It was so swollen that I felt uncomfortable.
I opened my eyes and was immediately sobered up. It was the principal on top of me.
I couldn't resist; he took advantage of me.
After it was over, I called the two children over and scolded them. Both children and the principal apologized to me, so I had no choice but to let it go.
The next day, I came home from work late and looked out the window. It seemed like the two children were talking to someone, laughing and joking.
I pushed open the door and was stunned.
Peiyun and Gaiyun were both naked, and the principal was also naked. The three of them were in a mess.
My head buzzed.
The two children quickly came over to help me and told me what had happened. Apparently, the two fatherless children were being bullied at school, and the principal had helped them a lot, so the two children and the principal...
I resigned myself to my fate.
The principal made all three of us wear new clothes. It was the first time I wore stockings, high heels, and a complete dress.
Peiyun was also dressed very beautifully, and the principal stared at her.
It's hard to say whether the principal was a good person or a bad person, but in any case, the principal played a very important role in changing Peiyun's fate.
My two daughters and I served the principal together. It was the first time I'd ever seen someone with such a huge thing; my mouth couldn't even hold it all.
Peiyun and Gaiyun licked the principal's nipples, while I licked his penis, making my mouth sore.
The principal penetrated my vagina, and it felt like it was about to tear. I told him, "Giving birth to these two children wasn't this difficult."
The principal told me he'd taken some medicine given to him by a village party secretary, which made him so big.
Having let loose in front of my two children, I didn't care about anything else.
Principal Liu also liked to use the back door; my anus was practically ripped apart. To make this benefactor feel good, I didn't care about anything else.
My two daughters also offered themselves to me; I witnessed a man having sex with both of my daughters in quick succession.
However, the principal seemed to prefer me, always ejaculating inside me.
I came to terms with it; that's just how the world is.
My children went to university, and I did well at the school's factory.
The principal came often, and my second daughter and I served him together. Gradually, I got used to his enormous thing and became completely dependent on it.
Later, my second son also went to university, studying to be a teacher, planning to return home to teach.
The principal visited less often.
One weekend, I was preparing a meal at home, as my second son would be coming back for a treat. There was a knock at the door, and my second son's voice called out.
I scolded him for his flustered manner while cheerfully opening the door.
A handsome young man stood next to my second son, who stared at him, practically drooling.
I recognized him immediately; he was Zhu Zi's younger brother, now a grown man, wearing a crisp white shirt, crisp blue trousers, and shiny black leather shoes.
My second son grinned and said, "This young man asked about our family, so I brought him."
I quickly invited him in, and the young man sweetly called me "Sister," almost melting my heart.
He carried a huge pile of mountain produce on the floor.
I told him to sit down and go to the kitchen to get the dishes. When he
came out, my second son was still staring intently at the young man, drooling. I thought to myself, "This second sister is about to become a teacher, how can she be so careless about her image?" I coughed lightly, and she snapped out of it, helping me serve the food. We
chatted after sitting down, and it turned out the young man had been accepted into police academy, studying for two years, preparing to become a forest ranger. He had come back from the provincial capital specifically to visit me.
I was very happy; this child was becoming more promising.
At the dinner table, my second sister kept piling food onto the young man's plate, making him blush. I saw this and felt quite happy; it would be a good thing if my second sister and the young man got together.
While we were eating, someone knocked on the door, calling my second sister's name. She went to open it, and it was her classmates. The two girls chattered away, secretly glancing at the young man and whispering amongst themselves, making him unsure what to do with his hands and feet.
I wanted to laugh; this child was too shy.
The two girls agreed to go to the movies, and I gave them some money and sent them away.
As the children left, Zhu Zi's younger brother stole glances at his younger brother's retreating figure a few times. I saw it too, and I thought to myself, maybe this is a good opportunity.
After the two of us finished eating, I said to the young man, "Little brother, this is my second daughter. She's studying at a teachers' college in the provincial capital and doesn't have a boyfriend yet."
Zhu Zi's younger brother didn't dare to answer. I laughed, "What, isn't my daughter pretty?
" The young man whispered, "Pretty, she looks like her sister."
I laughed, "She's my own daughter, how could she not look like her?"
The young man's face turned as red as a sheet, and he couldn't say another word.
After dinner, I went to wash the dishes.
I was washing dishes when the young man came up behind me. I turned and smiled at him, continuing to clear the table. Suddenly, he hugged me from behind, his face pressed against mine.
My heart skipped a beat. He held me tightly, his lower abdomen against my buttocks, and I could feel his erection between us.
I turned around, cupped his angular face in my hands, and whispered, "Brother, if you like Xiao Er, you can't touch your sister anymore."
He hesitated for a moment, then said, "Sister, I miss you. I missed you even more after you left."
I smiled and said, "Sister misses you too, but let me ask you, do you like my Xiao Er?"
He whispered, "Seeing her reminds me of you."
I said, "If I let you have her as your girlfriend, would you be willing?"
He mumbled for a while before saying, "Would I be willing..."
I laughed and said, "If you're willing, then let go of your sister..."
He looked at me and hugged me even tighter.
I pinched his cheek and said, "What's wrong? I'm going to be your mother-in-law, and you still won't let go?"
The young man whispered, "Sister, just let me hug you, I've missed you so much."
I let him hug me and said, "Okay, you can hug me, but not like last time. If you do that, I can't introduce Xiao Er to you."
The young man hugged me and said, "Sister, I only like Xiao Er because she looks like you."
I laughed and said, "I can't marry you either. My daughter is marrying you, and you're still not satisfied?"
The young man said, "I'm not good enough for Sister Xiao Er." I laughed and said, "You're a police officer, and Xiao Er is a teacher. You're a good match .
" The young man whispered, "Would Sister Xiao Er even like me?" I laughed and said, "My daughter, I know. As long as you're sincere, I'll accept you as my son-in-law."
The young man's face turned even redder.
I found it amusing and whispered, "Once you're my son-in-law, you have to let go, and you can't call me 'sister' anymore. You have to call me 'Mom'."
The young man was so embarrassed that he almost hid his head in his clothes.
I patted his head, and the young man nestled his head into my chest. I sighed and gently hugged him.
The young man looked up at me, and looking at his handsome face, my heart fluttered. Unable to control myself, I opened my mouth and kissed him.
The young man kissed me passionately, his hands roaming over my back, then sliding down to my buttocks, one hand grasping half of my buttocks and kneading them.
I was almost drunk, sticking out my tongue, tasting the young man's tongue and saliva, and we both kissed and moaned.
The young man's hands began to explore my belt, unbuckled it, pulled down my pants, and reached inside to touch me.
I also rubbed his penis through his pants, and the young man trembled with pleasure.
I also unbuckled his pants, revealing his red-hot iron rod, and the young man, with that thing erect, tried to thrust it between my legs, but the angle was wrong, and it couldn't go in at all.
The iron rod slid past my tender flesh between my legs, the heat making me shudder.
I squeezed my legs together, using the inside of my thighs and pubic area to press against the young man's penis, feeling its warmth.
He seemed to enjoy it, thrusting a few times. My vaginal fluids returned, making my crotch slippery, and he thrust even faster.
I laughed and asked, "Does this feel good?"
He nodded vigorously. I said, "This is good too. If I don't go in, I don't want to betray my own daughter."
He enjoyed the friction, thrusting harder, his penis pushing upwards, searching for the entrance. I gently squeezed my legs together and said, "Don't go in. If you go in, I won't give you my daughter."
He didn't speak, just rubbed his penis vigorously between my legs. This made me increasingly wet, my heart itch more and more, and I felt an emptiness in my vagina.
He whispered, "Sister, let me touch your breasts." I lifted my shirt, and he reached out to touch them. We were face-to-face, pressed tightly together, making it difficult to touch. I turned around, my buttocks facing his penis, so he could hug me and touch my breasts more easily. The young man was kneading my breasts, his penis squeezing in from under my buttocks, rubbing against my labia. Each time, it forced its way in, the glans sliding past the entrance of my vagina. It
was impossible for it to enter from the front, and from behind, it always just slid past, making me even more aroused. Suddenly ,
the young man bent down and pressed me down. I leaned forward, my hands on the stove, and before I could react, his penis was already inside. Then, he bent over, lifting his hips, and in a half-squatting position, he forcefully thrust his penis into my vagina. I let out a soft cry of surprise, my body arching forward, my buttocks sticking up, allowing him to penetrate deeply.
I turned my head and cursed: "You little rascal, bullying your mother-in-law!!!" The young man's eyes were red, glaring at me, his face contorted with rage. He gripped my waist with both hands, forcefully pushing his penis in. My uterus was forced open, the young man's glans tightly lodged in my cervix. I let out a comfortable moan.
The young man, supporting my waist, began thrusting. My legs were too heavy to lift, so I could only desperately stick my buttocks up, pushing them back as he entered, welcoming his penetration.
The two of us were silently and intensely pleasuring each other in the kitchen. Neither of us spoke, neither groaned; the only sounds in the kitchen were the gurgling of our penises and the slapping of our bodies.
The young man thrust for a long time without ejaculating. My legs were aching, but he was still thrusting deep inside me with every stroke.
I nudged him, saying, "Brother, help me to the bed, I can't take it anymore."
He pulled out his penis, pulled me to the bed, and I quickly pulled down my pants and underwear, spreading my legs. The young man pounced on me, thrusting deeply inside.
He thrust wildly, and I admired his face while experiencing wave after wave of pleasure. Seeing my expression of enjoyment, he whispered, "Sister, is it good?"
I laughed, "Don't call me 'sister,' call me 'Mom'!"
The young man paused for a moment, then sweetly called out, "Mom!"
I was just teasing him, but that "Mom" really got to me. I pulled him into my arms, lifted my legs, and clamped them tightly around his waist. The young man let out a long "Ah!" I felt his penis throb violently inside my vagina a few times, and a warm flow rushed in.
I held him tightly, he nestled in my arms, and we were still embracing, his penis still inside me, hard and erect, throbbing every few seconds, making me feel completely drained.
The embrace was so comfortable I almost fell asleep, but I was afraid we'd both fall asleep and my brother would be in big trouble when he got back, so I quickly woke myself up. I brought some water to wash myself, and had the young man wash himself too. After we
tidied our clothes, we sat in the house, and I listened to the young man tell me about his studies and life. It seemed this kid had really grown up.
In the afternoon, my brother came back. I deliberately let the two of them chat while I went to buy groceries.
Dinner was served early, and the three of us ate our fill. I asked the young man to take my second daughter back to school. My
second daughter was very happy, and the young man smiled shyly. After they left, I suddenly felt a little empty, even a little envious of my daughter.
It was almost 10 p.m. when the young man returned on the last bus.
The two of them didn't say a word, went to take a shower, and then, naked and dripping wet, embraced each other.
The young man tried to thrust inside, but I stopped him, guiding his penis to the entrance of my anus and leading it into my back door. He was almost going crazy, thrusting wildly after it went in. I bit my pillowcase to keep from screaming; the intense friction in my anus caused my vagina to gush with vaginal fluid, soaking the sheets. He ejaculated once but refused to pull out, keeping his penis inside my anus until it became hard again. He did this three times before it finally went soft.
The next morning, I woke up to a slightly burning anus. The young man was still fast asleep. I found a new towel and gently wiped his penis clean, then held it in my hand and played with it.
The more I played with it, the less I wanted to let go. My bed was small, and squatting beside it wasn't convenient, so I simply knelt on his face, lowered my head, and gently began licking his penis. Gradually, his penis hardened again under the stimulation of my tongue and lips. He was still asleep, but he had already begun to moan softly.
I got aroused and took the whole penis into my mouth, trying to swallow it. The head of the penis was already in my throat. I persisted, wanting to see if I could take the whole thing in.
Just as I was trying, my waist was hugged, and something soft, wet, and warm pressed against my spread legs, sliding back and forth. It turned out that the young man had been woken up by me. Looking at my lower body in front of his face, he stuck out his tongue and started licking. My already open labia were parted even wider by his tongue. The young man licked very carefully and meticulously. Later, half of his tongue squeezed into my hole. Feeling comfortable, I spat out his penis, pressed my face against it, and closed my eyes to enjoy it. After
licking for a while, the young man started attacking my anus, his tongue gently sweeping and occasionally thrusting. This tingling and itchy feeling was unbearable. I also parted the young man's penis and licked his testicles hard. The two of us licked frantically.
The intense stimulation to his anus drove me wild. I could only reach his testicles. In a fit of rage, I jumped up and forcefully moved the young man's body over, making him lie face down on the bed. I spread his firm buttocks and stuck out my tongue to lick his anus. The young man trembled with pleasure with my movements.
Still not enough for me, I simply made him kneel on the bed, sticking his buttocks up. This way, I could lick his anus and testicles, and my hand could also stroke and play with his penis.
His buttocks were covered in my saliva, and his penis was as hard as an iron rod in my hand. Finally, I made him ejaculate, spraying semen all over the bed.
I let go of his buttocks and made him stand by the bed. I knelt in front of him, slightly softening his penis in my mouth, savoring the taste of semen and sweat.
The young man stayed with me for a few days. Apart from eating and sleeping, we did nothing but have crazy sex. The more we played, the more unrestrained and reckless we became.
We went wild on my bed, then ran to my second son's bed. I changed into my second daughter's underwear and let the young man play with it. He almost went crazy, pulling down my daughter's underwear and venting his frustrations on me.
That night, we were both exhausted. The young man needed to pee and went to the toilet. Looking at his strong back, round buttocks, and thick thighs under the dim light, I suddenly couldn't bear to let him go to the toilet. I jumped up from the bed, grabbed him, squatted down in front of him, grabbed his penis, and opened my mouth. The young man looked at me in surprise. I gave him an encouraging look, closed my eyes, and opened my mouth.
The young man understood what I meant, mustered his courage, and peed. I didn't care about the taste; I desperately gulped it down, and he poured all his urine into me. Some of it dripped down his neck. After he
finished peeing, he shook his penis, lay down on the floor without saying a word, and closed his eyes with his mouth open.
I understood what he meant. Excited, I trembled, squatted down on his face, gathered my strength, relaxed my body, and a stream of urine gushed out, splashing onto the young man's face. He adjusted his position, opened his mouth wide, and caught the stream. Afraid he'd choke, I controlled the flow, and he swallowed most of it.
I grabbed a towel and wiped the urine off us both. We embraced and kissed deeply. I grabbed his penis, and his fingers probed inside me.
We were wildly passionate together for four days.
Finally, the young man was leaving. I composed myself, cooked a good meal, and after we ate our fill, I saw him off at the station. I told him to visit Lao Er often and solidify our relationship. The young man left reluctantly.
After that, on weekends, the young man and Lao Er would come back together. I looked at the two of them, feeling a mix of bitterness and sweetness.
After graduating, Lao Er, through the principal's connections, got a teaching job in the same town as the young man, and they got married.
At the school-run factory, I was promoted to a sales position and often accompanied Factory Director Li to business negotiations.
Later, I met one of our clients; he was doing well in business and treated me quite well.
Factory Director Li helped us get together.
Considering our two children were already grown up, I accepted this client and we registered our marriage.
He treated me well, and I moved into the house he bought in town.
One night, after he took a shower, he lay naked on the big leather sofa. I knelt beside him and licked his penis. I rubbed his big belly and sweetly said to him, "Honey, you're starting to get fatter."
He patted his belly and said, "Damn, this is considered thin! I used to be so fat! I had a nickname: Old Pig!"

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