23-02-2025, 05:37 PM
No, absolutely impossible, impossible. Mom is so serious and stern, how could she follow Sam around?
"Stains... stains... stains..."
The friction sound of water stains that made me suffocate appeared again, and it no longer only appeared once, but disappeared with one sound and then appeared again.
At this time, I seemed to have thought of something. My body was trembling slightly involuntarily. How could it be possible? How could Sam have such courage? It was not only me here, but also my father sleeping beside me. How could my mother follow him? .
If last time I accidentally saw Sam being afraid of thunder and seeking protection from his mother, then if that was what I thought, why would it be this time?
"Uh-huh...huh-huh..." I don't know if it was a psychological effect or something, but I even heard my mother's breathing getting thicker.
"Stains...stains...stains...um..." At this time, the sound of water stains rubbing was also slowly getting faster. I saw that my mother's hand seemed to be grabbing something behind the quilt, but the sound of the friction of water stains was Didn't disappear.
What happened? Sam's hip just happened to be bad, and he touched my thigh again. I followed him to touch my body, pretending that I was woken up by him, then adjusted my position, pulled the quilt to cover me, and pretended to be asleep. I looked a little uncomfortable and kept covering my head with the quilt. In fact, I wanted to see what was going on under the quilt.
With my movement, the sound disappeared, the quilt stopped shaking, and the tent fell into dead silence again.
This made me feel a little depressed, but under the quilt, I saw Sam sleeping on his side with his back to me. No, he was sleeping on his side. Why was his upper body so close to me, but his lower body was leaning towards my mother? , like sleeping sideways on the bed.
Could it be that the reason why the quilt on the lower bodies of Mom and Sam was shaking slightly just now was... Thinking of this, I took a breath. There was an indescribable smell in the quilt, but I knew that smell, a very confusing smell, that was The smell emanating from the private parts of men and women.
Impossible, impossible. I saw that although Sam's lower body was leaning towards my mother, he didn't move. It must be that I was overthinking it.
Where's Sam's hand? Why is Sam's hand missing from the quilt? Damn, where are Sam's hands?
At this time, it was as if he had found hope and then saw it being shattered little by little. Sam actually stretched his hand towards his mother.
It's okay. Sam will definitely not bully his mother. Her mother is so strict, how could it be possible?
"Stain...pop..."
A clearer than ever sound of water stains rubbing against each other came from under Sam's body, followed by Sam's hips slowly moving back.
"Boo...stain...stain...stain..." Then, Sam slowly moved his butt forward, as if there was something on the other side of his butt waiting for him to approach.
"Stains... stains... stains..."
The friction sound of water stains that made me suffocate appeared again, and it no longer only appeared once, but disappeared with one sound and then appeared again.
At this time, I seemed to have thought of something. My body was trembling slightly involuntarily. How could it be possible? How could Sam have such courage? It was not only me here, but also my father sleeping beside me. How could my mother follow him? .
If last time I accidentally saw Sam being afraid of thunder and seeking protection from his mother, then if that was what I thought, why would it be this time?
"Uh-huh...huh-huh..." I don't know if it was a psychological effect or something, but I even heard my mother's breathing getting thicker.
"Stains...stains...stains...um..." At this time, the sound of water stains rubbing was also slowly getting faster. I saw that my mother's hand seemed to be grabbing something behind the quilt, but the sound of the friction of water stains was Didn't disappear.
What happened? Sam's hip just happened to be bad, and he touched my thigh again. I followed him to touch my body, pretending that I was woken up by him, then adjusted my position, pulled the quilt to cover me, and pretended to be asleep. I looked a little uncomfortable and kept covering my head with the quilt. In fact, I wanted to see what was going on under the quilt.
With my movement, the sound disappeared, the quilt stopped shaking, and the tent fell into dead silence again.
This made me feel a little depressed, but under the quilt, I saw Sam sleeping on his side with his back to me. No, he was sleeping on his side. Why was his upper body so close to me, but his lower body was leaning towards my mother? , like sleeping sideways on the bed.
Could it be that the reason why the quilt on the lower bodies of Mom and Sam was shaking slightly just now was... Thinking of this, I took a breath. There was an indescribable smell in the quilt, but I knew that smell, a very confusing smell, that was The smell emanating from the private parts of men and women.
Impossible, impossible. I saw that although Sam's lower body was leaning towards my mother, he didn't move. It must be that I was overthinking it.
Where's Sam's hand? Why is Sam's hand missing from the quilt? Damn, where are Sam's hands?
At this time, it was as if he had found hope and then saw it being shattered little by little. Sam actually stretched his hand towards his mother.
It's okay. Sam will definitely not bully his mother. Her mother is so strict, how could it be possible?
"Stain...pop..."
A clearer than ever sound of water stains rubbing against each other came from under Sam's body, followed by Sam's hips slowly moving back.
"Boo...stain...stain...stain..." Then, Sam slowly moved his butt forward, as if there was something on the other side of his butt waiting for him to approach.
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