Adultery My Mom & the exchange student

[Penetration]

　"At that time, my father responded to the call and went to Kenya in Africa to participate in construction for nearly half a year. Later, in order to take care of Zihan, I came back. Haha, I still feel nostalgic about those days." Dad said with a look in his eyes. Smile and depth. 
　　"Hey, I've never been to Kenya." Sam said with a grin, but I saw that although his eyes were smiling, I always felt that there was something or emotion mixed in them. 
　　"This is the taste. At the cocktail party, Kenya gave me a taste of this wine. Alas, I didn't expect to be able to drink this taste after so many years. I'm so happy..." Dad lamented.
　　"Dad, if you want to drink, I'll ask my friend to give me a few more bottles. He still has some." Sam said happily. 
　　"What, you still have friends in Linhai?" Dad asked in surprise. 
　　"Well, those who came with me to come to Linhai for exchange are attending classes at another college in Linhai." Sam said with a smile. 
　　"That's it, haha, no need. You can only taste the wine in a small way. How can you drink more? If you drink too much, the wine will no longer be the wine." Dad looked at Sam with a slight smile. 
　　"Hehe, what dad said makes sense." Sam continued to compliment dad, which was very helpful to dad, but I looked at it expressionlessly, glancing at my mom next to dad from time to time. 
　　My mother also ate her meal expressionlessly, smiling slightly from time to time, which made her even more curious to find out if anything had happened in the past half month. 
　　However, Sam did not have any updates on the "Forbidden House", and I didn't notice anything strange about him when chatting with him. Li Xiaojun also came to my house once or twice to check on me, although I knew that Sam also bullied Li Xiaojun. , but with outsiders around, it’s impossible for Sam to do anything cheating on his mother. 
　　Of course, with the appearance of an animal like Sam, there is nothing he can't do, and I don't know Sam's condition, so I can only comfort myself in this way. 
　　"Honey, this is the wine I told you back then. Does it taste good?" " 
　　Well, it tastes good and tastes good." Dad looked at mom, who smiled slightly. 
　　"Haha, Sam, are you going back to South Africa soon?" Dad took a sip of wine and looked at Sam. 
　　"Well, the vacation is over. If nothing else happens, I will go back to South Africa." " 
　　Haha, brat, what accident will happen to you?" Sam replied, and his father grinned. 
　　"Hey, dad, I learned this in college. The teacher said it is called rhyme, which is the breadth and depth of Chinese culture." Sam looked at his mother. 
　　"Haha, it seems that you have learned a lot in the year you came to China."
　　"Well, in addition to college, I can also learn Chinese culture from Zihan and my mother at home. Sam is very grateful to you." With that, Sam stood up and bowed to his parents. 
　　He bowed again. 
　　"Haha, this kid..." Dad laughed heartily, and Mom also smiled slightly and looked at Sam. 
　　When Sam stood up, I saw the thing in his black shorts swaying. Looking at the smiles of his parents, I wondered if they had noticed. 
　　"You're welcome, this is what we should do. You have to remember that we Chinese have helped you a lot. I think my father followed me for more than half a year, just to make the African people better. You must have this spirit of dedication Take it to South Africa!" Dad was very satisfied with Sam's performance. 
　　"Dad, I can." Sam smiled and looked at his mother. 
　　"Okay, just say it, like a lesson." Mom laughed and scolded Dad. 
　　"Haha, I am promoting our culture to Sam. You have to learn good things, right Sam." " 
　　Well, yes, Dad, in the remaining time, Zihan, Mom and I will definitely experience Chinese culture more deeply. Sam grinned and looked at me and then at Mom. 
　　"Haha, you can also learn from dad, haha, come on, let's do it!" As we said that, we drank the rest of the wine together. 
　　After dinner, I lay on the sofa but my head was a little drowsy. After Sam helped my mother clean up the housework, I took a shower and returned to the bedroom to rest on the bed. After more than ten minutes, Sam followed me back to the bedroom. 
　　My parents had gone upstairs to rest, but looking at my bed, I subconsciously felt that Sam might have abused my mother on my bed. Seeing Sam come into the room, my heart felt a little sick and nauseated.