On the evening of the day when I was busy with the recruitment, I didn't leave immediately, but sat next to me and watched my sister carefully sort out the applicants' information.

It's a blessing to have a woman you like by your side to help share the burden, even if there are things she can't do but stand silently behind you, but you will feel a force slowly spreading from your back until you are full of courage to fight again.

The tip of Sister Qing's nose was oozing with fine beads of sweat, as crystal clear as a pearl. I took a tissue and gently wiped it off for her, and she looked at me and smiled, as bright as a spring lily. Of course, there is also my heart.

Sister Qing has been with me for so long, we have always lived in separate rooms, and there is no such thing as a man and a woman between the two that everyone imagines. I have said before that although the intercourse between men and women is not the only manifestation of true love, but now that I think about it, if true love is not continued by mutual copulation, I wonder how long that kind of true love can last? I'm afraid there are, and they are also platonic love theorists!

If you want to say that you haven't thought about Sister Qing before, then I'm a hypocrite pretending to be a decent person, not the truth. After all, I am also a man, except for some differences from ordinary men in terms of appearance, other physiological functions on my body are still very normal, and some even exceed ordinary men, such as the secretion of male hormones.

You may be able to see a hint from my old pig's consistent lustful performance, my old pig's male function is actually super strong, because my interest in women is far stronger than other men's interest in women. Therefore, in the face of the young and beautiful Qing sister, I have no reason to be indifferent, not to mention that we are lonely men and widows who live together under the same roof. Dry firewood and strong fire, it is strange not to burn, it is normal to burn; But now the question is whether the dry wood is approaching the fire, or is the fire approaching the dry firewood?

After seeing the Qing sister in front of me, I couldn't bear it anymore and decided to take the initiative. The previous period of time choked my old pig enough, like a hen that grows eggs in her belly but can't give birth.

After wiping the sweat of Sister Qing, I walked behind her nervously, stretched my hand under her armpit, grabbed her chest with both hands, and couldn't help kneading it. The reason why I am nervous is because I don't know if Sister Qing will refuse. Although we have had intimate gestures such as hugging and kissing before, once my hand touched Sister Qing's more private place, she always politely refused. So I don't know if this action will be rejected by her; Compared to the previous ones, this time it was a bit sudden.

Fortunately, Sister Qing didn't interrupt my old pig's interest, just turned around and patted my head lightly with her hand, said "necrotic", and then grabbed my hand with her hand, as if she wanted to refuse, but finally gave up.

Getting Sister Qing's hint, I became bolder, pulled over Sister Qing's upper body, and indulged in a big nose to her delicate lips. The two tongues are like two couples who have been reunited after a long absence, lingering and stirring in a small space. Of course, there is also my heart churning, and I don't know how to do it, today's my heart is like an accelerator, "poof, poof" and beat non-stop.

My hand went all the way down Qing's body until it reached the edge of that mysterious part...... Sister Qing stopped my further attack, and said that she would talk about it when she entered the inner room, so as not to be seen by outsiders. ……

I had a lot of fun that night, and I don't know if Sister Qing was happy. Although there was a phenomenon of not being able to find the "door", it did not affect the subsequent development. Sister Qing is a flower bone who is imprisoned and waiting to be saved, and I am the one who makes her bloom to her heart's content.

In the middle of the night, Sister Qing asked for another time, since people are so active, my old pig can't let her down. So later, Sister Qing said that I almost killed her.

Looking at this woman lying in the crook of my arm, I thought a lot. If we compare our current relationship with the previous relationship, we used to be like boiling water and instant noodles in a room, each of which was separated, but now the boiling water and instant noodles are fused together to form a bowl of nutritious food.