"Husband, you are so amazing! That's great! OH-MY-GOD, YOU'RE DONE? ”

Elena was lying on the bed enjoying herself, when Finley behind her suddenly shouted, and then collapsed on the bed and gasped.

"Isn't it too long since that, you can't do it there? Hee-hee. ”

Elena has medium-length blond hair, has a much better figure than Angela, and looks older.

I have to say that Old Man Finley is quite good at enjoying it. Two lovers, one is young and the other is mature. Each has its own charm, and it's no wonder he's so fascinated by these two women.

To Finley's regret, Angela had already followed Fat Fat and the others. Otherwise, tonight will be the same as before, with two maids and a husband.

Elena was lying on Finley's chest with some unfinished thoughts, her beautiful eyes were flowing, the autumn waves were overflowing, and her fingers were still groping around Finley's body, it seemed that she wanted to have another shot with Finley.

"Okay, the days to come are still long, don't rush this night."

With that, Finley pushed the naked Elena aside.

Old man Finley still knows how many pounds and taels he has. If you toss uncontrollably, with your small body, it is estimated that you will die in a few months.

"Hmph. Say, who are you going to sleep with next? Elena snorted disapprovingly as she got dressed.

Although a little jealous, Elena didn't think there was anything wrong with Finley doing this. These women were Schneider's playthings, selling their bodies for food and protection. Now that Finley has killed Schneider and provided them with a new safe place to live, he has the right to dominate everyone.

Although these women are still not free from their tragic fate, it is their own choice. Angela told them to leave together, and they thought Angela was crazy.

Fortunately, Finley is much better than Schneider. Whether this decision is right or wrong, I believe they all know it in their hearts.

Finley didn't answer Elena's question. He doesn't plan to touch those women at the moment.

Of course, no matter how old Finley is, he is a man, and it is impossible for him to let go of these stunners. Among other things, these women eat him and drink him, if they don't get anything out of them. Finley wasn't a good businessman.

What's more, when he was a little brother under Schneider, Finley had already fantasized about how he could get these women. Now that the dream is about to come true, it is impossible for him to be anything Yanagishita Megumi.

However, old men, you always have to do what you can. And it's too boring to get it all at once. Next, Finley has to live in a bomb shelter with this group of women for a long time, and it is more interesting to conquer them one by one.

The passion faded, and Finley sat up from the bed wrapped in a bathrobe. He lit a cigar and then took a glass of wine and turned off the light.

Finley sipped red wine. I walked to the window and smoked quietly.

The so-called window is nothing more than a fake one painted on the wall by old man Finley. The painter's skills are good, and the window paintings are lifelike, which is enough to be fake.

The set of things in the bomb shelter was equipped for the end of the world in 2012, and Old Man Finley put a lot of thought into it at the time.

For example, these false windows, cigars, red wine. weapons and much more. Old man Finley also stocked up on a few generators in the dugout, as well as a lot of fuel. You can't do anything else, but the lighting will still be available for quite some time.

But. Now the landlord's family has no surplus food. At the end of the bed, Old Man Finley decisively turned off the light.

There are not many rooms in the bomb shelter, only about four or five. The best decoration and most complete equipment is of course Finley's one, and the other rooms are divided by other women.

Finley didn't interfere with the room. He tried his best to give these women some freedom, even if it was insignificant.

They had a pretty hearty dinner. Finley didn't hesitate to take out a lot of food. In addition, Finley treats these women quite politely, and Schneider is simply a heaven and an underground. So they were all glad they had made the right decision, and as for the crazy Angela, they could only wish her good luck.

"Husband. What are you thinking? ”

Dressed in a sheer pajamas that looked like she wasn't wearing, Elena sexily walked to the 'window' and asked Finley, who was frowning.

"Nothing. You go to bed first, you don't have to wait for me. ”

Finley waved his hand impatiently and replied in response.

"You men are all the same, you don't recognize people when you put your pants on! I know if you don't say it, you must be thinking about Angela! ”

Elinda pouted her reddened lips that had just been kissed by Finley, and said with vinegar.

Finley couldn't help but frown. Elinda is good at everything, but as soon as she gets involved with Angela, she will immediately become a vinegar jar.

The two of them used to be competitive, and it was understandable to do so. But Angela has left now, and she will never see her again, what kind of vinegar did Elinda eat?

"Go to sleep, I don't want to say it a second time."

Finley didn't have the time to play a petty role with Elinda, and ordered her to leave.

Elinda stomped her foot in dissatisfaction, snorted and went back to bed. She turned her back to Old Man Finley and said nothing.

Finally quieted down again. Finley took a sip of red wine and couldn't help but think: if she had satisfied Elinda tonight, she would probably not be looking for trouble like this.

It's a pity that Old Man Finley is only once at most now. If you want to do it again, you can only rely on taking medicine. Old man Finley prepared a lot of supplies in the bomb shelter, but he missed such things as viagra.

However, Finley has a lot on his mind at this time, and even with Viagra he will not be hard.

Finley took a puff of the Cuban cigar between his fingers, feeling refreshed. He hadn't smoked in nearly two months, and the pain was no different from that of forced drug rehabilitation.

Of course, there was a lot of smoke in the clubhouse, but unfortunately it all belonged to Schneider. Finley was a man who could be killed by Schneider at any moment, so how could he possibly smoke.

Now that the scene that had been repeated in his dreams had finally become a reality, Old Man Finley was very greedy and spuffed up the smoke.

Elinda guessed correctly, he did think of Angela.

Angela had been his woman before, but today she would rather follow two strangers than stay. This made Finley sad and guilty.

Finley didn't care if he had a shot with Angela.

Well, to tell you the truth, he still cares a little. But Old Man Finley was more concerned about Angela's disappointed, distrustful gaze when she looked at her. (To be continued.) )

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