The sparks I created with a 48-year-old woman (family incest adult novel)

This 48-year-old woman is a colleague in our company and is in charge of inventory. Last night, I worked overtime, 8

At around 10 o'clock, there were only me and this old woman left in the office. Originally, the work was done, and I saw that it was safe.

The coefficient is quite high, and I was led by some ghost to browse some sexy photos on the website. I was enjoying it, but suddenly, I felt

There was someone behind me. I turned around suddenly and it was her! This 48-year-old woman, who has a daughter who is currently attending college,

She was staring at my computer screen. I was at a loss for what to do. I turned my head away in embarrassment.

hot.

"Does this look good?" the old woman actually asked, her tone sounding very calm.

"Hey, just take a look, it's okay." Hearing her tone, my nervousness actually eased a little.

untie.

"Do you young boys like to watch this?" I thought she would walk away tactfully, but she

He actually continued to ask questions and showed no intention of leaving.

"Hehe, it seems so." I don't know what she means, nor do I know how to resolve it immediately.

This put me in an awkward situation, and I replied sheepishly.

Then, guess what, she dragged a chair over and sat next to me, her eyes still

Staring at the almost naked photo of a woman on the screen. "Nice figure. I was about the same size as her when I was younger."

I looked at her in surprise. She said this without blushing or beating her heart, just as if she was talking about work.

She was relaxed and at ease, and despite her great fear, her respect for her was like a torrent of water, endless.

"Oh." This was the first time I felt my dull side. For a moment, I didn't know how to put the words in.

Next.

"Alas! Now that I'm old and out of shape, no matter how beautiful the clothes are, they don't look good on me anymore."

"No way! No way! You still look very young." After saying this white lie, my face was once again

Fever, barely able to look her in the eyes.

"Do you think I look beautiful in this dress today?" she asked me. I mustered up the courage to quickly scan the

She was wearing a red cotton jacket and blue tight jeans.

For people of this age, dressing like this does require a certain amount of confidence and courage.

"Very beautiful! Very beautiful!" In fact, I was thinking at that time, if a young girl asked me

If I were to say the same thing, I might blurt out "You look better without it." But at that moment, in this

In front of an 8-year-old woman, I became extremely cautious when speaking, as if I was afraid of saying something wrong.

"Haha, really?" She laughed, and seemed very happy. It seems that my lie was still a little watery.

At least it made her believe it, at least I think she believed it. "My husband used to say this to me.

No more words. When a woman gets old, no one cares about her anymore. "

Seeing the sad expression on her face, my heart trembled a little, and I wanted to put my arm around her shoulders.

I was impulsive, but I controlled myself because I hadn't figured out one thing: what exactly she meant today.

Time suddenly stopped at that moment, and I did another thing that was enough to make me excited: she lowered her head slightly

She tilted her head, as if looking at her toes, and there was a slit in the top of her little red cotton-padded jacket, from which she could see

Inside was a beige close-fitting cashmere sweater, and you could see the two places that were propped up, as if

Wave and smile at me.

I don't know why, but at that moment I felt as if the blood was rushing to my head.

The special situation, the uncertain attitude... All this happened so suddenly that I almost couldn't control myself.

She, a 48-year-old, still pretty old woman, reached into her little red cotton-padded jacket, pinched and caressed the bulge.

place.

I didn't move, and neither did she. The idea of ​​molesting her was quietly put away, but I don't know if she was also

Molesting me in my mind.

"Okay, look at less pictures like this, it makes you irritated!" She finally raised her head and said this.

I nodded and turned off the computer. We walked out of the company together, into the elevator, and out of the building without saying a word.

When we talked, I sensed a hint of ambiguity.

This morning, I needed to send a batch of goods to a customer. I followed the old woman to the warehouse and was responsible for receiving

The collector was still on the road with the driver's car, so the old woman and I were left alone again. Along the way I

My heart was in turmoil. I couldn't say how much I wanted this 48-year-old woman.

There seemed to be a trace of curiosity. If something really happened with this old woman, would it give me another extraordinary feeling?

It's a different kind of excitement from the norm, but I'm also worried about some unknown things. It seems that I can only take it one step at a time.

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We arrived at the warehouse and without any conversation, started counting the goods according to the list. After the door of the warehouse was closed,

It was so quiet that I could almost hear my own heartbeat. I felt a sense of excitement similar to that of receiving my first kiss.

I stole a glance at the old woman. She was facing away from me, bending over, rummaging through a box.

In this way, I could clearly see her fairly round buttocks tightly wrapped in jeans.

Oh my god, this one look actually made my lower body react. This is impossible! How is this possible! Every day on the street

I see so many young and beautiful women on the Internet, they have more perfect figures, but none of them makes me feel like I am now.

I was inexplicably excited, and at this moment, I simply couldn't understand this impulse of mine.

"Don't miss the opportunity." There seemed to be a voice in my head reminding me something. Yes, anyway, she

Those actions the night before yesterday should also be hinting at something. How could I be so stupid and confused?

The style. So I swallowed and cleared my throat. "From my angle, your figure is very good.

It’s really good. "

Oh my god! I couldn't believe that I was actually in such an occasion, facing a 48-year-old woman, saying

Such words came out. I stared at her back and found that she stopped moving her hands but did not turn around.

He stood still and did not speak. I started to feel a little nervous, and I started to feel sorry for saying that.

I want to say something else, to disguise what I just said as a joke or a compliment.

I hope she doesn't think that I'm teasing her or trying to test her.

I was about to open my mouth. "Haha, it's been a long time since I've heard someone praise me like this." She stood up and turned around.

He looked at me with a mysterious smile on his face, and I suddenly felt unsure.

"Haha, I'm telling the truth, it's really good, I don't know how you maintain it."

I seemed to feel a little relieved, because this sentence has less ambiguity, and it can be said to be a sentence similar to

Compliments.

"Hey, I haven't taken any special care of myself. I'm already old, who would I want to show off to?

It’s a little girl, haha. "She seemed to believe that I was telling the truth, and she began to look herself up and down.

body, accompanied by slight twisting.

"You've learned to dance before, right?" I asked again, guessing, because I saw her slowly entering into narcissism.

status. "Huh?! How did you know? I actually learned dancing when I was young, for several years. After I got married,

I didn't jump. "

"Haha, I just guessed."

"You have a good eye." This time, she seemed to smile even happier, with a smile on her face.

"You bought these jeans that fit you very well." When I said this again, I found that my thoughts

It's actually jumpy and inconsistent.

"Oh, really? Haha, it's okay, a little tight. I bought it two years ago. I'm a little fatter now." She actually

She was able to follow my topic very well, putting one leg on tiptoe and slightly bending it, examining herself.

"Very tasty." This sentence almost came out of my mouth. Maybe I am used to commenting on girls like this.

God actually used it on her.

"Oh? You like it?" She looked straight into my eyes and asked hotly. I swallowed again, struggling

Nodded.

"Let's have dinner together some other day and chat." I usually take the initiative to say this, but today

It was a woman who first brought it up. I hesitated for a moment, but in the end I still gave a positive answer.

. It is better to do it today than to wait for a day, so the dinner time is set at 7:00 tonight.

Tonight, I had dinner with the old woman near the North Third Ring Road. Everything went according to my expectations.

Then, after dinner, I asked the old woman if she was in a hurry to go home. She looked at the time, 8:10, and said she was not in a hurry.

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So I told the old woman that I lived nearby and asked her if she was interested in coming over. She said anyway

Tomorrow is the weekend, so she doesn’t have to go to work on time (PS: she needs to work overtime tomorrow), so it’s okay to go and sit down.

So the old woman and I took a taxi and headed straight to the house I rented near Beitaipingzhuang. is a one

Living room, on the fifth floor. After the old woman entered the house, she looked around and asked, "What is your house like?"

Where do people live? "

"yes."

"How much is it per month?"

"1600"

“Oh, the housing prices here are not cheap.”

"Yes, the houses near the North Third Ring Road are priced like this."

The heating system in my neighborhood was turned on yesterday. It is much warmer inside the house than outside. I took off my coat.

The old woman also took off her red cotton-padded jacket, revealing the same beige cashmere sweater I saw that night.

The same tight jeans.

At this point, my breathing started to get heavier again, and I knew it was because of some private thoughts I was having.

"Do you want some water?"

"Um."

I took out two unique glass tea cups, added the lotus sprouts I had just bought from Wu Yutai, and poured 8

The tea was brewed with 0-degree water and brought to her.

"It's a nice teacup." Obviously, I expected her to mention this teacup.

Just to show off my taste a little bit.

"Haha, I bought it from the tea set wholesale market. I like it very much."

"Yeah, it's really good, you have good taste!" This seems to be the second time she praised me for my good taste today. I smiled slightly.

He smiled and took a sip of tea. She also picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"It's very mellow."

"It's new tea."

At this time, my whole body had warmed up and the atmosphere had gradually become harmonious. I was thinking about the next step to try.

"Do you surf the Internet at home?" It was my idea to ask this question.

"I don't have internet at home, and I rarely use the internet. It's something young people like you like to do.

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"Haha, when I get home and have nothing to do, I like to surf the Internet." I looked at her casually and took another sip of tea.

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"Haha, you don't watch those at home, do you?" See, now you should understand what I mean by that question.

As expected, she mentioned what happened during overtime work at the company the night before, and everything slowly went into the process I needed.

"Haha, sometimes, I don't have a stable girlfriend, see if that can solve some problems." I said

It is both vague and clear, and I believe it should be easy to understand given her experience.

"Haha, bad boy, it's not good to do that kind of thing too much." I'm not sure what she means by "that kind of thing"

Is it "masturbation" or "sexual intercourse", I can only guess that it means "masturbation".

"Haha, men are like this, there's nothing I can do about it." I smiled helplessly and shook my head, then picked up the cup again.

Took a sip.

"I really didn't realize that you have such strong desires. You usually seem quite quiet at work." I was stunned!

The word "desire" has come out, it seems that we are about to get to the point. "Haha! It's normal. Normal needs.

Normal demand. "At this time, I really wanted to blush myself, so that she would think I was still innocent and could be more

She was more courageous and proactive, but she didn't blush. People are strange like that.

"Why do you sleep in such a big bed alone at night?" She noticed my big bed.

"Well, I like sleeping in a bigger bed. It's more comfortable and I can roll around as much as I want."

Actually, I prepared the big bed for another purpose, but I should have acted more innocently. She suddenly put the cup

He put it on the table, got up and walked to my bed, sat on the edge of the bed, and rocked up and down a few times, as if

Feel the elasticity of the Simmons mattress on the bed.

What am I waiting for? I immediately stood up, walked over to her and sat down next to her. In fact, these actions of mine

The implication is very clear, and I believe she also knows some of my thoughts. I looked into her eyes and she looked into mine

, the distance is only 10 cm.

At this moment, I know what I should do. If I continue to lay the groundwork, I will be a real greenhorn.

I put my right hand on her waist. She was startled at first, looked down at my hand, and then raised her eyes.

The light turned to my eyes. My lips slowly moved towards her neck, she didn't dodge at all, and I kissed her.

Along her neck, my lips moved up to her earlobe, then to her cheek, and finally to her

On the lips. Our tongues stirred together, and I felt some of her passion. Her right hand also fell on my

There was a "squeak" sound coming from the bed at my waist. It was the sound caused by uneven force on the Simmons spring.

To be honest, kissing such an old woman was not my original intention, but it was a necessary step to get into the heat of sex.

I understood this through the process, so I did it. The stirring of the tongue did not bring me any sexual stimulation.

Just try not to look at that face, that face that is already covered with a few wrinkles, although not very obvious, under the light makeup

It was covered up, but at such a close distance, everything was still clear. I know how to make myself

To get pleasure, just use your hands to grab and squeeze the bulging breasts, the breasts of an old woman.

Pay attention, the word I used here is "grasp and pinch". Do you know why I didn't use "caress"? Caress is for

For the tender breasts, which I imagine are already weak and sagging, it is best to just squeeze them.

It can satisfy his own animal desires, and it can really make this old woman feel pleasure. The strength of the touch is no longer enough to stimulate

It really got to the point where this old woman was getting really nervous.

So, under the control of my brain, my right hand moved from her waist to her chest.

Although I was wearing that beige cashmere sweater, it didn't stop me from feeling excited. You know what, I caught a 48-year-old

The old woman's left breast, a spot I had peeked at the night before, was now in my palm. I used the joint

Use your strength and command your five fingers to start invading, pinching horizontally and vertically, just like milking.

Suddenly, she threw herself on me, put her arms around my neck, and rested her chin on my left.

On shoulder. I heard her heavy breathing at this moment. I smiled, and I knew I

I must have smiled cunningly. An inexplicable sense of accomplishment and conquest was quietly written on my face and imprinted in my heart.

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It seems that there will be no accidents today. My confidence suddenly swelled, and the strength of my hands increased.

A little bigger. Her bra is quite hard, I can feel it, but as long as I use a little force, I can still touch it.

I felt the soft substance inside and began to explore the top with my thumb, which was the result of all the stimulation.

The source, I pressed it, and began to apply pressure with my thumb, release, apply pressure, release, the old woman's left breast was under my thumb.

The pressure of her fingers rose and fell, up and down, and her breathing at this moment was the same, but it seemed more rapid.

This was not enough, so I adjusted the movement of my thumb and moved the fingertip up and down the horizontal direction.

The stimulation from this is far greater than the vertical acupressure. The old woman actually took the initiative to attack with her entire left breast, desperately

The squeeze on my right hand caught me off guard.

The invasion through clothes may seem boring, but in fact, it can meet certain needs. Sexual pleasure is

It has layers, and each link has its role. Piston-like pumping is only a superficial link.

This is why I insist on not visiting prostitutes. What I need is a rhythmic, layered, and conquest-like sex.

Therefore, I cannot be careless in every aspect.

Next, I knew I couldn't cruise around anymore. The old woman's breasts needed a more realistic experience. My right

Hands often take the lead, and today was no exception.

I let go of the old woman's breasts, put my lips on the back of her neck, and touched her with my breath.

My hand had already reached into her clothes from the waist, and I felt the shirt inside. It was tucked into the belt.

I gently pulled the hem of her shirt out from under her belt so that my hands could touch the muscles on her waist.

skin. It was warm, but with some excess fat and loose skin.

No matter what, the destination of my right hand is not here, but upward, upward and upward, so I

I touched her bra and it was indeed hard. At this time, I have two choices. One is to

One way is to squeeze in from under the bra and explore that soft thing; the other way is to unhook the bra from behind and then capture the whole thing with your hands.

I chose the second one.

Now, my right hand was placed on the old woman's left breast, the movement was gentle at first, then fierce.

Using my hands, I roughly got a feel for the size and softness of the old woman's breasts. Moderate size, can be held in one hand.

The hardness is uneven, there are some lumps, the temperature is moderate, not as hot as the palm of my hand, the feel is not very good, but it is enough to satisfy

It satisfied my curiosity, after all, she is 48 years old. At this time, do you know what I want to do most?

What I want to see most is the old woman's expression when I hold her breasts with both hands. So I put the old woman flat

On the bed.

The 48-year-old woman lay on my big bed, eyes closed, looking so docile, which was consistent with her age.

There was a certain contrast, not because of anything else, because the person sitting in front of her was me, a man who was much younger than her.

The young man was about to violate the old woman, of course, with a valid license.

Sexual assault.

I didn't do anything right away. I just looked at her, her rising and falling breasts, and I started to think about work.

I want to make her look more discordant, so as to create a greater contrast and gain

Get a bigger sex drive. That's about it. I leaned down and put both hands inside her shirt, from bottom to

Up, straight to her breasts, fiercely grasped at the same time, and then exerted force, the upper body clothes protruded more severely, the old woman

The man seemed to be in some pain, his brows slightly wrinkled, and he snorted softly, but his eyes never opened.

A subtle smile appeared on the corner of my mouth.

During the whole process, I did not lift her top, that is, I did not look at her breasts. Sometimes I felt

Well, it is more likely to inspire people's associations when they are not seen, just like now, my hands are wantonly kneading those

The breasts that are about to wither, while admiring the old woman's slightly enjoyable expression, everything is at hand, but I want to capture it

So let it go. Well, I have thoroughly felt the breasts with my hands, and my goal has turned to her lower body. I slowly

He took his hands back, straightened up, and looked at the old woman's lower body, although he only saw the jeans being hooked.

The shape it created touched me deeply.

She was indeed fat, and her jeans were indeed too tight. When she lay flat, her lower body was deeply embedded in the jeans.

The scene was so tempting that I was actually a little dazed. Suddenly, I had a disgusting idea. I wanted to smell

I smelled her scent down there, of course through her jeans, otherwise I don't think I would have smelled it. I moved my butt back

I moved so that I could lean over and put my nose close to hers, pressing the tip of my nose against the visible gap and gently

Smell it. It was a mixed smell, the smell of jeans, some dampness, and even sourness.

The sour smell didn't seem to be very pleasant, so I quietly withdrew my nose and stood up again.

"Turn over." I told her to crawl on the bed so I could touch the

I've peeked at asses. She did so. The old woman's buttocks were wrapped in jeans, and because she was lying on her stomach, it was obvious

She still looks very stylish. After all, she is a woman and is wrapped in fat.

I examined her buttocks and then ran my left hand up her thigh. It was soft and warm.

of. Another minute passed and I began to wonder what color and style of underwear the old woman was wearing today.

I really want to see it and see what the difference is with young girls. I turned her over again, and this time she

Opened his eyes and looked at me.

I ignored her and started to untie her belt. Suddenly, she grabbed my hand, as if trying to stop me.

I still ignored my action, and finally took off the belt, unbuttoned it, unzipped it, and took off the cowboy boots.

The jeans were taken off, and there was a pair of flesh-colored long johns underneath. Without thinking twice, they were pulled down together, revealing the bottom of the pants.

pants. It’s actually black.

At first glance, it was black underwear, which immediately reminded me of the word "black widow", which made me unconsciously associate "sex" with "black widow".

"Strong desire and strong control" is attached to this old woman. As for me, I don't like women very much.

Men wear black underwear, I prefer women to wear white, and preferably the kind with a slightly transparent effect and a good texture.

It should be a little thicker. I'm not familiar with fabrics, and cotton should feel better.

The slightly transparent white panties will highlight the black underneath, but it's not very obvious.

A little bit, but it has the effect of seeing flowers in the fog. That little bit of black is enough to arouse men's sexual desire, which is also what I don't like.

Reasons for liking white tiger women (when men are young, they like perfect and clean-looking women; when men mature, they prefer

I prefer something with various "flaws" and a more layered feel).

The old woman was staring into my eyes, and I could feel it. She saw me looking at her lower body, but she didn't

She seemed a little puzzled as to what I would do next. So, for me,

I was struggling with the idea of ​​whether I should completely remove this pair of underwear and take a thorough look.

Do you know what I am worried about? I am worried that I will see some unpleasant pictures that will arouse my sexual desire.

The imagination of desire will collapse in an instant. If that happens, what should I do? There are some things that my brain cannot handle.

After all, I have passed that youthful period, the stage when I would ejaculate when I saw a woman's breast.

It is becoming more and more individual, and I will never do anything that does not suit my taste.

After all, the old woman had seen the world, and her 48 years were not lived in vain. She saw my

After some hesitation, she sat up and pulled me into her arms, "Come, let me hug you." She placed her left cheek against my

I touched the old woman's chest, and I felt softness and warmth. A feeling different from sexual desire quietly spread.

Covering my entire nerves, I suddenly felt that this feeling was also very good, and I suddenly felt that my soul was

It was sublimated, and I was able to let this feeling suppress my sexual desire, my God!

I can also reach this level and have this state. I began to think that Liuxiahui was nothing special.

Being able to remain calm in the face of temptation does not necessarily mean that one has noble moral character. There are too many other reasons.

"Let's not do it so fast. I haven't really thought about it yet. It's not a good idea for us to do this."

I snorted and wondered if this was the old woman's true words. “I have to go back, it can’t be too late.

I have to go to work tomorrow as I have a batch of goods to ship out. "The old woman looked at the time." I know. "I will

He slowly retracted his gaze and once again met the old woman's eyes. "I..." I wanted to say something else, but I don't know

How should I say it to be just right? After all, the old woman sitting in front of me, regardless of her life experience and experience,

Her ability to distinguish is many times better than mine. She can see through any false words I say.

It can destroy this special feeling that has been cultivated with great difficulty.

"I'm leaving." The old woman had already put on her clothes and coat.

"I send you."

"No, I know how to get there." I thought the old woman would give me some more instructions before she left.

For example, "Don't tell anyone about this," "Be careful with your words at work," and "Don't tell your colleagues when you're having dinner."

"I let it slip" and so on. Unexpectedly, the old woman said nothing more and did not look back after she left.

I looked up and saw her adjusting her collar with her hands again.

I have been thinking about a question recently: Is momentary satisfaction important, or is rational living more important? I have to

An answer came out: A rational life occasionally needs to be filled with impulse. So, I made a decision, maybe

A decision that will have a profound impact on my future life: to continue my relationship with this old woman.

In fact, I also know that the old woman is also very conflicted at this moment. The dull life that has been regularized for many years is really...

It's almost fading away; but after the passionate madness, what unexpected consequences will there be? Is it worth trying and

betray. That’s why I went to work on Saturday.

I trapped the old woman alone in the warehouse. After closing the door, I walked towards the old woman and gave her a bear

The old woman didn't struggle at all. Instead, she relaxed her body and tried to stay as close to my arms as possible. Half a minute later

My breathing quickened, and I suddenly turned the old woman over, with her back facing me, and her hands supported her back.

On the box, I hugged the old woman from behind again, and began to twist and rub my lower body...

The old woman obviously knew what I was doing, but she was still very obedient, and didn't seem to worry at all that someone would see her.

See.

"I want you." I gasped and said this.

"Huh?!" The old woman was a little surprised this time. She probably didn't expect me to say such a thing at this moment.

. I saw that she had no other reaction, so I started to take off her pants, but the old woman grabbed my hand and said, "It's cold."

! "

I never thought that the old woman was not worried about anything else at the moment, but a very practical problem - "God

cold".

"I don't care about that anymore. I want you now." My voice was almost a growl. I shook off the old woman.

I untied the old woman's belt at a very fast speed, and then took off her outer pants and underwear.

In just a moment, countless goose bumps appeared on her snow-white skin, and I saw it clearly.

In this kind of weather and environment, it is indeed not very rational to do that. Reason no longer belongs to me at that moment.

I, my second brother has taken full control of everything.

Although I am impulsive, I still remember the most basic common sense. Since there is no prelude this time, the external environment

The situation was not harmonious. The old woman was probably not ready yet. I spread out my right hand and spit in the center of my palm.

, bend four fingers and dip them in saliva, after a simple lubrication, hold the old woman's waist with both hands, and move forward slowly

Push it up once, remove a little, push it up again, a little more, and finally, take it all in.

The old woman groaned and her legs trembled for several seconds. Unexpectedly, this further stimulated my desire

I will push forward with all my might and won't give up until she is almost dead. This game lasted about a quarter of an hour.

At that last moment, my legs couldn't help but tremble, and the shaking of my whole body showed the complete sexual feeling to the extreme.

I also gained a brand new feeling that I had never experienced before.

It goes against reason, morality, environment and situation. All the inappropriate factors push the excitement to the extreme.

The top. At this time, I no longer felt cold, and the old woman seemed to have forgotten that her buttocks were still exposed.

“I didn’t bring any paper.”

"I have it in my bag."

The old woman pointed to her purse. I took out a pack of tissues from the bag, pulled out one and wiped myself.

Pull up your pants. Then he took out a tissue and helped the old woman clean up. He cleaned it very carefully and thoroughly.

In the middle, the old woman seemed to be still feeling comfortable, and her posture had not changed at all.

Once something begins, its outcome is determined. Lying in bed alone, I began to reflect on the right and wrong of my choice. First half

In life, we often regret some "wrong" decisions and always think "if only..."

Would not have ended up like this" and other similar laments. In fact, I also know that any

Extravagant happiness will be accompanied by multiple pains in the future. It's just that, as a very ordinary person, I

They often only focus on the immediate gains and losses.

Tonight, I received a call from the old woman. She was taking a walk outside alone and then she called my cell phone. call

I don’t want to record the specific content, but the general meaning is that she thought of me, she missed me a little, she missed me very much. electricity

From her words, I could sense that something in her was awakened, that she longed for a passion that could burn it.

The enthusiasm far exceeded my expectations.

However, for me, this is just a seasoning in a long life, without any result, and it will not make it meaningful.

result. In fact, the old woman also knew this very well, but everyone chose to "play dumb" at the same time.

"Happiness overdraft".

Some people may ask, if the two have developed such a relationship, how can they get along at work? Wouldn’t it be awkward? Reality

I may feel a little restrained, but I really didn't see any evasion or awkwardness in her.

, the message her expression and words conveyed to me was that nothing had happened. So, I am at peace

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In addition, there is one more point, the biggest difference between old women and young women is that you can completely

Don't worry, she doesn't need you to worry, everything seems so easy.

Suddenly, I thought of another layer. I knew that everything would not end like this. This kind of relationship developed.

Even though I added fuel to the fire, the instigator was still her, a 48-year-old woman. Place

So, I started to have some concerns, who was more proactive, who was secretly manipulating the occurrence of these plots?

Is my self-righteous confidence being mercilessly mocked by her? Will I become a puppet controlled by her?

, but I didn’t know it.

Then, I laughed again, laughing at myself for worrying too much. Why should I make such a simple and direct matter

There are so many so-called "secret affairs" involved. As long as you find the feeling, satisfy the current desire, and bring something to someone

Personal "sexual happiness" is enough, and when the time is right, we should go our separate ways. "Everyone has secrets."

That’s how I comfort myself.

When the call was about to end, the old woman invited me to her house. I was a little surprised, but she said it was okay.

The time is set for tomorrow night to go to her house for dinner. For a moment, I couldn't find any reason to refuse.

Originally, a little story happened when we went to the old woman's house for dinner, but I suddenly didn't want to record it anymore.

It’s still those things, no matter how you describe them, they’re still those things, those things that never change.

I am very ignorant and recently wrote some extreme articles (some of which were directed at women), which caused a lot of

I did not respond or reply to the resistance, dissatisfaction, even sarcasm and abuse from the audience. However, all my replies are

I have read it carefully.

Someone praised my writing skills. I want to say that I am a science student. When I was in school, I often failed Chinese composition.

. Some people say that I am "shameless and vulgar" and not a man. I want to say that those articles just earned some attention (this is

The truth), does not represent my true thoughts, inconsistent words and deeds is my habit, of course, I don't need to explain

These.