Sexy Mother's Amorous Feelings 01-04 (Family Incest Adult Novel)

Sexy Mother 01-04 Author: Unknown

Mother: Xiao Meijuan; 36 years old, housewife, height: 169cm, measurements: 96cm (G cup) 59cm

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Son: Yu Xiaoming; 17 years old, height 178cm, first grade student

Father: Yu Bin; 44 years old, sales area manager

Luo Zhihao: 19 years old, 187cm tall, a genius with an IQ of 180, proficient in many subjects, especially computers and psychology

Author's words: This is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction, and the reason is very simple. I consider myself a die-hard erotic fan, and I have read a wide range of adult films, TV shows, and adult literature, but I always feel that there is no erotic fiction that really suits my taste. It's like cooking. Although the dishes in the restaurant are delicious in color, aroma, and taste, I always feel that there is a gap between them and what I cook at home. Instead of waiting for a chef who can cook dishes that suit my taste, it might be better to do it myself, so I came up with the idea of ​​trying to write something.

It should be pointed out that there are so many masters in the field of adult literature that many of my ideas and plots have more or less referred to the articles of my predecessors, and even some sentences. This is by no means laziness or plagiarism, but is absolutely an expression of my admiration for the words created by the original authors, because these sentences are so exquisitely written that a mortal like me cannot change them. Adding one word is too much, and subtracting one word is too little.

I hope the original authors of those articles will forgive me.

If you feel that there are similarities between this article and a certain one while reading, please forgive me. If there are any shortcomings, please be tolerant and give me more advice.

Many hands make light work. I hope that during the creative process, I can communicate and discuss with you more, such as the design of some plots and the rationality of the story, the subsequent development of the story, etc. If any of you have good ideas and thoughts, I will consider adopting them in the following text and indicate the provider.

The name of the article is a rather vulgar "The Love of the Sexy Mother". Perhaps as the article is written, it will be changed to a more appropriate name in the future.

Sexy Mother (I)

I've been feeling very annoyed lately. If you ask me why, it's because my mother is too beautiful.

You would ask what's the problem with your mother being beautiful? It's because she is so beautiful that I have no interest in other girls or women. As the saying goes, "Once you have seen the sea, all other puddles are but puddles; once you have seen Mount Wushan, all other mundane women are but mounds." After seeing a beauty like my mother, all other mediocre women are no longer attractive to me.

You asked me how beautiful my mother was. I think the description given by the talented Cao Gong in The Goddess of Luo River is more appropriate: "Her figure is as graceful as a startled swan and as gentle as a swimming dragon.

The autumn chrysanthemums are glorious and the spring pines are luxuriant.

It is like a light cloud covering the moon, or like snowflakes floating in the wind.

When viewed from afar, it is as bright as the sun rising in the morning glow; when observed from close up, it is as dazzling as a lotus emerging from the green waves.

〔衤农〕The slenderness is just right, and the length and shortness are in proportion.

The shoulders are as if carved, and the waist is as if sculpted.

The neck is long and slender, and the white skin is exposed.

Her beauty is unmatched, and cannot be covered by makeup.

Her hair is piled high and her eyebrows are long and beautiful.

The lips are bright red, the teeth are white and shiny, the eyes are bright and charming, and the cheeks are full of power.

She is gorgeous and elegant, with a calm and relaxed demeanor.

Gentle and graceful in demeanor, charming in words. "

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You are just fooling me. How can there be such a beautiful person? Who are you trying to fool? You would say this with disdain.

Okay, I admit that maybe I exaggerated a bit just now, but my mother has fair skin, a tall and well-proportioned figure, especially her 96cm bust. G-cup breasts are definitely not fake (they are definitely not artificial).

Although my mother is 36 this year, she does not have many wrinkles and they are not obvious because she takes good care of herself, has a reasonable diet and regular exercise. Her skin is almost the same as when she was young, and her figure is 85% of her peak figure.

You say that I, a 17-year-old boy, am already mature in modern society and my blood is full. In addition, sexual concepts are becoming more and more open. Not long ago, there was news that sexual behavior is becoming younger and younger, with people tasting the forbidden fruit as young as 12 years old. In addition, all kinds of media information are also fueling the trend. The covers of gossip magazines on newsstands are very revealing, mostly showing female stars exposing their nipples. But compared with the Internet, that is really nothing. There is everything on the Internet now, including pornographic comics, movies, pictures, and nude photos... It has everything. Many classmates and I have seen them and exchanged ideas with each other. There are also many pornographic jokes in text messages.

In addition, there is a mature woman with a sweet face and a hot body like my mother who is by my side and in front of my eyes every day. Because we are located in the south and it is hot all year round, we don’t wear much clothes. My mother’s body basically shows infinite "tension" all the time.

She would touch my head and hug me from time to time. Her two plump and elastic weapons made me feel restless and my little brother in my crotch almost jumped out. Do you think I wouldn't be annoyed? But she is my mother after all, so I didn't have any improper thoughts. However, after I came into contact with a lot of beautiful literature and film and television works, a little inappropriate thought began to arise in my heart.

Those works depict the relations between men and women in an extremely beautiful and exquisite way, giving people endless reverie and making people feel that sex is a very beautiful and pleasant thing, unlike the traditional dirty and obscure one.

So I first had the idea of ​​seeing my mother naked with my own eyes.

So I often hung around my mother when she was mopping the floor, so that I could see her two plump breasts through the collar of her clothes. I also wandered around outside the bathroom when she was taking a bath, hoping to find a crack or hole in the wall. Unfortunately, the reinforced concrete house was so strong that I wanted to chop people.

But there is always a way out. Where there is a will, there is a way. Nowadays, technology and information are very advanced. I bought some pinhole cameras through the Internet. Due to my short money, I bought only common products. In a word, the effect was extremely poor. So the final picture of my mother coming out of the bath was horrible, just slightly better looking than a sow.

But that's enough to keep me daydreaming for a while.

Human desires are endless. After seeing my mother's naked body, I was only satisfied for a short while, and then I wanted to go further. It would be great if I could touch my mother's big breasts. If I could kiss and suck those white, flawless, soft and elastic breasts, then my life would not have been lived in vain.

But this is so difficult to do. For a moment, I lost interest in it and my mind was full of the possibility of touching my mother's breasts.

One night, I logged into my regular adult website, and a new post in the literature section caught my eye - "Feasibility Analysis of the Strategy to Seduce Your Mother".

I was immediately struck by the author's clear writing, tight logic, and detailed reasoning. The article has a high degree of rationality and the language is simple and concise. It truly reaches the realm of elementary school courses with a university perspective and university courses with elementary school teaching. The person who can write this article must be a genius.

So I also followed the article and analyzed the actual situation between myself and my mother, and found that not only was it very likely that I actually touched my mother's big breasts, but I might even develop a further relationship with her. What's more, it is not impossible for me to be united with her and live a happy (sexual) life from then on.

I couldn't sleep that night. My mind was full of possibilities, feasibility, possibilities, feasibility... I guess I was like this when Newton and Einstein were studying physics.

I was still in a daze in class the next day, and kept muttering: possibility, feasibility, possibility, feasibility... The physics teacher was so happy that he said that after teaching for more than ten years, he finally met a good horse, it was like Newton was alive.

When I logged in again the next night, I found that the same ID had posted a new article - "Operational Analysis of the Strategy for Seducing Mother".

My dear mother, the author of this article is my dear mother, that’s wrong, my dear father, that’s not right, my dear grandfather, that’s even more wrong. My admiration for the author is like the endless rushing of the river, like the flooding of the Yellow River, which is out of control. In life, it is the most difficult to find a soulmate.

The ancients said: It is difficult to find a soulmate; it is a once in a thousand year opportunity to meet a soulmate.

When you are at the lowest point in your life, you are lucky to have a soulmate to accompany and comfort you! Zi Xu should be content! He has no predecessors and no successors! Qualities such as selflessness, fairness, justice, correct sense of right and wrong, and concept of truth are embodied in him almost perfectly! Once he is alive, his reputation will last forever. With him, human society has lit a guiding light that will never go out! ...The following 36,482 words are omitted.

As a sequel to the first article, this article immediately surpasses Gao E's sequel to "Dream of Red Mansions". If the author of the first article is a genius, then the author of the second article is a genius among geniuses. If the author of the first article is Erzhu Rong, then the author of the second article is Chen Qingzhi; if the author of the first article is Pippen, then the author of the second article is Jordan; if the author of the first article is Cai Yan, then the author of the second article is Teresa Teng... 53,916 words are omitted below.

After reading it, I felt disappointed. Compared with the author of the article, I am like a firefly and a bright moon, the earth and the sun, a bacterium and an elephant, a 386 and a Pentium 4-core, a tricycle and a Bugatti Veyron... The following 16,327 words are omitted.

The examples he cited and the operability he talked about, in my opinion, there is no way I can do them. Everyone's situation is different and I can't apply them mechanically, so I immediately replied and said that I could do 8606-degree rotations in the air naked in the snow, 9.5 turns, 5-week bent-body front flip, 956-degree bent-body front flip, 6531-degree single-leg double backward handspring, 2-week bent-body turn, and kneel on the glass shards in a month. Please help! Please give me a few more examples so that I can learn the true teachings.

The author is clearly online, but there is no reply yet. I thought maybe he is busy, so I kept waiting and waiting, but why is there still no response until dawn? Time was running out, so I had to leave reluctantly, leaving the computer screen, leaving my room, leaving my home, and getting on the bus to school.

All day I kept wondering why he didn't reply. Was there something wrong with the forum system, or was it attacked by hackers? Blocked by XXX? ...The following 42,970 words are omitted.

Why am I so unlucky? I just saw a glimmer of hope, and then there was no movement. Am I going to spend my whole life in endless regret? These past few days I have truly experienced what it feels like to live every day like a year. I have never been so sad in my life. It feels like time is deliberately against me. I have waited for a long time, but the class is not over yet. This feeling is like when you suddenly have to poop in the middle of class, and it's very urgent, but the teacher doesn't let you go to the toilet, so you have to wait until the get out of class is over. My current feelings are even worse than that.

Zhu Ziqing wrote in "Haste": "Those who leave may leave, and those who come may come; how can there be any hurry in between? When I got up in the morning, two or three oblongs of slanting sunlight shone into the small room.

The sun has feet, and it moves lightly and furtively; I also follow its rotation in a daze.

Thus - the days pass by in the basin when washing hands, wear off in the bowl when eating, and pass away in front of the fixed eyes as silent as time.

I noticed that he was leaving in a hurry. When I stretched out my hand to stop him, he passed by my hand. When it was dark, I was lying on the bed, and he nimbly stepped over me and flew away from my feet. "

According to Zhu's description, time should have passed very quickly and passed by unknowingly, but I felt just the opposite. The sun did not move for a long time and the teacher's class seemed to take ten years to finish. If there was no bell for the end of get out of class, I felt that the lecture would not end until the seas dried up and the rocks crumbled. I could never fall asleep and I counted sheep for tens of thousands and it was still not midnight. I guess the difficult times that a daughter-in-law in ancient times had to endure to become a mother-in-law must have been very similar to my current feelings.

On this day, I logged into the website community as usual, and it showed that I had a new email. Feeling uneasy, I clicked on the email with trembling hands. Ah～～～～～～～, I felt a huge light shining out in front of the screen, so that I couldn’t look directly at it. "It’s not because the strong light I was looking at had more than just a simple image, it always looked the same; but my vision was constantly strengthening while I was looking at it. Because of this, while I was changing, a simple appearance, in my opinion, changed shape.

In the deep and bright substance of that sublime light, I seemed to have three circles of light, three circles of three colors, one scale; one circle seemed to be a reflection of another, as one rainbow reflects another, and the third circle was red as fire, it came equally from this side and that side, and it burned brightly.

Oh, how powerless are my words, and how feeble are my thoughts! Compared to what I witnessed, this was far from being "insignificant". "

(Dante - Divine Comedy) It took me a while to recover from the huge excitement, touching, excitement, gratitude, and the feeling of being unable to control myself... I omitted 352 words. It turned out that the author had replied to me. The words were not many, but I read it dozens of times and still had no idea what the letter said. It took me more than half an hour to calm myself down and read the letter word by word.

The letter reads: "Hello Xiaoming, I received your letter. I have been very busy with work recently and I have not been able to reply in time. Please understand.

From what you said in your letter, it seems that there is a great possibility that you will succeed. However, there are still many details and situations that I don’t know, and I need you to continue to tell me. "

When I calmed down and read the letter carefully many times, I found a problem.

The author calls me Xiaoming, but my forum ID is XXX. How does he know my name? Although I have been in this forum for a long time, I have never revealed any real circumstances concerning myself or the people around me. There is something strange about this. Could it be that I have met a pervert or a serial killer? Maybe I'm thinking too much, but there are similar plots in movies and TV shows and in many news reports, so I can't help but be more careful.

Thinking of this, I immediately closed all web pages, turned off the computer, and started thinking slowly.

In a certain place, in a certain building, in a certain room, a small window on an EIZO professional graphics-grade 30-inch LCD screen showed a dark mass. "Haha, it seems that this kid is not a fool. He is smarter than I expected. He found the problem so quickly. But you will still follow my plan..."

Someone whispered to himself.

I thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure out anything. Could it be that the author is someone around me? This is impossible. I know the people around me very well. There is no one who can write such a high-level article. Of course there are many people around me who are smarter and more capable than me, but I have never seen anyone with such a high level, not even half of this person's.

So, if he is not someone close to me, then why is he doing this? Coveting my mother's beauty? Well, this possibility is the most likely, and I must not let him succeed.

After I figured it out, I felt relieved, my waist no longer hurt, my legs no longer felt sore, my teeth were better, my appetite was better, food tasted more delicious, and I felt much better... 483 words saved.

After a few difficult days, I finally had a good night's sleep and slept soundly until dawn.

"Xiaoming, get up, you'll be late if you sleep any longer."

My mother's sweet voice rang out.

After a while, she came to my bedside, and seeing that I hadn't gotten up yet, she asked, "Why aren't you getting up yet? The teacher will criticize you if you're late."

I said, “I don’t feel well.”

My mother suddenly became nervous and leaned over to put her hand on my forehead. At this time, her full, round breasts were only 20 centimeters away from my head. Observing her at such a close distance was so shocking, intimidating and oppressive. My little brother immediately stood in salute and lifted up the quilt a little. Fortunately, my mother didn't notice.

"You don't seem to have a fever," Mom stretched her hand back, lowered her head, and touched her forehead to mine. At this time, the tip of her nose was only 0.5 meters away from the tip of my nose.

5 cm, her sexy and plump lips were less than 3 cm away from my lips, I almost couldn't control myself and moved closer, but I knew that if I did so, the consequences would be disastrous.

When my mother found out that I didn't have a fever, she suddenly looked enlightened and said, "Okay, don't try to play hooky by pretending to be sick. Get up quickly."

Having said that, he lifted my quilt and walked away.

Ladies and gentlemen, have you guessed that this is actually a classic routine I use to reward myself? Pretending to be sick can temporarily give me the opportunity to get close to my mother. Although the time is not long, it seems very good to me. However, the weakness of this trick is that it cannot be used too often. If used too much, the effect will not be good and it will not be convincing. My mother knows my body and I am in good health. It is impossible for me to get sick every other day.

The reason why she suddenly realized it was because I already had a criminal record.

This trick won’t work if we continue using it, we need to think of a new one quickly.

For several days I didn't go to the forum, and I didn't even use the computer, because I was afraid that the author would reach out to me.

Somewhere, some building, some room, in front of an EIZO professional graphics-grade 30-inch LCD screen.

"Hey, this kid is quite patient. Not bad, not bad. This is a bit more fun. It seems like it's time to give him a little treat..."

Someone said softly.

One day when I got home from school, I found a letter in the mailbox at my doorstep. It was addressed to me. It was strange. Who would send a letter to me?

As I thought about it, I opened the envelope and found a small key and a letter inside.

There was no content in the letter, just a picture with a number under it: 3158.

Strange, what is this? I went back to my room and studied the letter and the picture carefully. I cut the envelope open and looked carefully inside and out with a magnifying glass, but there was nothing there, it was all blank. Did I need to use water? I wet the envelope and found there was still nothing in it. Where was the letter? I tried all the methods I knew and had heard of, but still got nothing. The letter still had the same picture and number.

So what about the key? The workmanship looks very good, the material is very good, and it looks like it is used for high-end locks, but I don’t have such a thing at home? What is going on here? I walked back and forth in the room, thinking left and right, east and west, up and down, sometimes looking up at the ceiling, sometimes looking down at the instep of my feet. After working for several hours, I still had no idea at all.

When I passed my parents' room while eating, I glanced inside. As usual, an idea suddenly occurred to me while eating, and I shouted "Ah~~~~"

My mother was shocked and asked, "What are you doing? Why are you yelling instead of eating properly?"

I was stunned. How should I answer? Suddenly, he said, "Nothing, I just burned my tongue on the food."

"Oh, eat slowly, there's no rush. Dad won't be home for dinner today, so no one will snatch it from you."

My mother believed it.

Actually, I wasn't burned at all, I was just thinking about that picture.

I finished my meal in a few bites and immediately ran to my parents' room to watch it myself.

What was there in my parents' room that attracted me so much? It was a huge map of the city. Since my father was in charge of the sales of the company's products in the city and had to manage various sales outlets in the urban area, he specially bought a huge map of the city and hung it in the room, marking the specific location of each outlet so that he could conduct a comprehensive analysis and make overall arrangements.

Why was I so interested in the map? It was because I found that the picture in the anonymous letter was very similar to a part of this map, so I immediately ran back to my room, took the letter in my hand, ran back and stood in front of the city map to carefully compare it with the picture in the letter.

So that's it. The picture on the letter is an enlarged version of a block in the city. So what does this number mean? Which key is used to open which lock? I fell asleep with great curiosity, my mind full of the map, number and key. I only have two classes tomorrow afternoon and school ends at 2:30, so I can go there to take a look. Coincidentally, the place is not far from my school, and it is only 5 bus stops away.

After school the next day, I took the map and key to the location shown on the map. It was a high-end apartment building with many mailboxes downstairs. There was a set of numbers on each mailbox, which was exactly four digits. Could it be that 3158 was one of the mailboxes? I started searching among the row of mailboxes, and sure enough, one of them had the number 3158 clearly marked on it.

I took out the key and looked at it carefully. It seemed to match the keyhole on the mailbox. I inserted the key into the keyhole. There was a click. The key was inserted. Then I tried to turn the key. There was a click. The mailbox door opened a crack. I opened the mailbox door and there was a cardboard package inside. There was nothing written on it. I opened the package. Oh my God, Buddha, Allah... 269 words omitted. What did I see? What did I see? It was a string of English: SuperBigEyes, abbreviated as SBE. This is the world's top manufacturer of pinhole cameras and various spy surveillance cameras. The company is located in Germany and is positioned as the highest-end, so none of its products are cheap. The lowest price is several thousand euros.

I learned a little about it when I bought a voyeur device to peek at my mother taking a bath. The tone of the sex lovers talking about SBE is like that of car enthusiasts talking about Ferrari Enzo, photography enthusiasts talking about "white heads", and hardware enthusiasts talking about EIZO.

I didn't expect that I would be able to see it with my own eyes today.

There was a small notebook next to the device. I picked it up and flipped through it. It turned out to be a Chinese instruction manual.

This was simply a blessing from heaven. The resolution of this thing must be much higher than that of the cheap product I bought. I immediately put the package into my schoolbag and rushed home excitedly, hoping to see the actual effect immediately.

When I got home, I found my mother was at home. What should I do? How can I install the new device when my mother is at home? My eyes turned and a plan came to mind. I asked, "Mom, what are we having for dinner tonight?"

"French beans, shredded green peppers and potatoes, sea bass, and egg drop soup."

I said, "Mom, I want to eat chicken wings."

"There are no chicken wings at home."

My mother replied.

"Go buy some, I haven't eaten for a long time, please, Mom."

I acted like a spoiled brat.

"Okay, I'll buy it for you."

My mother agreed.

Oh yeah, the plan was accomplished. As soon as my mom left, I immediately dismantled the junk I had installed, installed SBE, turned on the computer, and what did I see? What did I see? The picture in the bathroom was extremely clear, and it was a world of difference compared to before. It was like playing World of Warcraft with a resolution of 800*600 using the onboard graphics card with all effects turned off, and playing World of Warcraft with a resolution of 1600*1200 using a 9800GX2 with all special effects turned on. It's like a person with 800 degrees of myopia looking at the same picture of a beauty without glasses and with glasses. Looking at the picture in the bathroom, I felt that the picture I had seen before was like in another world.

After dinner, I went back to my room early and waited for the show to begin. My mother takes a bath every day, so I can feast my eyes every day.

Here she comes, my mom is going into the bathroom. Wow, the picture is so clear, it’s probably clearer than what I see with my own eyes. Every detail is clear.

My mother took off her bra, and immediately her pair of plump fruits were exposed. This SBE product also has a 5x zoom function. I immediately enlarged the picture, and the pair of unusually plump, white and round breasts filled the entire screen in an instant.

"Hmm, so my mother's nipples are like this, her areolas are this color, the ratio of the nipples to the areolas is like this, and the ratio of the areolas to the breasts is like that..."

I was just like an antique appraisal expert who was identifying antiques from the Tang Dynasty with the same concentration and professionalism. Only then did I realize in such a clear picture how perfect my mother's breasts were, how white their color was, how sweet their shape was, and how the curves matched the pi... The following 836 words are omitted.

I think I am also a person who has seen countless pictures of various beauties, but at this moment I still sincerely admire that my mother's breasts are so incomparable. Thank God, thank the Lord, thank Allah, thank XXXTV, thank XXXTV... 3835 words omitted. In fact, the person I want to thank most is the anonymous person who gave me this equipment.

However, what Xiao Ming didn't know was that the image he saw also appeared on another screen.

Somewhere, on a certain building, in a certain room, a window on an EIZO professional graphics-grade 30-inch LCD screen displayed everything on Xiaoming's screen. Xiaoming knew nothing about it. However, what Xiaoming didn't know was that SBE's products had special driver software and could only produce the best picture effects on professional-grade display devices.

"The equipment specially made by the German XXX company is indeed extraordinary. My beauty, I can finally see your beautiful breasts..."

Someone said softly.

To know what happens next, please read the next chapter. Sexy Mother's Charm (Part 3) "Tsk tsk tsk, how come mom's breasts are so good? Too perfect, really a crime-inducing thing. They can at least be ranked in the top three of the XX weapon list, one of the legendary seven weapons, at least ranked in the top five of the world's sexiest breasts, the top seven of the most perfect breasts, the top six of the world's most exciting things, and the top eight of the most seductive things"... (3592 words omitted)

After taking off her bra, my mother began to take off her panties. When she bent over, her huge breasts became heavier. Her panties were taken off. Wow, I finally saw my mother's pubic hair. It turned out to be like this. My mother's pubic hair is oval-shaped and looks very thick. It appears especially black against her fair skin. I didn't expect that my mother has such a sweet face, but the hair down there is so lush.

Ever since I saw my mother's exposed breasts, my little brother has been standing straight. Now I can't help it anymore, so I immediately unzip my pants, and whoosh, my little brother rushed out with an acceleration comparable to that of XX-7 when it took off. He was as anxious as a hungry person rushing to bread, like a person who was eager to be reincarnated and sacrificed generously, like the final sprint of XX 110-meter hurdles, like a butt that had been holding back its poop for a whole class and wanted to have close contact with the toilet... (1036 words omitted below)

As soon as the little brother came out, the right hand immediately put it on with a very skillful movement. The speed of nerve reflex was only 0.000001 seconds, and then he kept stroking it. At this time, Mom had taken off all her clothes and started walking towards the bathtub. Oh, NOOOOOOO!

After she stepped into the bathtub, she pulled up the curtain, and suddenly the pattern of the curtain was all I could see. I was stroking to the critical moment, and this sudden blow really "damaged" me, just like I had been holding my pee for 2 hours, and when I was happily peeing, suddenly I was asked to stop.

It's like when you are chewing delicious food and the taste is lingering on your teeth and cheeks, but just when you are about to swallow it down your throat, you are asked to spit it all out; it's like flirting with a sexy and charming beauty like my mother for a long time, touching her breasts and kissing her, and my penis is already hard enough to forge iron.

I rubbed it outside the vagina for a long time but was not allowed to penetrate... (28364 words omitted) It was really annoying. I immediately began to adjust the camera's position, angle and screen size, while continuing to stroke it with my left hand. This is the real way of shooting with both hands, and both hands have to be "hard".

As a result, impatient people cannot eat hot tofu. The more anxious I was, the worse things would happen. What should have moved left moved right, and what should have been enlarged shrunk. I frantically adjusted it for a long time before I could see a little bit of my mother's head and half of her chest. It was better than nothing, and because the shower head kept dripping water, the picture was very bad.

But life must go on, right? Keep working hard with your right hand, relying on the images on the screen and the outstanding, amazing, superhuman, unparalleled, unprecedented, overcoming all obstacles and climbing to the top... (2938 words omitted) imagination.

I finally ejaculated and breathed a sigh of relief. Then Mom turned off the shower, dried herself, opened the curtain, came out, and started to get dressed. Since it was night, I took a shower and was getting ready to go to bed, so I directly put on my new underwear and pajamas and came out of the bathroom.

Then she walked to my room and said, "Xiaoming, Mom has finished taking a shower, you should go take a shower and go to bed." I didn't expect her to come directly to me. When I heard Mom's footsteps, I was almost scared to death. I had just ejaculated and hadn't cleaned up yet, and my little brother was still outside. What should I do if Mom saw it?

I exerted force with my feet and quickly pulled the chair under the table so that my mother couldn't see it. Then I turned off the screen at a speed as fast as lightning, as fast as a flash, as quick as a bolt of lightning, as fast as a bolt of lightning, and as fast as a thousand miles... (8374 words omitted).

Then he grabbed a book and opened it in front of him, and responded to his mother with a standard, flawless son's smile, and said, "Okay, Mom, I'll go wash it right away." If the famous directors XX Mou and XX Borg saw this scene, they would definitely nominate me for the XX Card Best Acting Award.

Then my mother left for the bedroom. If she had looked carefully, she would have noticed that there was some white liquid dripping from my right index finger. For the whole night, my mind was full of my mother's beautiful big breasts and seductive and sexy body. I ejaculated several times in the bed before I fell asleep.

The next day, I installed the camera in a better position when my mother was not at home, so that I could still see most of the situation even with the curtains drawn. From then on, I would watch my mother take a bath every day and ejaculate at least once a day.

Whenever I see my mother, I think about how she looks when she takes a bath, and imagine how beautiful and attractive her naked body is under her clothes. At the same time, my gratitude to the anonymous person who gave me this SBE device has grown stronger.

Due to frequent masturbation, a series of consequences occurred. I often felt tired, listless, had difficulty concentrating in class, and my physical fitness declined. The teacher noticed this and called my mother. My mother asked me what was wrong and whether I was feeling unwell or sick recently.

How could she know that it was all because of her charming body that caused all the trouble. I couldn't say, "Mom, let me touch your big tits, let me suck your nipples, and preferably have sex with me, then all my problems will be solved."

This period of watching reality shows every day did not last long. My inner desires began to stir again, and my lust was not satisfied again. Although I had seen my mother's body, it was only visual, and through the computer screen. Moreover, there was nothing new in her bathing style every time. She only had those few moves and routines. Watching them every day, day after day, I inevitably developed some aesthetic fatigue after watching them for a long time.

The more I watched shows, the more I wanted to actually touch, smell, and even kiss, lick, and bite with my teeth. But how can I achieve all this?

I pondered over it, but what could I come up with with my ordinary mind? The author's ID appeared in my mind again. Yes, yes, only someone as smart as him could come up with a good way to help me turn my ideas into reality.

At this point, I had forgotten about the possible harm that the author might cause, and was only thinking about how to achieve my goal. By the way, why not go to the forum and see if anyone has written any new posts? Maybe they can help me realize my dream.

I thought of taking immediate action, and after logging onto the forum with great hope, I was disappointed to find that no one had written any new posts. However, after a while, the system prompted me that I had a new email on the site.

After opening it, I found that it was written by the author. Here is his ID: Hercules (Hercules, the greatest hero in Greek mythology and Roman mythology. The son of Zeus and Alcmene. He was extremely brave and completed twelve heroic feats. In addition, he also participated in the Argos expedition to help Jason find the Golden Fleece and rescued Prometheus.)

There were only three words in the letter: "Is it useful?" ! ! ? ? ? ? Could it be that Hercules is the one who gave me the SBE equipment? But these three words alone can’t explain anything. I can’t be sure of this. I immediately replied, “What’s useful?”

Hercules replied quickly, it seems he is online. The reply consisted of only three letters: "SBE", but these three letters represented so many things. Sure enough, Hercules was the one who gave me the SBE device.

But why would he give such expensive equipment to a stranger like me? I replied, "Great! Who are you?" Hercules replied, "Do you have MSN? If so, add me and we can chat. My address is: "

I immediately opened MSN and added the address. After a while, Hercules came online, and his profile picture was completely black. I started chatting with him via MSN. (Psychological activities are in brackets, author's note)

Me: Who are you?

Hercules: It doesn't matter who I am, I can help you.

Me: Why are you helping me?

Hercules: Because I understand you.

Me: How can you understand me?

Hercules: Think about the post I wrote.

Me: (Yes, the two great posts written by Hercules are indeed extraordinary, with a lot of psychological analysis and logical reasoning. Many netizens replied that Hercules wrote what they have always wanted to say but could not say or express well, and said the most original, direct and pure things in their hearts. Many like-minded people have a strong resonance with these two posts)

Hercules: I understand everything about you, your actions and your thoughts.

Me: I don’t believe it.

Hercules: You're thinking about your mother right now

Hercules: You are thinking about how to touch, that is, actually touch

Me: (Amazing! How did he know what I was thinking?)

Hercules: Now you won't let me help you.

Me: Of course I would, but I always feel weird about it.

Hercules: I am willing to help you because I can relate to the pain, struggle, and confusion revealed in the letters you wrote to me, and I am willing to help you get rid of all of it.

Me: You have no other purpose?

Hercules: Why should I have any other purpose?

Me: I don’t know, I just know there is no free lunch in the world.

Hercules: You are very smart. Let me tell you, that SBE equipment was specially made by me. There are no more than 60 sets in the world. Did I ask you about the fees? Me: (It turned out to be custom-made, no wonder the effect is so good)

Me: I can’t accept such a valuable thing. I will return it to you another day.

Hercules: I lend this to you voluntarily. If you don't want to use it one day, just return it to me.

Me: (He gave me such an expensive thing, it seems that he is really willing to help me. Seeing that he has such financial resources, if he wanted to harm me, I would have disappeared long ago)

Me: Why don’t you help others but help me?

Hercules: I helped others as well, you just don't know it, and your letter is very sincere.

Me: Are you really willing to help me without any other purpose?

Hercules: I need your consent before I can help you. Is it so difficult to accept my kindness?

Me: Of course I agree, but how can you help me?

Hercules: Don't worry about that. All you have to do is do me a few small favors.

Me: What’s the favor?

Hercules: I'll tell you later. I'll download it first, 88

Me: 88

MSN shows that Hercules is offline. Hercules is willing to help me, that's great. I was immersed in extreme excitement that night, thinking about how long I would have to wait for my wish to come true, what I could do when my wish came true, how I would do it, how I could do it, and to what extent I could do it... (7365 words omitted)

What Xiaoming didn't know was that the font, size, and color used in Hercules' MSN were very particular, and his wording and frequency were carefully designed.

Somewhere, some building, some room, in front of an EIZO professional graphics-grade 30-inch LCD screen. "He agreed so quickly. I haven't even used many of my psychological suggestion and hypnosis techniques yet. He's just a child after all..." someone said softly.

For several days, Hercules was not online and there was no new message on the forum. I was so anxious, even more anxious than when I was waiting for a reply in the first place (see the end of (I) and the beginning of (II), author's note). This feeling of seeing a spark of hope and then suddenly extinguishing it is really hard to express in words.

Tonight, shortly after logging into MSN, I was notified that Hercules was online. I immediately sent him a message, asking him why he only came today. I almost committed a crime. Hercules replied that he had done some research to help me and now needed some information from me.

He said, "Xiaoming, now go make a list for me of the books your mother has read. It should be detailed, including the title, author, publisher, publication date, word count, price, and preferably the time of purchase. For magazines, indicate the earliest and latest issues."

I said, "There are so many things, it's too troublesome, can we just not do it?"

Hercules said: "If you want to realize your dream, you must pay. This little thing is nothing. It will only take 2-3 days. Doing this is to design the best action plan for you."

I agreed, and then Hercules said, "Do you know your mother's birthday?"

I said, "I know that. It's the 4th of next month."

Hercules said, "Okay, I understand. Go ahead and prepare. When you have the statistics, email me. I bet 88."

I was just about to ask further details, but Hercules had already gone offline. I had no choice but to wait. Good things take time. For two days in a row, I worked as hard as I did when I was catching up with the UK and the US. I worked non-stop, forgot about food and sleep, worked day and night, worked under the stars, sweated profusely, and didn't eat or drink... (8609 words omitted) Finally, I finished the statistical data of the book. I didn't want to delay for a moment, and sent it to Hercules immediately.

The next day, Hercules replied to me. He said that the information I prepared was very detailed and would be very helpful for me to realize my dream. He also suggested getting some photos of my parents' bedroom for him to refer to.

Without saying a word, I picked up my camera and started taking pictures. I guess even the Oscar winner for Best Cinematography would have to admit defeat when seeing me like this. As a result, I took hundreds of photos from multiple angles, multiple ranges, multiple light sources, multiple planes... (3766 words omitted) and sent them to Hercules.

Because there were so many photos and they were so large in size, it took me one day and two nights to send them all. Then, Hercules replied that he had received the photos and that he had never realized that you had some talent for photography.

Then he changed the subject and said that it would be my mother's birthday on the 4th of next month, which is 10 days later. He prepared a birthday gift for me and asked me to give it to my mother, which would help promote the relationship between my mother and me.

Since I am an only child, my parents spoil me more. They hold a grand celebration for my birthday, but they don’t seem to need to celebrate their own birthdays, so I have never given them birthday presents.

Giving your mother a birthday gift is indeed a good idea to enhance the relationship.

The day before my mother's birthday, I received another letter from Hercules. There were only four numbers on it: 3158. I knew that the birthday gift must have been placed in mailbox 3158.

So I arrived there with ease, opened the mailbox, and found a beautifully wrapped gift box inside. I carefully put the box into my schoolbag and took it home.

The next day, I returned home early after school. My mother was preparing dinner. I asked her to stop what she was doing, then solemnly took out the gift box and said to her, "Happy birthday."

Of course my mother was very moved, she even cried with joy, and kept saying that Xiaoming had grown up and become sensible. Then she hugged me affectionately, and the two large lumps of soft flesh on her chest immediately came into close contact with me. At the same time, I had to try my best to hold back and not let my little brother salute that pair of huge breasts. I can't tell you how sad I was.

Fortunately, the hug didn't last long before my mother let me go and opened the gift. I was also very curious about what kind of gift Hercules would prepare. It was a very delicate, exquisite and colorful handicraft, probably used as a home decoration. It was obvious that my mother liked it very much. I guess Hercules made the choice based on my mother's personality traits and various preferences.

While praising me highly, my mother asked me where I got the money to buy the gift. I immediately replied that it was the pocket money I saved, which further improved my mother's impression of me.

On that day, mom cooked a lot of delicious food, and showed the gift to dad when he came back. However, dad's reaction was not as big as mom's. He just said perfunctorily that the gift was nice, and gave me a few bland compliments for my sensible behavior.

During dinner, my mother kept picking up food for me and praising me. Even I felt a little dizzy, as if touching that pair of beautiful breasts was just around the corner.

On that day, my mother placed the handicraft on the bedside table in the bedroom. Even a blind man could see the love in her eyes. However, what Xiaoming and his mother didn't know was that this was more than just a handicraft.

In a certain place, in a certain building, in a certain room, in front of an EIZO professional graphics-grade 30-inch LCD screen, a window on the screen showed an image of Xiaoming's mother's bedroom, and another window showed the thermal radiation image of two human bodies.

"That woman won't like the gift I chose, but the built-in eavesdropping device, thermal imager, sonar positioning system, and the latest camera device developed by SBE cost me a lot of money. I hope it's worth it..." someone said softly.

For a whole month, Hercules did not tell me any further plans or action plans. Instead, he gave me a series of book lists, including large-scale works by Freud, Maslow, Jung and others, as well as some modern psychology books such as "Developmental Psychology" and "Sexual Psychology", and asked me to read and study them carefully. He said that they would be of great long-term benefit to the realization of my goals, because knowing yourself and your enemy will ensure victory in a hundred battles.

I think that makes sense. The more I understand my mother's psychology and the better I understand it, the better the result will be.

So I studied very hard for this month. I thought that with this kind of enthusiasm, getting into Harvard, Yale, or Princeton, let alone a key provincial university, would be a piece of cake. I might even win a couple of Nobel Prizes.

What Xiaoming didn't know was that the mysterious man in front of the EIZO display screen had used that multifunctional craft to observe Xiaoming's mother Xiao Meijuan's life for an entire month in great detail.

He was sitting in front of the display screen with a folder in his hand. Inside was Xiao Meijuan's personal information, including height, weight, blood type, graduation school, work experience, and even birth certificate and medical records. He really didn't know where the mysterious man got it from.

Then, the mysterious man picked up a pocket recorder in his right hand, pressed the record button, and said: "The third recording was on Sunday, November 16, 2008, starting at 15:20:16. Based on the information currently obtained, the results obtained by the variable model are within an acceptable range. The following supplement is made to Xiao Meijuan's personal situation: "1. She has a mild mysophobia and hates her husband's tone;

2. The sex life with her husband was not harmonious and did not last long, only 5 minutes and 27 seconds;

3. Based on one month's observation, the frequency of sexual life is estimated to be 0.83 times per month;

4. Based on the analysis of the thermal imaging camera images during sexual activities, the sensitive parts of the body are inferred to be nipples, breasts, inner thighs, armpits, and other parts are unknown;

5. He did not achieve orgasm during sexual activity, and it is inferred that the number of times he achieved orgasm was very rare or zero…”

While he was recording, his words were also displayed on the computer screen. It seemed that the computer he was using also had a voice input function.

Finally, a white thumb with beautifully manicured nails pressed the end button, "Recording ends, time 16:36:14."

"I do not know how the world sees me. But I myself think that I am just like a child playing on the seashore, and from time to time I am happy to pick up a smoother stone or a more beautiful shell than usual, but I am completely unaware of the ocean of truth before me."

——Issac Newton If any Harvard psychology professor or CIA criminal psychology expert heard the above recording, they would resign immediately out of shame, because compared with the person speaking in the recording, they are like the child picking up shells mentioned by Newton. Even if the person speaking in the recording cannot be compared to the ocean, he can at least be compared to a sea area of ​​more than ten kilometers in radius. "Looks like we can implement Plan A." The mysterious man muttered to himself.

Today, Xiao Meijuan walked out of the house as usual, opened the mailbox, picked up all the mails inside, turned around and walked back into the house. After entering the room, she checked the letters one by one. Most of them were advertisements and brochures of direct mail companies. Suddenly, there was a letter, and the envelope was addressed to Mrs. Xiao Meijuan. Xiao Meijuan was not only puzzled, but also wondered who wrote this letter. She opened it and found a single page of letter paper with a poem on the front:

If I love you——

You are not like the climbing trumpet creeper, using your high branches to show off yourself;

If I love you——

Never learn to be a lovelorn bird

Repeating monotonous songs for the green shade;

More than just a fountain

Bringing cool comfort all year round;

Not just like a dangerous peak

Increase your height and highlight your majesty.

Even daylight.

Even spring rain.

No, that's not enough! I must be a kapok tree next to you, standing with you as a tree.

Roots, holding tight in the ground

Leaves touch each other in the clouds.

Every gust of wind blows

We all greeted each other, but no one understood our words.

You have your copper branches and iron trunks, like knives and swords

It also resembles a halberd;

I have my red flowers

Like a heavy sigh, and like a heroic torch.

We share the cold waves, winds, thunderbolts;

We share the mist, the clouds and the rainbow.

It seems like they are separated forever, yet they depend on each other for life.

This is great love, and loyalty lies here: not only loving your tall and majestic body, but also loving the position you insist on and the land under your feet.

This is Shu Ting's "To the Oak Tree". There is only one sentence on the back of the letter: I envy the oak tree. The letter was unsigned and was entirely handwritten in small calligraphy with a brush. The characters were very elegant and graceful, and unrestrained. "To the Oak Tree" is a poem that Xiao Meijuan likes very much, and it carries her original hope for love. This is a beautiful and profound lyrical poem.

The poet uniquely chose the two central images of "kapok" and "oak", embodying delicate and gentle yet deep and strong emotions in novel and vivid images.

The love it expresses is not only pure and passionate, but also noble and great. Although the poem uses novel imagery, the language is not difficult to understand but rather has colloquial characteristics. The novelty carries a fresh aura and subtle hints, giving people unlimited room for imagination.

This seems like a love letter, but who would write a love letter to me?

Xiao Meijuan couldn't help but think, I'm already old, could it be that my husband is playing a joke on me? It should be like this.

Xiao Meijuan couldn't help but feel happy. She didn't expect her husband to be so romantic after being married for many years. But during dinner, her husband Yu Bin behaved as usual, which made Xiao Meijuan feel strange.

Later, when he was lying on the bed, Yu Bin still didn't show any special expression. Could it be that it wasn't written by my husband? Yes, don't I know my husband's handwriting? He only writes his own name better, and the rest is the same as ordinary people. The handwriting on that letter is so elegant and outstanding, it definitely couldn't be written by my husband. Could it be that he asked someone else to write it?

Thinking of this, Xiao Meijuan couldn't help but ask, "Husband, have you written any letters recently?" Yu Bin: "No, a letter?! Who would I write to?" Xiao Meijuan: "Oh, nothing." The couple didn't say a word to each other all night. It seems that it was not written by my husband, so who could it be? Xiao Meijuan thought about it all night.

The next day, another letter from Mrs. Xiao Meijuan appeared in the mailbox, with the same handwriting as the last time. Xiao Meijuan opened it and found only a piece of letter paper inside. On the front was a painting, a portrait of a woman from the side and back. It should have been casually sketched with a pencil or charcoal. The lines are not very delicate, but they perfectly form a woman's beautiful image and charm, even her elegant and lively temperament.

She has the same golden ratio figure as a classical sculpture, clear facial features and a gentle charm. Her long hair is spread out behind her back. It is clearly rough charcoal, but you can feel the soft and smooth luster of the hair.

These already beautiful parts are combined together with a broader, deeper and more harmonious beauty. Anyone who sees them will be shocked. This kind of beauty is enough to make any man bow down and be intoxicated, and make women suppress their jealousy with admiration and respect.

The painting does not depict the woman's facial features from the front, but just this side view is enough to captivate all viewers. This should be what Xiao Meijuan looked like when she was young, seen from behind at a slightly different angle. No, that's not right. The person in the painting is 70% similar to her when she was young, or even more beautiful than she was when she was young.

This painting was actually created based on Xiao Meijuan's current appearance and her imagination of what she looked like when she was young. Why did the painter only paint the back when his painting skills were so superb? The only sentence on the back of the letter gave the answer: My clumsy hands cannot express even one percent of your beauty.

Now Xiao Meijuan was sure that this letter was definitely not written by her husband or anyone she knew. The artistic accomplishment of the person who painted this picture and the person who could write such words was astonishing. There would never be such a person around her.

So, who could this person be? Xiao Meijuan's curiosity was strongly aroused.

Being praised by such a great person as "My clumsy hands cannot express even one percent of your beauty", Xiao Meijuan's vanity reached its highest point ever.

That day, Xiao Meijuan spent a long time in the shower looking at her naked body in the mirror and stroking her smooth skin. While lamenting the passing of time, she was also glad that she had taken good care of herself and that finally someone could appreciate her beauty.

On the third day, there was also a letter from Mrs. Xiao Meijuan, but this time it was three pages long. The content was full of praise and eulogy for women. At the same time, a lot of words were used to praise Xiao Meijuan's femininity, maternal virtues and other unique beauty of women. The letter was also written in the elegant small regular script. After reading the letter, Xiao Meijuan's liking for the writer suddenly became warmer, and at the same time, she became more curious about the writer.

On the fourth day, Xiao Meijuan was already looking forward to receiving that man's letter. This time the letter was four pages long and contained praise and eulogy for the female body. There were many descriptions of naked bodies, breasts, and even genitals in the letter, but the language used was very beautiful and lively, giving people an unusually beautiful and even enjoyable and happy feeling.

There were two pages in the letter describing Xiao Meijuan. Xiao Meijuan blushed as she read them and couldn't help thinking: Am I really that beautiful?

If so, why does my husband always turn a blind eye to it? Are you tired of the aesthetics after such a long time? If not, do you want me to reject such elegant words? That night, Xiao Meijuan thought about the contents of the letter for a long time.

On the fifth day, the letter was five pages long and contained praise and eulogy for the relationship between men and women. It was a perfect interpretation of the tenderness and sweetness of the mutual attraction, love and longing between men and women, the most true and pure emotion in the world.

If Aunt Qiong Yao read this, she would probably stop writing for at least 200 years, because compared to this article, she can't even form a sentence. Xiao Meijuan couldn't help but sigh, wondering if there really is such a passionate and delicate man in the world, and what kind of person is writing to me? The curiosity and favorable impression towards the letter writer are further enhanced.

On the sixth day, the letter was six pages long and contained praises and eulogies of sex, especially descriptions of orgasm and sexual pleasure. After reading it, Xiao Meijuan's face turned red, her breasts swelled, and her nipples stood erect. The trickle of fluid from below had already soaked her underwear and seeped into her trousers, leaving a large mark on the bed sheet.

It was the first time that Xiao Meijuan was wet for so long and so much because of reading. In order to avoid being discovered by her husband and son, she immediately changed her underwear and bed sheets.

After Xiao Meijuan finished, she felt a little panic, a little shame, a little pleasure, a little vulgarity, a little strangeness, a little expectation, and a little self-blame... (29,348 words omitted below). She couldn't help but wonder why the writer wrote such a letter to me, what was his purpose, and what kind of person was he. Xiao Meijuan felt that she could no longer see through the writer, and at the same time she was extremely looking forward to the arrival of the seventh letter.

However, there was no new letter on the seventh day. Xiao Meijuan couldn't help wondering what was going on. Was the post office closed or the deliveryman on leave? There was still no letter on the eighth day, nor on the ninth day, nor on the tenth day. Xiao Meijuan felt lost and often distracted. She checked the mailbox many times every day, so much so that Xiao Ming and Yu Bin felt very strange. Xiao Meijuan used the excuse that she was checking whether the bills had arrived to plan the household budget for next month.

On the thirteenth day, when Xiao Meijuan had given up hope, she saw the seventh letter lying quietly in the mailbox. She was so excited that she almost screamed out loud. The letter contained only one page of paper. On the front was a painting, an extremely realistic painting of a woman's lower body, and next to it was a hymn called "The Gate of the World".

When Xiao Meijuan first saw the painting, she was shocked, wondering how the writer had suddenly become so vulgar. But after seeing the poem next to it, she had a complicated feeling in her heart. There was also only one sentence behind the letter: true beauty.

From then on, Xiao Meijuan never received any letters from the mysterious person again. For a moment, she felt a little uncomfortable because she had already become accustomed to the wonderful feeling of receiving and reading letters.

In the end, she regarded it all as a joke from God, but the impact of those letters on her remained buried deep in her heart, waiting for the right time.

Xiao Meijuan read each letter alone in her bedroom. She thought no one would know. In fact, her reaction to each letter was reflected in great detail on an EIZO display screen and seen by someone. Even the changes in heartbeat and body temperature were not missed and were all recorded in a special document.

"Looks like we can move on to the next step." Someone said softly. After reading so many books in a month, Hercules gave me a new task and asked me to pick up girls. He said that this was to put the theories learned from reading into practice, to test the truth through practice, and to accumulate practical experience for achieving future goals. When I think about it, it makes sense. I have never touched a woman's hand in my life. When the day comes when my dream comes true, it will be so bad to be in a rush. He first helped me summarize the following points:

1. Expand your social network.

To pursue a woman, you must first get to know her, so popularity is very important. You should be nice to everyone around you, and word of mouth is especially important. Regardless of whether you are a man or a woman, ugly or beautiful, you should treat everyone equally. Do not distance yourself from another person just because he or she is ugly, nor should you accommodate him or her just because she or she is beautiful, and be willing to be used by her or her.

In a word: Be sincere to your friends, help when you can, but refuse when it comes to principles. Don't associate it with appearance, figure, etc. As long as you are sincere to people and have a good reputation, your social network will naturally expand and you will have more prey. Don't act blindly, as you will suffer a great loss if you miss.

The first target in a circle is very important. If you fail the first time, it will be difficult to succeed the second time. No woman is willing to accept a man who has been abandoned by the women around her. At the same time, you can't pick up someone who is too easy to pick up in the first time. No woman is willing to take over a man who has dated women who are not as good as herself.

Therefore, no matter what circle you are in, it is important to maintain friendships, but the degree must be controlled well. Basically, as long as the other party thinks of you first when he or she has problems, you have succeeded. You can call you at any time if you make up your mind.

Most nice women will not spend the money of a man who is not pursuing them. It is common for friends to go AA when they go out together.

This stage is the most ideal. Even if the woman has a boyfriend, you can still be in an advantageous position because you and this woman are innocent. If her man is unhappy, it means he is stingy. If her man treats her badly, she will take the initiative to come to you to confide in you.

In fact, this woman also understands that you are her last line of defense.

So her man is in a very passive position, but he still has to help you support your future lover. As for dealing with single women, you have to be more careful, express yourself naturally, and don't chase them, just hook them.

2. Control your desires.

Many people have fallen into this trap. If you look at a woman's breasts a few more times without paying attention, you may put yourself in a passive position, because having desires means you have needs for women, and if you have demands, you are easily controlled by others. Therefore, the more you want something, the more open-minded you should be. This is easy to say, but quite difficult to do.

Hercules introduced several tips: After you have identified your target, you should start to control your feelings towards her. Think more about her picking her nose when going to the toilet every day. Think about a woman picking her nose when going to the toilet 50 times a day. After a week, you will not have much appetite when eating with her.

Will I get hurt in this situation? It doesn’t matter if you can’t catch her. Once you catch her, you can slowly adjust your mentality. Even if you go to bed and can't get an erection before you adjust yourself, you can use the excuse that you didn't buy a condom and not do it, and you can also leave a good impression of being responsible.

This is how a gentleman is born. After reaching the level of looking at women without looking at their breasts and buttocks, the basic skills can be considered to have been somewhat accomplished. Impatience is the key to lust, because impatience leads to lust. There is no man who is not lustful, but trouble will arise when one is in a hurry. Hercules gave an example. When an old client went to another place to find a prostitute, he would usually negotiate the price first. If the prostitute took off her pants as soon as she approached him, it would be difficult to negotiate the price. The same goes for getting along with women, you really can't be impatient.

Hercules said that he had also experienced the feeling of losing his appetite, and it was easy to deal with. Just spend time with more women, and if conditions are right, you can also prepare a few sex buddies to distract your attention. Once your attention is distracted, you won't be too anxious, you won't make mistakes, you won't drag your feet because you're reluctant to send a woman home, you won't be unable to resist calling to harass others every day, then regret it after the call, worrying about saying the wrong thing and so on.

3. Life trajectory.

This is the most important thing. Whether you can pick up a woman is the key. To put it bluntly, if the life trajectories of two people are roughly similar, the man must be stronger than the woman. If the two people are not from the same world, the man must find a way to drag the woman into his own life trajectory and let her integrate into it. This is the long-term solution.

A temporary trick may work to trick someone into bed, but the real way is to trick someone for a lifetime.

To put it simply, if a woman is working outside, it will be easy for her to get ahead if she does better than her. If she is a career-oriented woman, it will be easy for her to get ahead if she does better than her.

If they are from two different worlds, it will be more troublesome. First of all, you need to let her understand your circle of life and be interested in it. Once she integrates into your circle, her advantages will naturally disappear. Women have a worship complex for men in their bones and like men who are stronger than themselves. If a man is inferior to this woman in every way, there is no reason for them to be together.

The best impression a man can give to a woman is that sometimes he wants the woman to admire him, and sometimes he acts like a child who needs the woman's care. Basically at this point this woman is the type that can't be kicked away.

As for how to attract a woman's attention and interest to the areas you are good at, Hercules said that this is a bit technical. Xiaoming, you have to take it step by step and not be too hasty. The best way is of course to pay attention to your own improvement and have a wider range of interests and hobbies.

But this is very tiring. The simpler way is to just do what your goal is and do what you like, just be better than her.

Nowadays, many women like money the most, which is the most troublesome thing. What most men do is to make their women feel that they have potential. If they don’t have money for now, they can get it in the future by working together. A smart man will make his woman feel that peace is a blessing and that she can still live happily even without money.

In addition, there are other unique secrets to picking up girls. Hercules said he would teach me when my level reaches a higher level in the future. Oh my God, Hercules is simply the reincarnation of a romantic hero. With his help, won’t it be easy for me to get that woman? With great admiration and awe for Hercules (7367 words omitted below), I started a vigorous campaign to pick up girls.

One day, Xiao Meijuan was home alone. Ring...ring...ring...the phone suddenly rang. She wondered if her husband was not coming back for dinner again. Xiao Meijuan walked while thinking about answering the phone.

Xiao Meijuan: "Hello?" There was no sound on the other end of the phone. She thought it was not her husband calling.

Xiao Meijuan: "Hello, who are you looking for?" There was still no sound on the other end of the phone. Maybe someone called the wrong number, she thought.

Xiao Meijuan: "Hello, is anyone listening? If you don't say anything, I'll hang up."

A man's deep and magnetic voice came from the other end of the phone: "Gate of the World"

Xiao Meijuan: "You... it was you...??! Did you write the letter?!"

Man: “It’s me.”

Xiao Meijuan: "You...you...who are you?" she asked nervously.

Man: "Is my letter well written?"

Xiao Meijuan: "Okay... okay... yes, why didn't you write later?"

Man: "Because there are things I want to tell you directly."

Xiao Meijuan: "What do you want to tell me?" Her heart began to beat faster.

Man: "These words may be a little sensitive, I'm afraid you don't want to hear them."

Xiao Meijuan: "What sensitive words? Who are you?" Could it be that kind of words? (Meaning I love you or something like that, author’s note) she thought to herself.

Man: "I am your loyal admirer."

Xiao Meijuan: "Who are you? How did you know my home phone number?"

Man: "There are some words that have been lingering in my mind, and I really want to tell you."

Xiao Meijuan: "You...you...what do you want to say?"

Man: "I want to talk to you about sex and love." He spoke clearly.

Xiao Meijuan: "I don't want to hear it. Don't call me again." So that's what she said.

Man: "Madam, sex is wonderful, don't you want to experience the ultimate pleasure?"

Xiao Meijuan: "You are so obscene. I am going to call the police."

Man: "Madam, I really hope to climb your towering peaks. There must be unknown tenderness there."

Xiao Meijuan: "Stop talking, I'm really going to call the police!!"

Man: "Madam, please don't be like this. I just want to gallop across your vast wilderness and anchor in the center of your rippling paddy fields. That is my peaceful home."

Xiao Meijuan: "Shut up, you're vulgar and shameless." She cursed, but a string in her heart was plucked by the beautiful and moving poetic words, and the crevice became a little wet.

Man: "Madam, I may be shameless, but I am definitely not hypocritical. You have read my letter. It is absolutely from my heart. If I tell a lie, God will punish me..."

Xiao Meijuan: "What nonsense are you talking about? Stop swearing." She interrupted the man anxiously.

Man: "Madam, do you know how excited, thrilled, and happy I am every time I see your graceful, charming, beautiful, and stunning figure? Whenever I see your blouse bulging with your breasts, the devil in my heart makes me sad. I can't help but imagine what's inside the clothes. I think it must be very attractive and full, don't you think so, madam?"

Xiao Meijuan: "You are so vulgar. Please stop calling me to harass me. You are so shameless! I will hang up right now!" Although she scolded angrily, she did not hang up the phone.

Man: "Wait, ma'am, especially when I see your white and tender thighs, my heart is intoxicated, it is really the most beautiful picture in the world."

Xiao Meijuan: "Stop talking, you shameless pervert."

Man: "Madam, can you tell me what your paradise looks like? I can't sit still when I think of it."

Xiao Meijuan: "You...you...shut up! You pervert!!"

Man: "Madam, all men are as lustful and vulgar as me, even your son..."

Xiao Meijuan: "You...you shut up, you are not allowed to talk about my son."

Man: "Madam, actually I'm not that old. I can be your son. How about you describe that place to me? I will be very grateful, okay?" He finally said in a semi-coquettish tone.

Xiao Meijuan's face was already red at this time, she was both embarrassed and angry, and she didn't respond for a long time.

Man: "Is it a very black color? Or is it pink like the white girls in foreign countries? Madam, please describe it, please, please."

Xiao Meijuan: "I told you that you won't call me again, right?"

Man: "Hmm... maybe. Tell me soon. I'm so tired of waiting."

Xiao Meijuan: "Yes... yes... it's brown... brown-purple."

Man: "Oh, I see. This is really the color of loneliness."

Xiao Meijuan: "The color of loneliness?"

Man: "It's been a long time since your husband has paid his dues, your skin hasn't been gently touched by anyone, and no one has tasted your beautiful liquid for a long time. Can you still remember when was your last orgasm..." The man's magnetic voice was telling dirty words, but it did not give people a dirty feeling, and the name of a human organ did not appear. Under the teasing of this man's superb language skills, Xiao Meijuan unknowingly fell into a strange pleasure step by step and could not extricate herself.

Xiao Meijuan: "You... don't talk nonsense, you know nothing."

Man: "I know everything. Madam, will you go out to buy groceries tomorrow? I am looking forward to seeing how attractive your round buttocks are without underwear. I don't think I can draw that kind of curve. Aren't you curious about what it looks like, madam?" The man said and hung up the phone.

Xiao Meijuan held the phone, listening to the busy tone, and it took her a long time to come back to her senses. "It's so embarrassing to not wear underwear! How can I go out? Will others notice?"

Xiao Meijuan actually thought about what the man said on the phone.

Thinking of the hot gazes of passers-by when she went out without wearing underwear, yes, the man must be one of them, Xiao Meijuan couldn't help but blush, her heart beat faster, and the gurgling stream gradually became gurgling.

In the following period of time, Xiao Meijuan's thinking was basically in a semi-paralyzed state. She kept making mistakes and broke several cups and bowls. She even put the wrong salt in the cooking and had to cook it again several times. My mind was completely immersed in the conversation just now, and from time to time, I felt a little pleasure coming from below.

The next day, no one called. Xiao Meijuan thought that maybe the call was from some perverted pornographer who specialized in harassing women. This kind of person would dial a random number and start to make trouble when he heard a woman answer the phone. But what she didn't expect was that the erotic maniac would mention the Gate of the World first? That erotic maniac's harassing language is comparable to that of a literary master?

On the third day, when Xiao Meijuan was still alone at home, the phone rang.

Xiao Meijuan: "Hello?"

Man: "Madam, did you miss me yesterday?"

Xiao Meijuan: "You... why are you here again? Didn't I tell you not to call me again?"

Man: "Because I know women like surprises, don't they?" After saying that, the man laughed lewdly.

Xiao Meijuan: "You are obscene, shameless, and a pervert. Don't call me again. I am going to hang up now!"

Man: "Madam, I want to ask you a question."

Xiao Meijuan: "...What's the problem?"

Man: "May I have the honor of tasting the dew on your grass? I will sip it carefully like a wine taster facing 50-year-old French Bordeaux wine, like a bee facing royal jelly, and like a lady facing lychees shipped from three thousand miles away. I will taste your wrinkles and cracks, especially the intoxicating red beans. I swear to the chairman that I will do my best."

Xiao Meijuan: "You...you are so shameless and vulgar, bah, bah, bah, I don't want to listen anymore, I'm going to call the police!"

Man: "Madam, since you don't want me to taste your paradise, wouldn't you rather taste my jade flute? I promise that you will not be disappointed in terms of length, diameter, color, shape, smell, and taste. It will take you straight to the top and make sure that you will never be disappointed in anything except the sea and the Wushan Mountains."

Xiao Meijuan: "Pah, pah..., so disgusting, you are so vulgar, I'm hanging up the phone right now!!"

In this way, the conversation between Xiao Meijuan and the man continued, and the call ended after 18 minutes. After this, the man kept calling Xiao Meijuan when she was alone. The calling times were extremely irregular. Sometimes he called twice a day, and sometimes he didn't call at all for several days. It was hard to figure out. Each call lasted less than 20 minutes.

While talking about obscene things, the man would occasionally reveal his extensive knowledge and high level of cultivation, and would occasionally talk to Xiao Meijuan about fashion, cosmetics, cooking, social news and the like. Xiao Meijuan usually stayed alone in an empty room, so it was inevitable that she felt a little lonely and empty.

Gradually, the man's phone calls became a way to kill loneliness, and Xiao Meijuan slowly came to regard the man as a somewhat vulgar and intimate friend. At the same time, she secretly hoped to meet the man in person.

If the man hadn't called that day, Xiao Meijuan would have felt very uncomfortable, as if something was missing. I often wonder how nice it would be if he wasn't so vulgar and didn't say obscene things when he called.

What she didn't know was that deep down in her heart, her anticipation for the man's calls and dirty words was much stronger and longer-lasting than she thought.

What she didn't know was that the start and end times of each phone call she had with the man, the content of the calls, and even her heartbeat and body temperature changes were all recorded and put in a special folder. "It's time for our first intimate contact." A man whispered.

One day, Xiao Meijuan talked to the man on the phone as usual. This time, the man finally persuaded Xiao Meijuan to go out without wearing underwear, and the man persuaded Xiao Meijuan to wear a light orange high-waisted suspender dress with a V-shaped chest. Xiao Meijuan's G cup breasts were almost bursting out. At the same time, the hem of the skirt was high and could only cover half of the thigh.

With Xiao Meijuan's slender figure, fair skin and proud breasts, her charm can only be understood but not described. Xiao Meijuan is really not a human being. She is a fairy from the Ninth Heaven who has come down to earth. This woman should only exist in heaven, but has only been heard of in the world today.

Finally, the man told Xiao Meijuan a route, the end point of which was a park. The man also said that he hoped to see Xiao Meijuan in the park at 8 o'clock in the evening. Xiao Meijuan said that she might go, but when a woman says "maybe", isn't that just half-hearted?

It happened that Yu Bin was on a business trip today, and Xiao Ming went to a classmate's house to do homework and would not come back for dinner, so Xiao Meijuan finished dinner alone, put on some light makeup, and put on the clothes agreed upon with the man. Most importantly, she didn't wear any underwear. She picked up her backpack, put on her high heels, and went out.

Along the way, Xiao Meijuan was imagining whether the man would show up today, whether he would meet her, what he looked like, whether he was tall, handsome... (6764 words omitted) At the same time, passers-by along the way expressed their high respect for Xiao Meijuan's beauty, which caused many jokes and incidents.

For example, a "blind" beggar turned his head 270 degrees as Xiao Meijuan passed by. An old man who was reading the evening newspaper bumped his head against a telephone pole when Xiao Meijuan passed by. Careful people would notice that he was holding the newspaper upside down. A couple sitting by the window in a coffee shop had a big argument because the man looked at Xiao Meijuan a few more times when she passed by...

Finally, Xiao Meijuan arrived at the park gate at 8 o'clock. After waiting for a few minutes, no one came to greet her. Instead, there were more and more malicious, obscene and shameless looks around. Xiao Meijuan was moderately disappointed and slightly frightened, thinking that maybe he was inside the park, so she continued to move into the park.

Most of the people in the park were nearby residents, who were out for a walk or exercising. There were old people and children. The person Xiao Meijuan was expecting never showed up. Feeling a little tired after walking a long way, Xiao Meijuan sat down on a bench in the park.

She sat quietly for a while, then two students came over, looked her up and down, whispered to each other, and the taller one with dyed yellow hair spoke first: "Are you alone?"

Xiao Meijuan stared at his face blankly without answering. He went on, "I...we want...want to be friends with you..." It turned out that he was just trying to chat her up. "I'm already married." It turned out that it wasn't him, Xiao Meijuan answered unhappily. The two hit a snag and walked away awkwardly.

Xiao Meijuan sat for a while, but still nothing happened. She saw that the sky had darkened a lot and was almost completely dark, so she stood up and walked in another direction. Women always have a poor sense of direction. Xiao Meijuan walked and walked until she came to a secluded corridor. The corridor was covered with all kinds of vines and was basically dark inside.

Xiao Meijuan walked for a while and saw that it was too dark inside and she couldn't see anything. She felt a little scared, so she turned around and walked back. At this time, a tall figure suddenly appeared in the darkness of the corridor, and approached Xiao Meijuan quickly and quietly from behind. His left hand reached over the undulating mountains in front and hugged Xiao Meijuan, while his right hand lightly and quickly covered Xiao Meijuan's mouth.

Xiao Meijuan was startled and almost screamed. At this time, a deep and magnetic voice rang in her ears on the phone: "Madam, don't be nervous. I won't hurt you. You won't scream. I will let go of my hand covering your mouth later, okay? Just nod your head if you are okay?"

The man's voice had a calming power. Xiao Meijuan then felt that the man behind her was tall, at least 185cm. His hands were clean and had no peculiar smell. Instead, there was a pleasant fragrance that spread from his right hand into her nose.

"It's him!" Xiao Meijuan thought and nodded slowly, and then the man's right hand moved away.

When she was about to turn around, the man's chin gently touched her head, "Please don't turn around, ma'am, let's stay like this."

"Who are you and what do you want to do?" Xiao Meijuan asked.

"Nothing, I just want you to experience a feeling," the man replied.

"How does it feel?" Xiao Meijuan asked again.

The man didn't say anything else. His right hand slowly slid down Xiao Meijuan's arm to her buttocks. He used the end of his thumb to gently and slowly stroke Xiao Meijuan's round buttocks through her skirt. An itchy, numb and tingling feeling came over him. Then more fingers joined in, and then the whole hand.

"What big hands."

Xiao Meijuan thought to herself. Those hands seemed to have magical powers, constantly kneading, pinching, twisting, rubbing, twisting, scratching, brushing, digging, pressing, and pressing. After a while, Xiao Meijuan felt that her buttocks had sunk into those hands and were about to be crushed.

Then, the man's left hand slowly slid back and forth across Xiao Meijuan's collar and neck, caressing. Before Xiao Meijuan noticed, his hand had reached into her collar, passed over her bra, and grasped her right breast. With a little force, the smooth breast flesh overflowed from between his fingers.

"Hmm... a different feeling than before, superb elasticity and feel," the man thought, secretly praising the beautiful breasts as described by the expert: "It has always been a place that beauties must fight for, and heroes have always been in the land of gentleness.

What is its color? Deep winter snow and ice. What is its quality? New cotton in early summer. What does it taste like? Peaches and plums in spring. What is its attitude?

The eyes are full of autumn light. When moving, it is like a cautious jade rabbit; when still, it is like a lazy white dove. High and high, the flesh is trembling, the skin is pink and tender, and the complexion is watery. It can take away men's souls and arouse women's lust. I lower my haggard head to look at your jade-like peaks, just like a ship entering the harbor or like an old man returning home. Get rid of the cold wind and rain and plunge into the warm ocean. 「

"You...what are you doing...let me go..." Xiao Meijuan said weakly.

"Madam, your breasts are incredible. I would feel sorry to God if I let you go like this. Besides, you like it this way, don't you?" the man said in a lewd tone.

Then, he began to twist and rub her nipples with his fingers, pulling, tugging, pressing, pinching, scratching, brushing, plucking, squeezing, or tugging. As nipples are Xiao Meijuan's sensitive area, soon the slit underneath her was wet.

Xiao Meijuan struggled symbolically: "No... don't do this... you... you stop it..."

"Don't be like this, ma'am. The best is yet to come," the man said while blowing gently into her ear.

Then, the man began to knead Xiao Meijuan's plump and towering breasts, holding, supporting, grasping, weighing, grabbing, gathering, pulling, pinching, kneading, or shaking. After a while, the man clearly felt that the breasts in his hands had become a little bigger, and the nipples had become hard and erect. At this time, Xiao Meijuan's trickle of blood had already flowed down her thighs.

"Madam, let me check if you are wearing underwear. I think you should be wet now." After saying that, the man lifted the hem of her skirt with his right hand and grabbed Xiao Meijuan's vulva, and his fingers kept stirring in the gap.

"Ah... we can't do this." As Xiao Meijuan spoke, she immediately grabbed the man's right arm with both hands and pulled it outward with force. Her strength was too small compared to the man's, and her right hand did not move at all.

"Madam, you really are not wearing any underwear. You must be thinking about this, right? Oh, you are already so wet. It seems that your body is very sensitive. It is not good for you to hold my hand. I can't do it. Now is the critical moment. I will let you experience unprecedented pleasure. You also want this. If you don't believe me, just look."

As he spoke, the man raised his right hand in front of Xiao Meijuan and put his index and middle finger in front of her nose, "Take a look and smell what this is." The man's index and middle finger were covered with transparent and thick juice.

"How about it, ma'am? You are also excited, aren't you? You are looking forward to it, aren't you eager? This is the evidence."

"Stop...you...you are obscene." Xiao Meijuan struggled to push away the hand covered with obscene fluid and turned her face away in shame. At this moment, she was ashamed of her betrayal of her husband and let an outsider touch her private parts. However, the pleasure from her body made her intoxicated, and she immediately fell into an irretrievable contradiction.

"I may be vulgar, but you are not bad either, ma'am. Sex is wonderful. Don't worry about your husband and family, they won't know." It was as if the man knew what she was thinking.

As the man spoke, he once again inserted his right index and middle fingers into the gap below. This time, he used the tip of his middle finger to slowly and forcefully scratch Xiao Meijuan's vaginal wall, slowly searching for the G-spot. At the same time, his thumb kept pressing and twisting, stimulating the clitoris. His left hand also switched to Xiao Meijuan's left breast and continued to rub and grab it. At the same time, he kept gently kissing Xiao Meijuan's neck, the back of her ear, the auricle, and the earlobe with his mouth...

Before long, the man discovered the location of the G-spot based on Xiao Meijuan's physical reaction. Then, he concentrated his attention and controlled his middle finger and index finger to attack that small area with all his strength. Gradually, Xiao Meijuan's breathing became more rapid, her face became redder, her fluids became more and more abundant, and her body temperature became higher and higher.

The man knew that she was about to reach the station, so he slowed down his movements a little. "Um...oh...ah...no...don't stop..." Xiao Meijuan said while gasping for breath.

"Yes, ma'am, as you wish."

As the man spoke, he sped up his hand movements, faster and faster...

"Ah......" Xiao Meijuan couldn't help but screamed. The man quickly put his left index, middle and ring finger into her mouth to stop her from making any more sounds. "Um... um..." Xiao Meijuan was unable to scream to vent her feelings. Her face looked distorted and sad.

The man continued to speed up his movements. Xiao Meijuan felt like she was about to melt in that hand. She could not feel anything below except that finger. Then she felt a wave of pleasure from her clitoris. Her vagina began to contract continuously. An extreme pleasure she had never experienced before came to her brain. She felt like she wanted to pee. She thought, just pee if she wanted to.

Xiao Meijuan's body suddenly tensed up, and then a large stream of water spurted out from her vagina, which was more than 1 meter away. Then she collapsed on the man. Xiao Meijuan's brain went blank at this time, and her thoughts suddenly stopped. She waited for several seconds before regaining consciousness, and then kept gasping for breath.

"Madam, you just had an orgasm. You must have never experienced this before. How did it feel... hm?" the man said gently.

Xiao Meijuan was still immersed in the afterglow of an extreme climax at this time. After hearing what the man said, her face turned redder and she couldn't speak.

At this time, the man's left hand was still constantly stroking and kneading the pair of pink and delicate breasts. His right hand slowly withdrew from the vagina and slowly and gently touched Xiao Meijuan's vulva, sometimes rubbing and caressing the labia majora and minora, sometimes drawing circles around the clitoris, and sometimes stroking the curly pubic hair, slowly relieving the congestion of the genitals.

This gave Xiao Meijuan a strange feeling of pleasure. She felt very caring, enjoyable, warm and happy.

After a long time, the man estimated that Xiao Meijuan had recovered, and whispered in her ear: "Madam, it's getting late, we have to say goodbye."

Xiao Meijuan was startled and asked quickly, "What, you're leaving?"

"Yeah, see you later." The man said with some melancholy.

"Then when will we meet again?" Xiao Meijuan asked quickly.

"Soon, I promise," the man replied.

At this time, a few pedestrians were walking not far away, and Xiao Meijuan's attention was attracted. When she came to her senses, she found that there was no one around her. Chapter 4 When Xiao Meijuan found that the man had left and a pedestrian was approaching, she quickly turned around, tidied her messy clothes, and walked away as if nothing had happened.

Not far away, the man stood in the shadows and looked at Xiao Meijuan's departing back. He couldn't help but sigh: Such a beauty is really rare in the world, one in a million, and rarely seen in ten years. The touch, elasticity of her breasts and the smoothness of her skin are beyond words and description. If we have to make a comparison, perhaps only a certain police officer in "Ice X Magic Love" can be compared (tribute to Qin Shou). If I could go to Wushan with her once, I would have no regrets in this life.

After arriving home, Xiao Meijuan found that Xiao Ming had already returned.

Xiaoming: Mom, where have you been?

Xiao Meijuan: I went for a walk, why are you back so early?

Xiaoming: I came back after finishing my homework.

Xiao Meijuan: It’s getting late, you should get ready for bed.

After saying that, Xiao Meijuan walked into the bedroom and closed the door.

Xiaoming also returned to his room. After a while, Xiaoming thought, this is not right. How could he not come back until after 10 o'clock after his walk? Thinking back, my mother looked a little panicked when she spoke before, and there were many doubts. But as a son, I didn't dare to ask too many questions. It was really distressing.

Compared to Xiao Ming's little thoughts, Xiao Meijuan's heart is truly in turmoil. "I actually let a strange man play with me. This is totally wrong. I am such a bad woman. Is my body still clean? I am guilty.

But that man’s skills were so superb that I actually reached orgasm, a real orgasm, it was so wonderful, I am such a slutty woman. Will I ever be able to experience that kind of orgasm again? "..." Xiao Meijuan thought about it for a long time, but in the end there was no result. So she got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

This time, taking a bath was different from the previous ones. She first stayed under the shower for a long time without moving, then began to scrub herself vigorously, with such force that a large area of ​​her skin turned red. Then she pointed the shower head at her vagina for a long time.

After showering, he soaked in the bathtub for a long time, not moving at all, his eyes staring blankly and helplessly at the ceiling.

Finally, she actually began to masturbate in the bathtub, Xiao Meijuan rubbing her clitoris with one hand and kneading her breasts with the other. After a while, she felt it, her face flushed, and her hands moved faster and faster. Soon, the water in the bathtub began to shake, more and more violently, and suddenly it overflowed the bathtub, and then slowly calmed down.

This masturbation scene made Xiao Ming burn with desire, but he also discovered the abnormality in it. His mother never did this when taking a bath before, and she never took a bath for such a long time. What was going on?

At the same time, the same picture was displayed on another monitor. The man in front of the screen had a gloomy face and was observing Xiao Meijuan's every move very carefully, especially her facial expression. The concentration in her expression was beyond description.

When he saw Xiao Meijuan's slightly dissatisfied expression after masturbating, he enlarged the picture and projected it onto the wall. After observing it carefully for a while, the muscles on the man's face relaxed a little. It seemed that the development of things was pretty much as expected, he thought.

For several days, Xiao Meijuan was a little absent-minded because of the guilt towards her husband and family, and perhaps also because the man did not contact her again. From the previous letters and phone calls, Xiao Meijuan felt that the man should not be a heartless person.

Her appetite has worsened and she eats much less. She didn't dare to make eye contact with her husband after he came back from a business trip, and was completely obedient and attentive to him. This made Yu Bin feel a little puzzled. Could it be that Meijuan missed me especially because I was away on a business trip the past few days? Yu Bin thought. Xiao Meijuan even took the initiative to hint to her husband that they should have sex, but as soon as they kissed, Xiao Meijuan felt like she was kissing an ashtray. All her lust and enthusiasm instantly disappeared, especially when Yu Bin's breathing sent a burst of unpleasant odor onto her face. It was so uncomfortable.

Moreover, Yu Bin was too impatient and didn't do enough foreplay. He inserted his penis into the vagina before it was fully lubricated, and he ejaculated within a few minutes. After they were done, he fell into a deep sleep without caring about anything else. But this time, Xiao Meijuan did not express her dissatisfaction as usual. Instead, she sighed deeply, then turned over and fell asleep.

All of this was clearly displayed on a certain EIZO monitor and the man saw it all. It seems that he needs to work harder, he thought to himself.

A few days later, Xiao Meijuan received another letter from that person. She was a little afraid to open it. After struggling with her thoughts for a while, she finally opened it out of curiosity. There was only one sentence in English on the letter: "I can still smell your scent" which translates into Chinese as: "I can still smell your scent". This is a sentence that seems simple but is actually romantic. The scent of your lover is always lingering around you so that you can smell it all the time.

He must have had something to do before and that’s why he didn’t contact me, Xiao Meijuan said to herself. The rest of the letter consisted of dozens of small drawings that looked like four-frame comic strips, drawn in pencil sketches and looking like a set of aerobics. There is a number 3 after the last picture. The characters in the painting are plump and their movements are graceful. What is amazing is that everyone is naked. Although the whole character is sketched with only a few strokes, it looks well-proportioned and the movements are agile.

If you look closely, you will find that their figures are very similar to Xiao Meijuan's. At the same time, there is a black spot on their left breasts, which is not the nipple or areola, because it is close to the cleavage and the nipple and areola are drawn on.

When Xiao Meijuan saw this English sentence, her heart was warmed, because it showed that the man did not treat her as a plaything to be abandoned after playing with her.

I don't know what those pictures are used for, but it seems like they are used to maintain the figure, because Xiao Meijuan found that there are many breast massage movements, some of which are like yoga but not quite similar. When she found the black spots on her left breast, she immediately realized that these characters were actually herself, because she had a black mole on her left breast. "I didn't expect he would find out about this. Did he touch it that night? He can even feel such a small mole. He's amazing! Do these paintings want me to follow their instructions? Does the number 3 mean I have to do it three times a day?" Xiao Meijuan was reminded of the person she saw. Looking at the lively and elegant English letters, she couldn't help but blushing as she thought about what happened that day.

Unconsciously, a strange feeling was planted in her heart and began to grow slowly.

So, how do we develop feelings for another person?

A book written by an American anthropologist believes that the chemical components related to love may mainly be "dopamine" and "norepinephrine" as well as a related component "vasotensin". All three of these ingredients produce the feeling that people in love have. (Animal studies have found that animals that pay attention to and rely on a specific mate have high levels of dopamine and/or norepinephrine in their brains).

High levels of dopamine in the brain will form a high level of attention and a determination to never give up until the goal is achieved (the mind is full of thoughts about the loved one). Dopamine is also associated with learning to feel new stimuli (lovers are special).

High levels of dopamine can also make people excited. Trust and desire are both manifestations of addiction, and all addictive behaviors are related to dopamine (dependence on and desire for loved ones). When rewards are delayed, dopamine-producing cells in the brain work harder (love becomes more intense when there is resistance/feeling of loss).

High levels of dopamine increase testosterone levels and increase a person's sexual desire.

Noradrenaline is a chemical ingredient produced from dopamine. Different parts of the brain can have different effects. But generally speaking, increased levels of adrenaline can lead to excitement, overenergy, insomnia, and loss of appetite. It also has to do with memory of new stimuli.

A drug for obsessive-compulsive disorder can lower vasoconstrictor in the brain. Researchers found that people in love and people with obsessive-compulsive disorder have lower vasoconstrictor levels in their blood than normal people. And dopamine/noadrenergic levels are negatively correlated with vasoconstrictor.

By scanning the brain of a person in love, I found that when I see a photo of my lover, a part of my brain called "cauatenucleus" is very active. And this part is part of the brain's "reward system (generating excitement, pleasure, motivation)". "Handling core" helps us discover, distinguish, choose, and expect returns. This part is also related to attention and learning actions. The deeper the degree of love a person, the higher the activity of this part. There are also signs of activeness in other "reward system" parts in the brain (these parts are also active when people eat chocolate).

When you see a lover's photo, a site called ventraltegmentala (VTA) will also be active, and this is where the cells that produce dopamine are concentrated. The subjects who fell in love for a longer time (on average more than 2 years) were active in the "antiorcircular cortex" and "insular cortex" parts, while the subjects who fell in love for a shorter time (7 months) were not active in these two parts.

Dopamine and "tailed nucleus" are related to human motivation and targeted sexual behaviors, and the relationship between love and these components and parts can be considered that love is a primitive motivational system in the human brain, a basic human spouse instinct, and is closely related to other spouse instincts - desire and attachment.

These different instincts are produced by different parts of the brain and are associated with different biochemical substances. Desire is mainly related to testosterone. Men and women with higher testosterone levels are more active in sexual activity. Men's testosterone levels are highest in their 20s. Many women have increased testosterone levels and feel more sexual desire during ovulation.

As you age, testosterone levels decrease, resulting in a decrease in desire. But about 2/3 of middle-aged women do not drop testosterone levels. Because with the decrease of estrogen after menopause, the effects of other androgens such as testosterone will be more obvious.

Dopamine stimulates the production of testosterone. Love inspires desire. Men and women who use dopamine to treat depression will show an increase in sexual desire. This may also be why people feel more exciting when they are on vacation, trying new bed styles, and having new sex partners. Because new experiences stimulate dopamine, thereby increasing testosterone. Desire, on the other hand, may inspire love, as high levels of testosterone can inspire higher levels of dopamine. But it may not inspire love: middle-aged men and women who use testosterone to stimulate sexual desire do have a higher desire, but they are not more likely to fall in love because of this.

Currently, researchers believe that two closely related hormones, vaopressin (blood pressure hormone) and oxytocin (oxytocin), are associated with attachment behavior. Oxytocin is produced during the production process of all female mammals. It stimulates milk production in the breast, but it also stimulates attachment between mother and baby. During orgasm, the blood pressure hormones in men and oxytocin levels in women will be greatly increased. But the relationship between these chemical components and the chemical components associated with love and desire is complex.

In some cases, testosterone increases blood pressure hormone and oxytocin levels. Blood pressure hormones and oxytocin can also increase testosterone levels in some cases. But in other cases, they may also suppress each other.

The specific effect depends on quantity, timing, and mutual influence. But generally speaking, high levels of testosterone reduce attachment, while high levels of testosterone reduce testosterone.

Men with high basal testosterone levels

The proportion of marriage is low, there are many affair, and there are many divorces. When a man's marriage becomes unstable, his testosterone levels increase. After divorce, increase more. Single men have higher testosterone levels than married men. On the contrary, as a man's family relationship becomes closer, his testosterone levels also drop. At the time of birth, the father's testosterone levels dropped significantly. Testosterone levels drop even when a man holds his baby.

In some cases, dopamine and nucleoadrenaline stimulate the production of blood pressure hormones and oxytocin. But high levels of oxytocin (which are present in both men and women) affect the transmission of dopamine and nucleoadrenergic in the brain, thereby reducing the effect of these ingredients. From an evolutionary perspective, the role of love is to inspire our ancestors to pursue and maintain loyalty to their spouses until they can effectively give birth to children. Once the child is born, a new chemical component is needed to maintain long-term relationships.

The complex relationship between these chemical components makes people's love, desire and attachment show different characteristics.

You may develop desires and transform into attachments due to love, you may also become emotional from a "sex partner", or "marry first and then fall in love". You may have these three feelings for the same pair at the same time, or you may have different feelings for different objects - love one person strongly, have desire for another person, and are attached to another.

Xiao Meijuan guessed correctly. These small paintings are indeed a set of aerobics. They are a set of exercises tailored for her based on her body condition, age, blood type, fat content, muscle fiber and other factors, combining various methods such as yoga and Tai Chi to strengthen the body. Doing them three times a day can keep the chest lifting, reduce the fat on the waist and abdomen, and enhance the flexibility of the body.

Xiao Meijuan did the movements of those small paintings three times a day, and after lasting for a few weeks, she discovered its beauty. Because he was over 30 years old, his huge breasts were increasingly at a disadvantage in the struggle against gravity. After doing that kind of fuck, he had a slight tendency to not lose the disadvantage or even catch up.

The fat between the waist and abdomen is also slightly less than before. You should know that Xiao Meijuan used to go to the gym every day and exercise for 2 hours a day without any effect. Now she has only seen the results for a few weeks. How can she not be happy about it? Moreover, my appetite is much better than before, and the flesh on my body seems to be starting to become stronger and no longer soft. Even the skin is starting to get better. This is a miracle. The effect that many performing stars have always dreamed of.

She gradually felt grateful to the man, and became more and more curious about what kind of man she was so versatile.

One day [Ring-Ring-Ring-Ring-Ring-Ring-], the phone at home rang.

Xiao Meijuan: "Hey?"

Man: "Beautiful wife, how are you doing recently?"

Xiao Meijuan: "Ah?! It's you, why did you call me so long?"

The man: "Madam, are you missing me very much? Is it like three autumns a day that I miss you very much?"

Xiao Meijuan: "What are you talking nonsense? How could I miss you?"

Man: "Madam, have you practiced according to the picture I sent you before?"

Xiao Meijuan: "Yes, yes, I've been doing it all the time, it's very effective. I want to thank you very much."

The man: "That's good. What's the effect?"

Xiao Meijuan: "I think people have become much younger, their bodies are more relaxed than before, and their skin is smoother than before... and, and..." The sound behind them gradually became lighter, and they seemed a little shy.

The man: "What else is there? Tell me quickly."

Xiao Meijuan: "And, and there are..." Her voice became smaller and smaller.

The man: "Does your breasts be more straighter than before, rounder in shape, itchy underneath, and more water, huh?! Hahaha..." A lewd laughter came from the phone.

Xiao Meijuan couldn't help but blush, "Don't say nonsense, there is no such thing."

Man: "Madam, what's there to deny this? This is a great thing for you. Do you want your breasts to sway on your chest like two slack sacks?"

Xiao Meijuan: "Shut up, what a sack, the more you talk, the less serious you become."

Man: "Madam, your breasts are the best in the world, there is nothing in a thousand. You have to take good care of them. I'll take good care of you."

Xiao Meijuan: "Bao, you...you...you are...silly and shameless, why are you still so swearing? You erotic demon..."

Man: "Madam, Liu Bang, the Emperor of the Han Dynasty, said that nine out of ten men are lustful..."

Xiao Meijuan interrupted quickly, "There is not a person who is not lustful."

The man: "I haven't finished talking yet. Liu Bang said that the remaining one was pretending to be horny."

Xiao Meijuan "..."

Man: "Madam, I'm quite busy lately, so I didn't call you. Please forgive me. Look, I'll call you immediately when I have time."

Xiao Meijuan: "Don't be slick, I don't believe it."

The man: "I can't help if you don't believe me. By the way, ma'am, it's best to cooperate with the movements you have been practicing before, so that you can have better results. You should pay attention to these points 1...2...3..." The man kept saying a lot.

Xiao Meijuan: "Speak slowly, I can't remember, wait, I'll take the notes."

The man: "If you don't say good things twice, it's nothing. Eat less greasy and spicy, and eat more fruits and vegetables."

Xiao Meijuan: "You say it again, I'll write it down."

The man: "Don't remember, there are so many. Just remember the general principles."

Xiao Meijuan: "I have taken all the paper and pen, please say it again."

The man: "Too much, I don't want to say it anymore."

Xiao Meijuan: "Why are you like this? It's so enchanting."

Man: "Madam, this is really a lot. I really don't want to tell you for free."

Xiao Meijuan's heart tightened: "Then I will tell you what you want, don't make excessive requests."

Man: "What is an excessive requirement?"

Xiao Meijuan: "…"

Man: "Madam, how do you call it too much? Tell me."

Xiao Meijuan: "You..., you are despicable and shameless..."

The man: "Madam, I didn't say anything. How can I be shameless and shameless?"

Xiao Meijuan: "Okay, okay, forget it."

The man: "Actually, I just want to invite you to watch a movie, that's not an exaggeration."

Xiao Meijuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Watch a movie? What movie?"

The man: "I'll talk about this later, you can record it first."

A quarter of an hour later.

Xiao Meijuan: "I finally remembered it, thank you. I didn't expect that there are so many things to pay attention to when eating."

The man: "It is my honor to be able to serve you. By the way, madam, have you ever heard of Li Yinhe?"

Xiao Meijuan: "No, I haven't heard of it."

The man: "Where is Wang Xiaobo?"

Xiao Meijuan: "Wang Xiaobo? I think I have heard of it. He is a novel."

The man: "It's not just a novel, he is the spiritual mentor of many people."

Xiao Meijuan: "So amazing."

Man: "Yes, and Li Yinhe is Wang Xiaobo's wife. If you have time, read Li Yinhe's articles.

I have something to do, so I'll die first, bye. "

Xiao Meijuan: "Hey...hey, where is the movie?" Before he finished speaking, a busy tone of beeping came from the receiver.

A few days later, another letter appeared in the email address. There was no letter paper in the envelope, only a movie ticket. It is printed on it: XX Cinema, Hall 3, XX seats, the title of the film "Transformers", time: XXX month XX day 9:15.

Xiao Meijuan was a little amused when watching the movie tickets. "Transformers"? ! How could he ask me to see this movie?

At 9:00 a.m. on XXX month, 2019, 15 minutes before the movie screening time, a beautiful and charming woman appeared at the door of the No. 3 screening room, and seemed to be waiting for someone. The lady was wearing a black short-sleeved round-neck dress with a high-waisted chest style and a leather one-shoulder pull-belt ladies backpack on her left shoulder. Although the collar of the skirt is not big and the position is very high, the grand outline of the chest can still be seen from the side. The extremely tall pair of breast balls stretches the fabric very high and hangs down along the front of the breast, so that the abdomen below the breast are separated from the skirt by a large distance.

15 minutes passed, and the audience had already begun to enter the venue one after another, but no one came to say hello to the lonely Xiao Meijuan. "It seems that he hasn't arrived yet." Xiao Meijuan thought, and only then did Xiao Meijuan realize that she didn't know what the man looked like, so she couldn't recognize even if the man stood in front of her, but looking at the person at the entrance of the screening hall, there seemed to be no sound in line with the phone. That old man is too old; that one is clearly a junior high school student and is still wearing a school uniform. Isn’t it time for class now? I don’t know if the red hair is a man or a woman…

After another 5 minutes, no one came to say hello to Xiao Meijuan. At this time, the movie had already started playing, maybe he had already entered, she thought.

So Xiao Meijuan turned around and checked the ticket and walked into the screening room. Since the movie had already started playing, it was pitch black inside. It was finally found his seat. It was on the far left of the last row of the hall. There was no one sitting nearby. The man did not arrive. Xiao Meijuan thought, and at the same time wondering why the man had to choose this position. The angle was not good and the distance was very far. From this location, we can see that there are only a few people in the entire screening hall. Why don’t you go to the front to see it? This angle is better and you can see it more clearly. Xiao Meijuan thought, but she was afraid that the man would not be able to find her when he came, because the screening room was large and had more than 300 seats. So she continued to sit down and watch the movie. The movie is a science fiction film with many scenes and fierce fighting scenes. The theater's sound effects are very good and loud. People can never hear their words 2 meters away. They have to raise their voices.

The movie is not something Xiao Meijuan likes to watch, and it can even be said that it is not something she wants to watch. I don’t know how long I have been waiting. Maybe half of the film has been released, but the man still has not appeared. Xiao Meijuan finally couldn’t help but want to leave. At this time, just like he first appeared, one palm gently covered Xiao Meijuan's mouth, and the other hand pressed steadily on her shoulder. At the same time, a familiar voice came from his ear.

"Madam, don't be afraid, it's me." His lips were so close to his ears that he could feel the airflow when he was talking. Xiao Meijuan's ears felt itchy, but it was not so strong that she wanted to scratch it with her hands.

"Madam, don't look back, just keep this position. I've taken my hand away, don't be nervous."

"Why did you come? Do you know how long I have been waiting?"

"Madam, have you read Li Yinhe's article?"

"I saw some."

"What do you think?"

"Some articles touched me very much."

"Did those articles touch you?"

"That's those articles."

"Those articles, tell me."

"Hate, it's just those articles. You mean to let me read them on purpose."

"Professor Li's article is very well written. Good things need to be shared with others."

"I think you are not kind."

"My heart, heaven and earth can be seen, and the sun and the moon are proof. Madam, how did you practice that set of movements?"

"It's pretty good, I feel it's effective."

"That's good, let me see your results." As he said that, his hands briskly crossed Xiao Meijuan's chest and squeezed them hard.

"You... don't do this, you will be discovered." Xiao Meijuan quickly protected her hands on her chest, but she was still half a beat slower.

"It's really very effective, it's much stronger. I don't know what other parts are?"

"You..., you are so vulgar, shameless, rogue!"

"Madam, don't do this. It's okay to keep your perfect figure." As he said that, he slid his hand towards his hips. Xiao Meijuan quickly grabbed the man's hand with her hands, but unfortunately he still touched her buttocks.

"Wow, ma'am, you're not wearing underwear, you're so lewd. Are you looking forward to something in your heart?"

"Stop, don't talk nonsense."

"Madam, if you hold my hand like this, I can't serve you."

"Shut up, who wants your service?"

"It's okay, I can use my mouth if I don't use my hands." As he said that, the man blew a breath into Xiao Meijuan's ears. It was so itchy. Xiao Meijuan immediately retracted her hands and covered her ears. The man relaxed his hands and immediately squatted in front of Xiao Meijuan, flipped his skirt up at a very fast speed, broke his legs, put his mouth up, and took Xiao Meijuan's vulva into his mouth. The whole process was completed in the blink of an eye.

"Ah...um...um...um..."

The stimulation came too quickly and directly. Xiao Meijuan couldn't help but scream naturally. When the sound was about to come out, she realized that it was in the cinema. When someone shouted, she was discovered. What's the point? So he hurriedly covered his mouth with all his hands, and then he blocked the shout that had just made a little noise. Fortunately, the sound leaked was not loud and no one noticed it.

After scoring a "mouth" score, the man did not immediately take the stance to fight the "main force", but instead began to focus on the "wing".

The man's lips began to move on the inner side of Xiao Meijuan's thighs, slowly and gently kissed and licked with his tongue, comfortable and itchy. At the same time, he slowly rubbed his hands on his thighs.

Then, the man's tongue slowly moved to the vicinity of the groin, gently licked the hip bone along the base of his thigh from bottom to top, and drew various figures with the tip of his tongue. He went back and forth several times, but he did not do any movement to the "main force".

Xiao Meijuan only felt the internal test of her thighs and the itch in her vagina, and she felt a little sore and swollen near her "little mouth".

Soon, the man felt the body on his hands begin to curl up involuntarily, and his legs began to sway slightly. When the intermittent moans came from her covered mouth, the man knew that he could start attacking the "main force". He slowly lifted Xiao Meijuan's legs with his hands and folded them up, allowing her to step on the seat cushion. Xiao Meijuan was sitting in the seat in a similar "squat" manner, and her entire vagina was fully exposed in front of the man. If there is light, you can see that Xiao Meijuan's face is like a ripe apple, red and red.

The man slowly moistened his tongue for a while and began to lick Xiao Meijuan's perineum. Although the skin here was very tight, the man knew that it was extremely sensitive.

As the perineum was emitting a burst of pleasure, Xiao Meijuan felt a sense of expansion from bottom to top that was different from the previous soreness and swelling. Suddenly, the man's tongue gathered together and pressed on his anus, constantly drilling, and Xiao Meijuan almost shouted out again.

After licking the anus for a while, the man began to continue attacking upwards. Xiao Meijuan felt that the man's tongue was as flexible as his fingers. She pried open his labia majora to the two sides, then held one of them with her lips and sucked it as much as possible, just like a hungry baby sucking his nipples. At the same time, she swept and licked her tongue back and forth, and a burst of itchy feeling came towards Xiao Meijuan.

After a while, Xiao Meijuan felt that the man turned his head slightly, and gently put the second labia into his mouth with his parallel lips, sucked it together, inserted and pulled it out into the middle of the second labia with his tongue and swept it back and forth. This was a feeling that Xiao Meijuan had never experienced before, and she suddenly felt a little fluttering.

At this time, the man suddenly bit his labia slightly, destroying the wonderful feeling just now. Xiao Meijuan twitched, screaming "ah", and almost fell off the seat. Just as she was about to ask the man what was going on, she felt that the man's lips immediately pressed against the vaginal opening, and the entire vagina suddenly felt a very warm and comfortable feeling. Before the "ah" was finished, it turned into a "oh" soft cry. After that, Xiao Meijuan felt so wonderful that when she was a little confused, the man would bit her gently, and repeated this several times.

Why did the man do this? Why would you destroy women's feelings for no reason? Because he knew that men's sexual excitement was achieved through the friction between the eyes and the sexual organs, this direct stimulation could allow men to reach orgasm very quickly. Women's sexual excitement is accumulated through their ears (listening to sweet words) and brain (imagination and feelings). The arrival of orgasm requires multiple stimulation and accumulation.

The man knew that after the previous round of attacks, Xiao Meijuan had reached a certain level of excitement and was a little confused.

It's not good to be too confused, because when a woman is confused, she doesn't know who is kissing her. A light bite can awaken her from her confused state, and accept the continued stimulation while half drunk and half awake will make her sexual excitement come faster and accumulate more next time. At the same time, since it is in the theater, Xiao Meijuan can’t scold her, but she doesn’t dare to scream, which makes the man feel extremely interesting.

Under the man's superb ventricular skills, Xiao Meijuan's body reaction was already very obvious. Her body temperature rose and she began to sweat. The water was already pouring down. At this time, she felt that the man gently separated the labia to both sides with his thumb, exposing the vaginal opening, and used his tongue to circle around the vaginal opening, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, sometimes with the whole lips pressed on it. The man's tongue seemed to be long or short, thin or thick. He sometimes inserted his tongue into the vagina to stir, and sometimes widened the tongue and swept it continuously from the bottom to the top.

Soon, the man felt that Xiao Meijuan's clitoris had begun to swollen and exposed. He gently tugged her clitoris with his wet tongue, and obviously felt that Xiao Meijuan's body would tremble with every lick of his clitoris. Then he did not continue to lick, but went back to attack her vaginal opening and labia.

Xiao Meijuan couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. She was very eager for the man to continue kissing her clitoris. The man turned a blind eye to the clitoris, but instead started licking from the perineum and moved closer to the clitoris bit by bit. When it was about to come, he didn't kiss the clitoris, but just swept it lightly with the tip of his tongue, but Xiao Meijuan was so anxious. After several times, Xiao Meijuan finally couldn't help it. After the man's tongue swept over the clitoris again, Xiao Meijuan, which covered her mouth, let go of his hand, grabbed his head and pressed it down hard.

The man knew it was time and began to concentrate on stimulating his clitoris. After getting what he wanted, Xiao Meijuan covered her mouth with her hands. The man used his tongue to be covered with saliva and kept tapping the tip of his tongue to touch the top of his clitoris;

Push up from under the clitoris; use your tongue to move the clitoris left and right; use your tongue to press the clitoris from time to time; it is obvious to the man.

Feeling Xiao Meijuan's body tension, she made a circle with her lips, put her clitoris in her mouth, began to suck it slowly, and stir it around her clitoris with her tongue. He even felt a tendon beating under his clitoris. He knew that Xiao Meijuan was about to arrive at the stand, so his tongue began to soothe because he wanted to bring her a longer-lasting orgasm feeling, just like men hoped to ejaculate later.

At this time, he held the clitoris with his entire lips, pressed his upper lips against the base of the pubic hair above the clitoris, and separated the labia from left to right, try to be close to the vaginal opening, and hold the female clitoris with his mouth. The effect of doing this is that Xiao Meijuan feels that her clitoris is floating in the man's mouth.

While the man used his tongue to attack his clitoris, his hands began to slowly follow his thighs and waist upwards, coming from inside his skirt to his chest. Xiao Meijuan only wore a bra in her skirt and had no other clothes. The man's hands turned Xiao Meijuan's erect breasts out of his bra and grabbed them. The smooth breasts could not stop overflowing from the gap between his fingers. "It's indeed very effective," he thought. Then the man began to rub his nipples slowly and hard, his fingers kept pinching and rubbing his swollen nipples. Xiao Meijuan's breasts were indeed extremely rich. The man pinched his two nipples and slowly moved closer to the middle. After a while, the two nipples actually "collided" together. The man kept rubbing the two nipples against each other, which made Xiao Meijuan extremely excited, because this feeling was also extremely novel for Xiao Meijuan, because she had never experienced what it felt like to rub her two nipples against each other.

The man's tongue began to increase strength, Xiao Meijuan's body began to twist, and her mouth began to moan unconsciously, so that her voice could not be covered. Suddenly, her body straightened up and arched her hips into the air. Then, due to the muscle spasm during orgasm, her body twitched. The man's mouth was tightly pressed against Xiao Meijuan's vagina without any relaxation.

When Xiao Meijuan gradually calmed down from the first wave of orgasm, the man licked his tongue slightly down, his lips pressed against the top of the clitoris, and his tongue began to go in and out of her vagina. After a while, the man thrust his right hand back and forth, which was still rubbing her breasts, and used his index finger and middle finger to fill the vagina with honey juice, and slowly reached into the vagina.

After a while, the man found the G-point of the last time and began to slowly press it hard, while the stimulation of the clitoris on his mouth did not stop for a moment.

Slowly, Xiao Meijuan's vagina began to feel the swaying range, and the body swinging further increased. At this time, the man pulled his left hand back and placed it under Xiao Meijuan's navel. He pressed the upper end of the clitoris with his left thumb, further exposing the clitoris, holding the entire clitoris in his mouth, and using his tongue to keep "pointing, picking, pushing, pressing, and stirring". The two fingers of the right hand also accelerated the speed and strength in the vagina.

Soon, Xiao Meijuan experienced the first double orgasm in her life, with clitoral orgasm and vaginal orgasm reaching almost at the same time. She only felt that with the second wave of extremely surging pleasure coming, it was like an atomic bomb and a hydrogen bomb exploded in her mind at the same time, destroying everything, and her mind was blank, and she had forgotten time and space.

At this time, the man found that Xiao Meijuan's hands, which were originally covering her mouth, slowly drooping down, and her body was like a pool of mud, so she couldn't sit still. She slowly slid down from the seat. He hurriedly hugged her and looked closer. Xiao Meijuan had fainted.

"I didn't expect her to be so happy." The man said intimately.

Xiao Meijuan didn't know when she woke up, but was just confused and vaguely felt that someone was using a very soft scarf to wipe her face gently. Then, she felt a little clearer. She opened her eyes and it was pitch black, with her back facing the light. She couldn't see the man's face clearly. She could only see a contour. She felt that she was still sitting in her original seat. Then there was a deafening explosion and a meteoric sound in her ears. It turned out that the movie was not over yet, she thought.

At this time, the hand that was wiping his face stopped moving, and the man's voice slowly came.

"Madam, you finally woke up. Did you feel it just now?"

"..."

"No need to answer. I didn't expect you to be happy, madam. I'm afraid you won't wake up."

"What's wrong with me just now?"

"No, you should have experienced the extreme climax, so you lost consciousness. I used the time just now to wipe your body. Madam, no wonder some people say that women are made of water."

Xiao Meijuan blushed, "What are you talking nonsense?"

"Fortunately you didn't have a squirt today, so why would I be busy?"

"Talking randomly, talking nonsense, talking nonsense, being naughty..." The voice gradually became lighter.

"Madam, I'm leaving."

"Ah?! I'm leaving, the movie is not over yet."

"I'm leaving now."

"You haven't told me who you are yet, at least let me see what you look like. Come, let's go outside, it's dark here."

"I don't have to see you anymore. If you really want to see me again, go to the 35th floor of the World Trade Center on the 15th next month and throw a yellow handkerchief."

"35th Floor, World Trade Center? Yellow Handkerchief?"

"Remember, it's the 15th of next month."

"Why?"

"Don't ask why."

After saying that, the man turned around and walked away. Xiao Meijuan stood up eagerly to chase after him. As soon as she stood up, she found that the skirt was not on her body, but she only had a bra. So she immediately sat down, hugged her chest with her hands, and looked around from left to right. Fortunately, no one noticed it. At this time, with the faint light, she found that her skirt was neatly folded on the seat next to her.

On the 15th of next month, Xiao Meijuan came to the lobby on the ground floor of the World Trade Center. Before this, she thought for a long time. Maybe it was because of curiosity that ultimately prevailed, maybe it was Professor Li's article that eventually affected her, maybe it was the allusion of yellow handkerchief that moved her, in short, she came.

Is he working on the 35th floor? Xiao Meijuan thought. The World Trade Center is a famous foreign-related high-end office building in the city. Looking at the endless crowds of people in the lobby on the ground floor, Xiao Meijuan stopped for a long time and finally walked into the elevator.

Dingdong, the 35th floor arrived. Xiao Meijuan walked out of the elevator and looked around. It seemed that many units were on the 35th floor. The man said that he threw yellow handkerchiefs from the 35th floor. What did he mean? Does he work in one of these units?

Xiao Meijuan walked along the aisle for several times, but she still had a clue. If you don’t ask, she thought, so she asked one by one, but no unit had anyone who matched it. "Madam, we don’t have employees around 20 years old here, and the youngest one is 35 years old." "Madam, we don’t have male employees here", "Madam, we don’t have employees over 1.8 meters here"... Xiao Meijuan couldn’t help but feel a little discouraged. Is he not working here or isn’t here today? Before she knew it, Xiao Meijuan wanted to go to the bathroom. After she walked into the bathroom, she found a window open. She walked over and poked her head out and looked outside. There was nothing special. After looking around the window carefully, she found nothing. Just as she was about to retract her head, she looked down and noticed something strange.

It turned out that there was a demolition site for renovation of the old district below. Many old houses were demolished, while the remaining houses were close together. Looking at the extremely high place (above the 35th floor), it turned out to be the same outline? type. Xiao Meijuan suddenly understood why the man asked him to come to the World Trade Center. There were only two buildings around, and the angle of the other building was not as good as here. It is rare that he can discover such a landscape. What kind of man is this? Xiao Meijuan was excited and took out a yellow handkerchief without hesitation. She held a corner of the handkerchief and slowly stretched out the window. She paused for a while, maybe she was determined whether to let go or whether to retract her hand. Soon, she put her hands open and the yellow handkerchief floated like feathers.

The only building with a 35-story or above building is the International Financial Center building, the best and most expensive building in the city. The entire 35th floor of this building is only one overseas institution: Light Capital Management Company (LightCapital Management) At this time, the company's board meeting room is holding a meeting.

There were 12 people sitting around the oblong conference table, including 7 European and American people with blonde hair and blue eyes. One looked like it was from India, and there was another black man. The remaining three were all Asians with black hair and yellow skin. 11 of them looked young, all over 40 years old. One was even an old man over 60 years old. However, in the chief position, facing the large floor-to-ceiling glass window, there was a young man who looked about 20 years old. Compared with the people around him, he looked too young to feel out of place.

The third person counted from the man's left hand was now bowing his head to a document, his two thin lips were constantly flying up and down, as if reporting something to the young man. The young man was wearing a dark suit, a white shirt, a blue striped tie, and there was no wrinkle on his clothes. His face was as deep as water, and he could not see any expression. His eyes seemed to be staring outside the window. He seemed to have little interest in what the person talking about was saying. When a bright yellow suddenly floated out of a window on the same floor on the opposite building, a faint smile rose slightly on the corner of his mouth.

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