Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
Oh Susi's...

Susi reached out her hand with a timid expression, her head slightly shrieking like it was suffering from neck pain.

"Mass... Pram." call Susi. The soft, sweet-spoiled voice tickled Pram's ears.

The thirty-five-year-old man gasped as Susi clasped his hand and kissed the back of his hand.

Pram's blood boiled in an instant when he accidentally saw the top of Susi's large and chewy breasts wrapped in a red bra in a sabrina model shirt that also showed her smooth back.

"Oh Susi." said Pram with a nervous breath. The shadow of Susi who bathed with him as a child suddenly disappeared and was replaced by the shadow of Susi, who grew up, sexy and swerving under the shower as she moves her hips up and down while calling out to her, Masss... Prams. Here's a moving index finger and a teasing mischievous cling.

Susi smiled meaningfully while pulling her hand slowly. "Mas Pram remember me?" tanyanya expectantly.

"Remember, Pram?" cut the Asih gently with reminiscent eyes, he stroked Pram's back while pinching it.

Pram withstood the screams. Mourning in his mother's heart really became cruel today.

"I remember." Pram nodded. "You're Susi, who my mother said we used to bathe in the pool as a kid." Take a bath together again now, added Pram in his heart. That perverted, nimble brain grimaces stupid.

Asih Kontan hit Pram's back with a look of shame. "You are, Pram!" sahut reminded. "I'm sorry, Susi. This guy's son is too honest and muddy." he said not tasty.

Susi nodded no problem. "It's okay, Auntie. The honest guy, the dream guy of all women." he was proud of the character of his son Jeng Asih. Susi smiled as she shifted her body, "Let's Aunty Asih come in, Mama has been waiting for you from here. Can't wait to gossip."

Pram rolled his eyeballs while following his parents and Susi who waddled over the cement castings.

'Honest is good, but hurt and the impact is difficult to forget.'

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Pram sits hunched over while observing his mother and best friend in the living room after a warm welcome from the Susi family. The two middle-aged women were chatting like old friends.

Seemed at the table some delicious banquets have been prepared and it seems that all of it was planned both, thought Pram. Although upset by his mother's plans today he can still compromise while glancing at Susi who crossed her legs. Sensual, one word that slalu flirted in Pram's mind.

Ordinary, but sexy. What is real silicone?

"So Mas Pram came here to meet Susi?" ask Mirna, Susi's mother. The woman rubbed the corner of her tired eyes with a handkerchief.

Pram cleared his throat, disturbed by the word kangen. Who is missing? I don't miss, I'm familiar, I just have to obey my parents so as not to increase sin, thought Pram.

"I'm just coming with Mak here, Auntie. Mak who wants to meet kangen with you." said Pram honestly. The man who pretended to be geeky smiled flatly.

Asih puking lips. "Pram is in addition to being honest, Jeng. I don't like ngaku." he explained, "He wanted to come along to the point of being our driver earlier." Asih asserted while smiling confidently.

Pram clenched his hands over his thighs while snorting.

As you please, Mother. Whatever.

Pram tightens his legs, his geeky style should be awake. While his father chose to support his head while closing his eyes.

"Nak Pram is indeed suitable to be the accompaniment of Susi, you must be clop like tempe sama sambel. Nak Pram tempenya, Susi sambelnya. She's hot!" marni straightforwardas.

"Mas Pram used to be skinny, short. But now. Mas really dashing, his hair is neater" said Susi, he lowered the wrinkles of the shirt to his arm and flicked his hair back, exposing the part that men like.

Pram smiled crisply. "Thank you, Susi. I don't think you remember." she said calmly.

"Makanya is Pram, because you come here, mother and Jeng Marni all want to tell you that we made a pact to match you as an adult!" timpal Asih, with confidence he took out a small box wrapped in velvet material from his bag.

"Pram, take this and give it to Susi."

The box containing the ring moved to Pram's thigh. A recklessness that provokes Pram's emotions. He stood up, the box fell down to make Bagyo wake up.

"Mom, I told you I don't want to be forced!" Missing is already Pram gulagat although not want to say the slightest word that hurt his mother's heart.

"I have to go to the futsal place Mak, already waiting for the cement." Pram melengos go.

"But Pram... Pram." cried Asih as his son came out without permission. "Oh Allah, my arjun. Pram..." hurry up he went outside the house followed by Susi who relaxed with Pram's refusal.

I'm really following the crazy why the want to follow the crazy idea of Auntie Asih. But Pram is really dashing now, cute, even though his hair is too dry.

"Mas Jumali, intercept Pram!" shouts Asih.

Jumali dumps her cigarette while putting herself behind a Jeep Wrangler that starts roaring.

In the car, Pram pressed the horn firmly to deafen his ears before his mother and Susi got closer.

Pram looked straight at those who closed their ears.

"Gini day is still in the soul mate? You think I really don't do it? Oalah mak-mak, I am expensive, difficult to conquer, especially if only imitated large breasts! It doesn't work."

Pram turned his head, Jumali stretched out her superhero-like hands that prevented the villain from escaping.

"He thinks he has 9 lives! Mas-mas, nyari died you."

The car slowly retreated stably along with a Asih cry.

"MINGGIR MAS, MOVE AWAY."

Jumali jumped as soon as he forgot to take into account that beside him was a wall. Jumali banged and slammed backwards with a forehead that immediately twitched pain.

"Mas Pram!!!" snapped Jumali blaring.

Pram grinned while stepping on the gas pedal strongly after successfully getting rid of Jumali and letting his parents lose again.

"Don't get married, Mommy. For the same way Susi I ogah. Susi must like to show off her body. It's interesting, but I still love Pevita Pearce."

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To be continue and happy reading.