Once rowing, 2-3 islands exceeded. As soon as the sound of a proverb I remembered from a lesson when in elementary school in the past. The proverb is now a reality in my life. Ever since I invested in a cassava plantation with a rather large area, not only did I have a lot of money, but also the sex gifts I gained. Every weekend I am in my plantation while watching planting and harvesting. Actually pacing Jakarta to this plantation is quite tiring, because the location is quite far away. But because I like the farm to fill the activities in the old days so it does not feel heavy, even fun. Gardening becomes more fun because there are all sorts of women, who become my comforters on lonely nights. At the age of 45 years old, I'm normal, not classified as a sex maniac. Exercise also I never do, except the morning road that almost every day I spend about 1 hour. My body is pretty healthy, there is no worrisome disease, all health indications show there is nothing to worry about, for example not diabetes, not high blood, normal cholesterol, uric acid is also normal. I am about 170cm tall and weighs 65kg. Every time I get a general check up yearly, doctors always praise that my fit is prime, they even mention my condition like 10 years younger. The doctors must then ask "What's the secret? Actually there is no secret. I just restrict eating, with healthy food and eat before hungry, stop before full. If I estimate I have got 2000 calorie intake, then I stop eating, just drink water as much as possible. The habit has been long enough. There is no secret as doctors want to know, because everyone will know. I'm just trying to control myself and have to win in a war with myself. I do not think anyone knows about it yet, but those who live it may be few. Thanks to my attitude of life, there is no desire that is not achieved. This is not bragging, not a proverb, "where there is a will there is a way". This proverb does not limit what will or desire.
Too long bragging is not good too well, but that's the way I am, so I want to emphasize that I'm not a superman, I'm a normal person like most people. The results of savings, as well as the results of the internet hobby while trading, I can collect a sizable savings, So it can build a villa and have a cultivation with cooperation farmers for an area of about 200 ha.
Just 3 months my villa house was completed. The form is indeed exotic and very united with the nature of the plantation. This is my villa, is in the highlands so the air is cool all day, but if the night, can make a shiver.
location of my villas is not in top the mountain or in expensive areas, but far inland, in agricultural areas that can be taken from Jakarta can be up to 6-8 hours.
I'm in my villages every week on Saturdays and Sundays only. Even so, all home appliances are complete, to the bathroom with hot water. I stay upstairs initially always accompanied by my wife. So it was he who took care of everything. Sometimes my son also came to refreshing he said. But then my wife lazy to go to the garden, because lonely he said. Understandably he was born and raised in Jakarta, so do not feel at home in a quiet nature. My son was already tired into the garden, He prefers to hang out in the mall rather than squat in front of the fireplace in the garden while waiting for the ripe cassava.
Problems begin to arise, because if I stay overnight, I will sleep alone and no one is taking care of this house. One of my beliefs in this garden offers maids to clean my house. I think it's okay. Moreover he said that offered is his wife's brother. Mr Kirman as I know him, was born and raised in this area. One afternoon while on a noon break, Mr Kirman introduced a girl, Who the widow out looks young, pretty cute, although the appearance of his village is still thick. He greeted me and called his name Imah.Okid evil me think that I accept only girl, ehhhhhh the widow to work at my house. Who knows can give a plus service, it's okay, so add it. I admit that in my old age my vitality for crotch affairs is still normal, only my wife is younger a year than me after manupause, she is like losing my appetite. So often refuse "invitation" from me. So imagine how ya man who has wife is older, his wife must be faster expired from him.So my wicked brain is expecting dot com in Imah.
My good brains, on the other hand, prevented the crazy affair from happening, because the risk was greater than the sense of pleasure. That's right. Moreover, until the caught wife, know also Mr Kirman who respect me sometimes excessive. Ah the important thing my house is neat and tidy, that's just the target, my righteous word. Up to 3 months Imah stayed with me, the situation is safe. But I do not dare to tell my wife that I already have a maid, the Imah I function as an office messenger, if there is my wife come to stay. So much time is spent under. But my wife is now completely averse to the garden, But the money will. He also when I saw Imah unsuspecting, lha wong he worked to serve the needs of employees below, as if cleaning my house is just odd jobs. Yet the opposite.
Imah is diligent enough to work, his attitude is good to fit in with everyone, respect me very much, though sometimes I catch his rather naughty eyes. But I think women in West Java like it when they look at men, because I often catch that look in many places in West Java. Maybe that's part of the hospitality. The day Imah became more familiar with me, even though he called me mister, but there was no distance between employers and workers. I was deliberately creating an atmosphere that so, he said it was a democratic era. Stand at the same height, sit at the same low, lie down in different positions, like that. We eat one table, watch TV sitting on the same sofa. Living bed that has not one mattress.
I honestly can not stand to pounce on Imah, but how, I can not. I do not want any coercion. Want it anyway let him who started my new response. So I've been behaving so casually not trying to fish in the murky waters. I could invite him to watch a porn video, because if it's the night above we both live. But it seems such a tactic, not necessarily suitable for village women. She might as well be embarrassed and run away into her room. Well maybe it will come later. I believe in the Javanese proverb "Witing tresno jalaran kulino / love will grow because accustomed ". No need to translate, if you do not know just skip it.
Finally the time came. One night Imah chirped as we relaxed watching TV. The clock on the new wall is pointing at 7 pm. Beyond the drizzle and occasionally there is lightning and lightning that light blows in.
"Do you want me to massage?"
I was somewhat surprised to hear the offer, because my body is tired and sitting in a chair with a rather lean back position. So far I have been reluctant to act in the wrong direction towards Imah, because he works here as a housekeeper. I am ashamed of trying to act indecent to Imah and he reports to the father of kirman. Though Imah, is a fairly interesting figure. Age about 24 years, widow without children, white skin like most people of West Java his body quite plump, high quite high for the average woman here which is about 155 cm. Her face is okay, her hair is a bit long and always curled up. "Imang Imah can mijet," I asked while being casual. "Yes it can be sir," "Yes you've my first room, I want to take a bath first time rather sticky sweaty body," I said, then got up to the bathroom. Warm water crushed from the shower. Without warm water, I'm not strong in this area because of the cold in the area with a height of about 700 mdpl. Finished bath, it feels very fresh. I was wearing panties and a white T-shirt and wearing a sarong. That's my nightgown if I'm here.
During the shower I imagine about what will happen during the massage, whether I will get plus plus service, how to start it because in fact I was desirous, after so long not served by the wife. With that thought, my groin tightened somewhat. "Ah how will it be, because the risk is also great," I thought. I came out of the bathroom in my room. The room was not bright enough. I did put up a dim light during my sleep. Mattress size of 180 cm I spread on the floor board, Japanese house style. In it was ready Imah was sitting kneeling. She's wearing a sarong as well and the top looks like a long-sleeved shirt. I was not very clear to see because from the bright light outside went inside the dim my eyes had not adapted to the minimal lighting. "How is supine or face down," I asked Imah. "Please be up to father, how delicious," he replied. I then chose the position on my stomach, because I want my back massage first. I am in Jakarta often also to massage parlors, so I memorized the massage rituals starting from where ends where ,. Imah is apparently not a massage parlor alumni in Jakarta, because she is not starting to massage from the foot, but starting from the back. Massage is quite delicious as well. The grip and pressure of his hands are delicious according to the level I want. He apparently had prepared a massage oil made from coconut oil mixed with onions. The smell is not good, but the plural villagers use this kind of massage oil. Imah ask permission to open my T-shirt to rub oil on my back. I just agree while waiting for the next action. The Imah was right about an hour ago he was still struggling around my back and my hands. It feels good and seems to be light. After Imah's back turned to the foot. At first my sarong was raised to the knees. He's working on my left and right knee. To massage the thigh he asked me to take off the sarong. I agreed and he pulled my sheath down. I just stayed put on short boxer shorts. My cock was stiffening from before. If in this stomach position there is no problem, but if later on his back he would stand out push my underwear. I just resigned to what will happen later, it seems the humane of a man will be aroused if both with a woman let alone in situations of massaging like this and in a dimly lit room
I did not prepare any scenarios except to go with the flow. Imah asked me to turn the position. Either visible or not in this dim light. Ah I just ignore it. I think that's natural, as a man if his penis is tense with being alone with a woman. What's more continuously in the body, My thighs began to massage. Ordering it was either intentional or indeed the procedure, but his fingers often touched my zakark bag. At first I was silent did not react, but touch it gives pleasure and stimulation. But in the long run I accidentally hissed every time I touched my pockets of zakarku. I felt he was no longer massaging with pressure, but it had changed with a stroking motion with a sequence that ended touching my zakark. "Why sir," Imah asked when I hissed. "Delicious," I say simply. "If you want more delicious pants open, may lord," he asked "Sure," I replied curtly. Without hesitation he pulled my pants so that my hardened cock had straight up straight. "Gee is old but still healthy yes," he commented to my cock. He then grasped his hand while stroking my pockets of zakarku. Birahku seemed to have been diubun-uban and all kinds of considerations and common sense has been suppressed lust. "It's not fair nih I was massaged until naked, but the massage still wear full clothes," I said. "So what do you want?" Imah asked. I then asked him to open all his clothes as well. "Ahhhhh sir, cool to know," he said. "But it's a drag," I said. Maybe he craved anyway so he got up and raised the holster so it was like wearing a kemben. She turned around and took off her T-shirt, then seemed to take off her panties. Maybe he was not wearing a bra, because he did not see him slip his bra. Despite the dim light but I can catch the shadow of two pieces of teteknya large enough, his thighs are stocky. Imah then sat kneeling between my legs he grasped my cock squeezed and shaken slowly, I moaned feel the pleasure of the processed hands. Without me asking him to duck down and kiss my pocket, my dick is followed by licks. Then my cock was dilahapnya and immediately sucked as he climbed down his mouth along my cock. I was not able to withstand the pressure of lust so not too long sucked I immediately sprayed my sperm. Imah survived as long as I let go of my sperm's insistence, until finally finished. All my sperm was collected in her mouth and spit out onto the towel that was there. I drooped in favor. Imah then pulled the blanket and he hugged me sideways so we were in a blanket
His hands are playing my ailing hammer. While the soft milk pressed my right arm. The weather is cold, so embracing in a blanket like this is very warm. From my conversation with Imah, it was revealed that he had long wanted this atmosphere with me. But he was reluctant to say it. It turned out that the massaging offer was part of his strategy to take pleasure with me. I also revealed that I was actually reluctant to act rather brash on Imah, because Imah brought by the father kirman, "father kirman I think already know," said Imah. "Sir was still a young man would be handsome," said Imah with a spoiled tone. "Why so," I asked. "It still looks tuh traces," he said. In a state of having an orgasm with good consciousness I asked Imah what he expected intimately with me. "Imah just love wrote the master," he said. I insisted that I could not marry her, because I already had a wife and a child who was also big. I said if only to get sex satisfaction, I do not mind next familiar with Imah, but if expect more than that I can not fulfill. Imah agreed that my relationship with her was just "just for fun". I also know that in the area around my plantation is still strong with black sciences that can make people intoxicated. This I also emphasize on Imah to never play science to get me, because I will also reply. "Ihhhh sir, his mind is ugly," he said. About an hour we chatted with hugs and his hands continued to play my penis. Slowly my penis began to wake up and contain. Knowing his business succeeded. Imah got up to suck my cock and lick it. My cock is getting harder until hard enough to break through the pussy slit, even though it has not reached 100% hard. Imah then rose may be bored immoral continue. He sat astride over me while holding my cock he pointed it into his pleasure pit. Slowly my cock sinks entirely into his pleasure pit. Uniquely as his butt made a circular motion, his hands massaged my chest and shoulder front. Delicious massage ulekannya also delicious. Sometimes he moves up and down, but sometimes moves back and forth or swaying movements. My cock gets treated it gets harder. But I can control the pleasure so that it can delay the arrival of the peak of pleasure. It was the first time I had the pleasure of being massaged while massaged. Not only the chest, but he also massaged my head by wringing my hair. I salute him because he can do multi tasking. The game of sex races awake, also massage is not messed up .. Imagine a large enough milk to shake and swing following his body movements. Despite the dim light but I quite clearly witnessed the gestation of a pair of breasts are still quite a bit and small nipples and circles are also still small. I felt Imah's pussy hole even though it was wet by her libido but still still biting. Imah is getting the spirit of swinging and the sound of his sighs is also getting louder. I'm afraid the sound is actually heard out and heard by the night watchmen below. Nothing, I feel ashamed. Suddenly Imah collapsed on top of me with a gasping breath. Apparently he's reached orgasm. Pussy feels pinched with the rhythm of the wave of peak satisfaction.S
Meanwhile I felt still far from the finish line. I immediately turned the position so I was on top. I'm fast-paced. But I was not too far pulled out my cock, but just a little and slammed and pressed where there was her clitoris. This movement in addition to saving energy I can also give pleasure to Imah because her clitoris eroded continuously and in the G spot also continue to rub. I did not get too much enjoyment with that style, but Imah was delirious with a groan that indicated that every move gave me pleasure. It was not long before he got his second Orgasm. Both feet gripped my body so I could not move. My cock was massaged and doused with warm liquid. Imah breathless like a tired person run marathon. Apparently he said that this time just feel the pleasure of ngentot that he had never felt. His body felt tired and all the supplies felt weak. While I have not reached the finish. I bounce back after giving a chance Imah enjoying his orgasm. I changed the way I played by doing long tugs so that my cock also felt pleasure rubbing against Imah's pleasure hole. If I do not do it, I might wilt my cock in the middle of the road. It feels good all over my cock, but I can still master it so as not to stimulate fully into ejaculation. Imah back to work vocal typical of people ngentot. Perhaps his voice as a representation of the pleasure in pussy. The proof if I change the position that does not give pleasure Imah noiseless. But when I returned to the position of full enjoyment he returned to his song in a repetitive tone and rhythm according to the movements in both of our genitals. Imah was unable to stem the wave of his orgasm that hit him again and then hugged me so tightly that my body could not move. I just feel the throbbing pussy and warm warm around the my penis. "Ohhhhhh my goodness sir, why very strong master, I give up the master is not strong anymore," he said after he woke up from his orgasm. Halfway I do not care about Im's inability, He keeps pushing me until he can again orgasm maybe if I do not forget he got two more times and then the last one he likes me when my sperm spray is deep inside at the bottom of his pussy. I do not hesitate to indulge in semen into pussy because according to Imah he is difficult to have children, so that is why he divorced by her husband. My body is very weak. Not only limp because of ejaculation, but also limp because it continues to move almost an hour. Good thing I'm fit enough every day to walk around the gardens on foot. I do not care about the melted semen and the sweat that wet our body. A limp, drowsy feeling made me and Imah fall asleep. He is spoiled once sleeping hug me in a thick blanket to withstand the cold. From then on, if I stay in the garden he always satisfies me. I became more and more frequent gardening. If I used to be just a week in the garden, now it's longer since from Friday to Monday, and sometimes even Tuesday came back to Jakarta. In addition to drinking pleasure with Imah, the affairs in the garden are also many who need my decisions and attention. I am often overwhelmed with Imah's passion, because he is always passionate about his sex desire. No more embarrassment, if he was wanting him instead to invite me. Although I am sometimes less passionate, but Imah's preparations always succeed in evoking my lust. Maybe because the level of passion that is not full, so I can actually play a long time ago. Especially one day a night at least I play two rounds. So long-time my cock so a little imum with friction-vagina vagina friction.
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