Before Blanca Roach did it, Matthew Grant reminded, “Don’t forget to change your underwear, too.”
“You!” Blanca Roach is furious, underpants have to be changed, why does he not go to heaven?
The thought of changing Matthew Grant’s underwear made her face burn.
Matthew Grant, however, frowned and said meaningfully, “Honey, you know, intimate clothing is the most uncomfortable if you don’t change it, for my health, and your …”
“All right! Don’t go on, I’ll change you!”
Blanca Roach interrupted him through clenched teeth, fearing that Matthew Grant would go on to say something amazing.
Only then did Matthew Grant’s mouth curl in satisfaction: “I knew my wife was the best.”
Blanca Roach looked at him and always had the feeling that she had fallen into the other side’s blatant trap.
She took the blouse out of the bag and changed it on Matthew Grant, who was very uncooperative, lying lazily and letting Blanca Roach direct him.
During this time Blanca Roach’s fingertips crossed his chest several times, causing ripples in his heart.
The tops were easy to change, but when it came to the pants, Blanca Roach took off Matthew Grant’s outer pants and then saw the underwear, the outline of which was clearly visible.
This makes her no way to start, fingers in the air several times, hard not to be able to touch.
Although they time both have a second child, but face Matthew Grant, she will still and little woman generally embarrassed.
Matthew Grant’s deep eyes watched the scene, Blanca Roach did not know that the movement of her hand sliding overhead tickled Matthew Grant’s heart, which simply made his blood boil more than coming directly.
He suddenly felt that it was simply torturing himself.
Blanca Roach was hesitating when her own hand was held by a large hand at once, and then forcefully tugged her fingers to the edge of her panties.
Matthew Grant’s voice was a little dark, “Honey, you hurry up, your husband I may be ruined if I continue like this.”
At that, Blanca Roach saw that the place had bulged.
Her face was as hot as freshly boiled water, Blanca Roach let out an oh-so-frantic cry and pulled her panties down, still making her wince when her fingers came in contact with the sizzling heat.
Oh my God, God, make me blind.
Blanca Roach was in tears as she fished out her panties and held her breath as she slipped them on to Matthew Grant.
Then she quickly pulled on his pants, but despite this, the little tent was still sticking out.
Blanca Roach looked away, the simple change of clothes had made her sweaty.
She pulled up the quilt to cover Matthew Grant tightly, and thinking that she was still angry, she said in an indignant tone, “Okay! Master Matthew!”
Matthew Grant saw the situation contemplating, this little girl’s temperament is quite big.
Turning his eyes to see the chicken soup, and made a request: “Honey, I want you to feed me chicken soup.”
Blanca Roach discontented look, but the latter made a weak look to.
Blanca Roach grinded her teeth and sat down patiently, heavily opened the chicken soup, held up a spoonful and stuffed it casually into Matthew Grant’s mouth.
There was still a piece of chicken inside, and before Matthew Grant could finish it, Blanca Roach came back with the next spoonful.
At this rate, Matthew Grant thought he would just spurt out, he squeezed Blanca Roach’s wrist, “Honey, I suspect you’re trying to screw me on purpose.”
No need to suspect, it was on purpose!
Blanca Roach thought so, but did not say it directly, but put the spoon down, humming: “Change clothes you want to pick a fault, feeding chicken soup also want to pick a fault, anyway, I can not do anything!”
At the end, silently added a sentence in the heart, who is good to find who to go, she also does not serve!