Long time no see, really long time no see. This is how to properly teach.
"In foster care, you turn to Shizuka's head and hold her shoulders down."
"Yes, yes."
Next to the left of the kid bitch, when I ordered him to a foster home where he was standing on his knees and waiting, the foster home to which he replied turned to the head side of the kid bitch. And when I bend forward, I suppress the kid bitch's shoulder with both hands.
"Ugh! Mm-hmm! Mm-hmm!
Kid bitch with her shoulders pressed against her and her legs bummed. He seems to be complaining about something while trying to resist, but because he's got a ball gag attached to his mouth, he doesn't know what he's talking about sappily.
"Do you hate it? It was a no-brainer earlier."
Inside tilting neck. Certainly it's odd that the kid bitch who's been staring at me with his ever anticipating eyes resists to the extent that he's been held down on his shoulder.
The kid bitch, who rammed in desperate shape, was staring at a certain point.
Ha-ha, I see, is that what you're saying? But I know why. I understand what the kid bitch is about to complain about.
The cause is all over Zbari.
Breasts are exposed during foster care wearing maid clothes that cut the fabric off the chest area. He's bent forward in that state, holding both shoulders of the kid bitch down. As a result, the breasts in the foster care are sagging and shaking directly over the face of the kid bitch.
Try being a kid bitch who cares about Tulpeta things, it's like they're selling fights silently.
I guess I regret it. They show off their shaking breasts as if they were bragging, and they must be angry.
If you're in the middle of it, you're likely to notice it, but if it's about you, your comprehension will be dull.
"Mmmm! Mmm! Mmm! Mm-hmm!
A kid bitch who is shaking her head with a bum, fluttering her jitters and both legs, and desperately protesting with tears.
I can hear you, I can hear the screams of a kid bitch's soul.
I can live without that. So I'm desperately appealing to you to keep that sloppy waste milk out of your sight permanently.
But I can't get through inside. When it comes to other people, I pay more attention than necessary, but I don't think my breasts are the object of jealousy. I just look down at the rambling kid bitch and lean my neck worried.
I have no choice. I'll reach out to you for salvation.
"In foster care, be a little more forward"
"Heh? Oh, yeah"
My orders make foster care a front-load. As a result, the breasts in foster care, which were over the head of the kid bitch, glued closer to the face of the kid bitch.
"Hmmm!? Mummy! Mummy! Mm-hmm! Mummy!
As if the world had been told it was going to end, a kid bitch with a desperate look still desperately tries to resist.
"Foster, come on, come on, come on, come on."
"To? More? Why?"
"Fine, fine."
While I was in foster care leaning my neck on my orders, I was surprised to finally look at me for not understanding my intentions at all. But I get even more forward as ordered.
"Monroe! Momomo! Mummy! Mummy! Whoa, whoa!"
Breasts approaching the face of a kid bitch. The kid who was staring at that breast with his bloody running eyes glared at me when he was forced to look up.
Come on, don't be so grateful, you can light it up.
"Mm... ugh"
On the face of such a kid bitch, the breasts in foster care pressed tightly. At that moment, the movement of both legs of the bumpy kid bitch stopped, and he cramped with pimples. And I fell patsy.
"You're quiet now, aren't you?
"Oh, you must have broken my heart"
"Heh? Broke my heart? Why?"
"Fair enough. It's bad when you suffocate, so let him go of that waste of milk."
"Don't say it's no use."
As she stared at me with her eyes, she woke up with a bump and a blur.
The dewy kid bitch's face.
It was unbroken. He was in tears, leaking a whimper. They poke at the reality that you can't win if you stand upside down, and you must be desperate.
I'm sure Kirbitch understands. He's still a developing kid bitch, but his chest needs to grow into a foster class, even if he thinks about it in the future.
'Cause when the inside was about the age of a kid bitch, it was already pretty big.
What a despicable thing to do while you're in foster care. Kid bitch is a kid as good as a letter when he reads it. And yet, I can't look at it pathetically. Even I, the cattle I admit to myself, can't afford such outrageous work.
"In foster care, you, you're a terrible guy. Be Shizuka for a second."
"What's terrible? What the hell?"
When you look at the nursery with your jitsu eyes, you look back with your jitsu eyes. Have you really not noticed?
"Senior Foster Chung was such a ruthless man"
Makoto, who stood on his knees on the right side of the kid bitch and watched the backdrop of the matter, approached me softly. And when he hugs me in the arm, he stares at me.
Well, apparently, True Harp has noticed. True harp is stupid, but sharp. That's just something to live for.
"Hey, Makoto. I wonder if Mr. Castle Island can hold me.
A foster child who was staring at me with his eyes raised a blue muscle in his temple and stared at the true harp. But where you don't want to leave your place, it seems like you're in foster care.
Looking inside like that, Makoto grinned and pressed his munchkin chest against my arms holding him.
"Not bad"
The breasts in the foster care are also inside, but the breasts of the true harp definitely outweigh the inside.
"Eh heh, thank you!
Makoto grinned when he looked at me, and when he looked in foster care, he sounded his nose fluttering. When I saw it, the nursery ate and tied my teeth tight.
"It's not good because it's big."
It's like a little villain throwing up a throw-up dialogue, inside a bossy grunt.
Do you regret it or not? Thousands of times more humiliating than that remorse, you just gave that kid bitch.
"Mmmm..."
Slightly raised roar. Lowering his gaze, the kid bitch, now hitting me with despair, looks at us with envy as he dyes his cheeks. No, it looks more like you're watching the real harp than we are.
Zhenqin has breasts that surpass foster care. Push that breast against my arm, and you're laughing so well. For a kid bitch, that shouldn't be anything but provocation. But it's strange to just look at it with envy.
The reaction is quite different from when the breasts in the foster care are pressed against the face.
"Makoto, try changing places with foster care for a moment"
"Heh? Ah, yes"
Makoto nodded cocklessly at my orders, walking away from my arms as I held him, headed inside standing on my knees.
"They say it's a shift."
"Yes, yes."
True harp, which seems slightly grumpy, and Nakanaka, who was grumpy until now but turns upside down and is in a good mood.
Zhenqin held both shoulders of the kid bitch, and instead, inside came closer to me. And you hug me in the arm.
Breasts pressed against arms by munchies. True harp wore a leotard, even though it was transparent. Meanwhile, even though she is wearing maid clothes, only her breasts are completely exposed.
"Not bad"
Even though it's smaller than a true harp, the complexion still feels good.
"Eh, heh, they complimented me."
Inside laughing happily at my words, when I saw the true harp, I snorted. But True Harp is pointing that way. That's all, he's pointing his lips and whistling that hasn't made any noise.
What a fussy attitude.
"Knock."
Do you regret it, inside staring at the true harp, leaking a groan.
That's a true harp to piss off the warm inside so far. That's some kind of talent, this.
"Makoto, try to be a little forward"
"Huh? Ah, yes"
Makoto, who saw me, nodded and frowned.
"Mmmm..."
A slight groan rose on the big breast approaching the face of the kid bitch.
A kid bitch staring up at her true harp breasts with her face up.
From the point of view of Tulpeta's kid bitch, True Harp would rather be a natural enemy than foster school. But although I regret it for once, I still react completely differently than when I was in foster care.
Do you also halve remorse when the other person is your sister?
"Oh, I see, you know, convinced"
A foster child watching how True Harp was doing shrugged bosomly. He finally understood when he came next to me and looked at the situation objectively.
"Huh? You understand how much livestock you've done to Shizuka?
"Well, yeah, I know, but I told you to do it, Mr. Castle Island."
"Sort of."
As I stared at me with my eyes, I answered with a smile.
In doing so, the chest of the frozen Makoto presses against the face of the kid bitch.
"Mmm, mmm..."
Regret would be halved if they were just watching, but even if they were their beloved sister, they thought they'd be just as violent if they pushed their big tits in the face. But the kid bitch doesn't try to get violent at all.
"Kun-kun, kun-kun"
On the contrary, he seems to smell very well.
Oh, I forgot. With that said, he was an extreme ciscon.
"Shizuka, I'm tickled..."
The true harp, smelling her breasts and tickling, turns as she dyes her cheeks.
As far as that goes, you seem rather more ashamed than ticklish.
True harp that wears a transparent leotard effortlessly, but is it just embarrassing to smell breasts from my sister?
That's right, hmm, this is funny inside.
The kid bitch nostalgic all over the inside, but at the same time seems to be the object of jealousy. On the other hand, he's a kid bitch who shows his attitude to seeing true harp, but inside, he's an extreme ciscon my sister loves.
If you use Minato and Makoto well, don't spread the means to blame the kid bitch either.
And, is this about it for the discussion, and is it time to start tutoring?
"Makoto, you come back here. Hold Shizuka's knees and keep them open and fixed from left to right. And in foster care, you hold Shizuka's shoulders."
He gave orders to Makoto, who was in foster care holding him in my arms and pressing his breasts against the kid bitch's face.
"Yes."
"Rikai"
The two people who replied and nodded, alternating their respective positions, hold the kid bitch down as ordered.
A true harp that holds both shoulders of the kid bitch back in foster care and holds the kid bitch's knees wide apart.
The blue skirt worn by the kid bitch was turned up and his underwear was exposed when his knee was spread and fixed by True Harp.
White.
With that said, kid bitch, you wore white underwear before. Are you going to appeal even to purity?
Shizuka, you can see your underwear.
Skin kicked blue skirt and dewy white thighs. And white underwear.
I tried to speak up thinking I would be somewhat shy, but there was no response.
"Mmmm..."
"Oh, haha, Shizuka, don't be so glamorous..."
Tell me you're shy, or it's Inner Chung who's in trouble. Inside holding down both shoulders of the kid bitch, but he was staring at his exposed breasts with the blood running eyes of the kid bitch.
For the kid bitch right now, it doesn't matter what he sees in his underwear. They really don't care about breasts in foster care.
This is why you can't have kids. Even though it's boring to tutor a kid, if you're not ashamed, you lose your fun.
Well, okay. Kid bitch is promising for the future, even now. Let's think of it as a forward investment.
Restore your mind as you leak your sigh and drape the luxury lotion down your palm.
Oh, it's a waste. I don't have to know if it's true harp or inner middle, and it's really a waste to use this on a kid bitch. How much do you think this lotion is gonna cost?
"Mr. Castle Island, aren't you somewhat tense?
"Maybe the other guy's not motivated yet."
"Mm-hmm! Uh-huh!
"I'm conscious that I'm a child face, but if I'm the other person, does that mean I'm pretty tense?
"Giri Safe and everything, Senior Foster Chung is adorable. I wish I was as cute as Senior Reichung..."
"Mugg! Mm-hmm!
"No, no, Makoto's pretty cute. And I'm a glamour. Mr. Castle Island's tension rises the most when you're dealing with Makoto, right? My God, I'm always mistaken for a junior high..."
"If Senior Foster Chung was in middle school, Shitsuka would surely be in elementary school, wouldn't she?"
"Mughh! Ugh! Phew! Phew! Fuguuuuuuuu!
There's one annoying mix in the conversation between Minato and Makoto, but let's leave it alone.
Carefully tangle the lotion draped in the palm of your hand and move next to the kid bitch.
If it's true harp or inside, use lotion to apply lotion all over your body, but if your opponent is a kid bitch, it's a waste, so let's minimize the need.
"Raise Shizuka's uniform and hold it down while you're in foster care."
"Yes, sir. Shizuka, you're going to wrap your uniform around a bit."
"Ugh! Mm-hmm!
The foster caregiver, with his hands off both shoulders of the kid bitch, bent forward as he swept up the blue sailor clothes the kid bitch was wearing. Kid bitch rambling up on the way out.
If you don't like being able to put your uniform up, then it's interesting, but the breasts exposed by the fact that the foster care was frozen approached the kid's face, and you don't like it. I can't seem to move my legs because they are held from the true harp, but I am desperately shaking my head and twisting my body.
I don't know, you're just getting a little pathetic.
"Uh, Shizuka"
When I speak to the kid bitch who is desperately shaking his head, the kid bitch who sees me in tears is leaking a groan, uh-huh.
"Well, what, the key isn't size, it's sensitivity. There's nothing more beautiful than a woman bored with pleasure."
"Huh?"
The kid bitch who heard what I said, stopped rambling on the pitch.
"Sensitivity?"
"Sensitivity?"
True harp and foster care react with pikun and face each other as if in conflict with it.
"I'm so sensitive, aren't I? Because it was thoroughly developed by Mr. Castle Island."
"Hmm, so much so that Aoi tells me," You're a pervert ”?
Inside eating and tying my teeth with a smile, and a true harp that brings up my crisp blue muscles on my temples while I grin and laugh.
"Haha, isn't it a different story to be perverted and sensitive? In Makoto's case, isn't it just a strange thought or taste? It means a flower garden in your head."
"Senior Foster Chung is on the diagram because he's cute, right? I feel like I'm aware that I'm the cutest. There's really no big deal about sensitivity."
Suddenly he stood up on the spot in foster care. True harp is similarly up and staring at each other with a smile.
When I lowered my gaze, the kid bitch was staring at me jeez.
It's more important than when you're being held down from a true harp or a foster home.
Let's get started.
Yeah. Ask Kid Bitch, Kid Bitch snorts cocoon.
While Makoto and Rikanaka were arguing wah-wah, they started tutoring the kid bitch.
Kid bitch with her uniform jacket all up and her complexion exposed.
Clear white skin as if it had never been burned in the day.
"Are you getting a proper meal? You're a little too skinny."
With a gentle hand on his left and right bellies, he gently glances at the raised abalone.
No matter how many beautiful out-of-the-world girls she is, the more galloping the abalone emerges, the more tense she was just falling.
He's luxurious in foster care, but he's not that gullible, and he's got big breasts. But you should also gain a little more weight in foster care.
Speaking of body shape and flesh, is the ideal still true harp?
"Ugh, ugh."
The kid who dyed his cheeks and turned around stared at me with tears.
Maybe it's a hard body to fatten, but this is a pretty thin diet.
Well, he was the one who originally wanted to die, and naturally the food is thin?
"Look, this incarceration will have you absolutely obeying my orders. I don't think you have any freedom. Whatever you do, I'll manage your meals thoroughly."
That's my word, Cocksucker Bitch.
Somewhat honest or nervous.
Looking at Chirali, left and right, Makoto and foster care, sitting on the left and right of the kid bitch, stare at the kid bitch with a serious look.
"With that said, this may be the first time I've seen people tune in like this"
Potty grunting inside.
"Right. If I were you, I wouldn't know why on the way, but if you look at me this way, you'd know better."
Makoto, who saw Chirali and inside, muttered emotionally. The inner middle nods yummy at the words of the true harp.
When I look at the kid bitch, he dyes bright red to his ears and is stuffy with his moulds. Looks like he's been viewed as madly raped and driven to shame by the tuning landscape.
This is it. This is it. This is it. You can do it if you want.
He's a little, kid, gullible, uninteresting kid bitch, but he's pretty funny to be bored with shame.
I finished applying the lotion to the belly and abrasions of such a kid bitch and put my uniform up even further.
Dewy underwear. Its underwear, which covers its chest, is undecorative white, just like what it wears underneath.
With a fishy eye that seems to care for twin tails, he emits an atmosphere that seems so busy, and then he's a beautiful girl who specializes in it, kid bitch, but with no color or snag.
For being drowned in the pleasure obtained by the medicine, it seemed like evidence that the consciousness was not directed at the opposite sex.
But bad for a kid bitch, does it make sense to wear underwear? It seems somewhat swollen, but I don't have to wear underwear to make it seem perfectly fine.
Is it possible to describe this as breast?
Slowly slammed his underwear, a pickle and a shivering kid bitch. And a dewy chest.
Well, not to say there's none at all, but it's pretty rounded. But compared to the true harp and the foster care, it is so unfortunately swollen that I can say that there is none.
A peachy nipple that stands out slightly for such a twitchy swell. That nipple, which was twisted and bulky, insisted on herself disproportionately for a child stained kid bitch.
"You're standing really good."
"Maybe bigger than me."
To the whining of the foster and the harp, the kid bitch shuddered with a pull. And lower your gaze.
The development of the nipples is almost perfect, as the nursery was tutored over several years. Although the true harp on the other hand is not sensitive, it is still under development. And he's a kid bitch, but I can see he's pretty grumpy. It is obvious that it is more developed than true harp.
My nipples are erect all over my kid's cunt, or in a way, they're unusually obscene.
"Huh."
Keeping his hands gently touching his little chest, the cuddly thigh-tightened kid bitch turns herself when she raises her fine voice.
I know the nipples are sensitive, but the small breasts themselves seem to be quite sensitive as well.
Carefully stroke your breasts while taking care not to touch your nipples.
Though sensitive, the fuzzy, heartless feeling is still boring.
Makoto, turn your back on me.
"Ah, yes. Here's the deal?
Speaking to Makoto sitting next to me, Makoto turned his back on me when he replied.
Turn your hands so that you hold the trumpet from behind, and rub the trumpet breast with both hands.
"Oh, suddenly"
Bikun and shivering Makoto raise their voices like they were in a hurry. But he doesn't seem willing to resist.
A definite rubbing response coming from both hands. If you grip it, you change its shape, but the elasticity you try to push back. And the crisp feel of a bursting nipple at the center of that heavy swelling makes it extraordinary again.
I knew this was it.
"It's in order. I'm next."
A voice in foster care heard by my side abruptly. When did you move, inside sitting next to True Harp, turning your back on me?
"Hmm, in order? Then you have no choice."
A swollen cheek, Makoto leaked his sigh as he looked inside next door, dropping his shoulder like he had given up.
While in foster care on the other hand, he laughs and says, "Thank you, Makoto" or something.
Hey, you guys, what are you talking about?
But, well, I just checked, so why don't you rub your breasts while you're in foster care?
"Ahem."
When I eagled my breasts behind my back teasing, I pickled and shook and raised my sweet voice inside.
Though smaller than a true harp, tension and elasticity are impeccable. Besides, the erect nipples are worth more than the true harp nipples. This is my nipple. That's me, I'm doing a good job.
Moreover, unlike Makoto's breasts, which were covered in leotard fabric, the breasts in foster care are completely exposed. It's still best if you rub it directly.
"Ugh, uhh..."
When I turned my gaze to the sad groan, the kid bitch was crying.
Oh, I forgot. Bad, bad.
He regained his mind and resumed his tutoring of the kid bitch.
As I carefully rubbed my little breasts loose, the kid bitch's breath became rough.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa."
The kid bitch shaking his body with a piqun piqun dyed bright red to burn his face and his eyes closed hard.
If you open your eyes, you'll be able to see Makoto and Minato peering into your face. We'll just have to close it.
Nevertheless, you didn't think that True Harp, anyway, would show so much interest in foster care.
I rubbed my chest for about thirty minutes, where I finally touched my nipples.
"Uh-huh."
The kid bitch who made me jump hips with Bikun looks at me when he opens his eyes.
You must have been surprised by the great pleasure of your abrupt visit.
I'm still a kid. He seemed to be masturbating, but he didn't know he was going to accumulate. My nipples would feel good. I guess he was mainly stimulating sexy bands like nipples and pubic nuclei for quick comfort. He's the kind of guy who relies on medicine, naturally.
"You feel surprised, don't you? Stimulating the sexy belt, for example flanks, armpits, and breasts to it, encourages the secretion of female hormones. Then the body begins to prepare. As a woman, I'm ready to accept a man. This increases the sensitivity of the sexy bands throughout the body"
Talking pale, he stimulated clichés and nipples. This increases the stiffness and size of the nipples that were erect in the bin.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa"
Desperately waving his head, the kid bitch makes his hips jump with the bicum bicum.
A kid bitch roughly raises and lowers her chest and roughs her breath as she anticipates her approachment and releases her fingers from her nipples. I've already scratched quite a bit of sweat.
I carefully rubbed my breasts off again while observing how such a kid bitch was doing.
This is an easier win than I expected. Neither foster nor true harp knew masturbation at first. I burned my hands quite a bit, but the kid bitch is different.
There was no need to shy away from the fact that the nursery traded a contract as a meat potty before entering into discipline. Still, if you inflicted pain in the first place, you took a lot of time to develop your sexy belt because it threatened to interfere with your subsequent ordination.
True harp started out as a massage exercise. The time devoted to the development of the sexy belt is more than middle-class. I had a real hard time then, and it's what made my nerves rub less.
The replacement kid bitch for that is already undergoing some development. Besides, it is convenient that it has been developed in half, and that the kid bitch's skill is low. The kid bitch, who had all the pleasure he could get himself, knows no more pleasure.
"You like this?
Slip your hands warm and put your fingers against your nipples. I just touched it so lightly, at that moment, my bikun and bouncing hips.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa"
I rub my nipples crissly and rub my breasts loose without further irritation.
The kid bitch staring at me in tears sues me desperately with her gaze, as if she has forgotten the existence of a foster home or a true harp overlooking herself.
He wants me to give him more nipples.
Do you want me to play? No, I have no right to insist on you.
I can do whatever I want, but I can't get as comfortable as I want. That makes me even more sensitive.
Besides, kid bitch is a mazo that can convert pain into pleasure. Even more so.
Rub your breasts loose enough and stimulate your nipples only for a moment. I repeated that over and over again.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."
Groaning and coveting leaking from a ball gag embedded in your mouth. The kid bitch, who is dyeing his whole body peachy and spraying massive amounts of sweat, is on the verge of increasing his desire for the summit.
"Makoto, what time is it?"
Asking Makoto, who was holding the kid's knee down, Makoto, with a full smile on his face, raised his left hand high. It's on that left wrist, a watch that was my former favorite.
"Knock."
Raising a groan with regret, Rikaka followed the left hand of the raised harp with her gaze.
Damn, I told you I'd give you another one later. Besides, don't ride the cheap provocation of true harp. Don't fight, it stinks.
"It's 7: 37: 26 PM!
Makoto answers vigorously as he looks at the watch, lowering his left hand, which he had raised, to the height of his gaze.
"Knock."
Inside groaning with regret again. So I told you I'd do another one later.
That being so, nearly three hours have passed since the beginning of the tutorial. Today's your first day, so it's time to get crazy and end it.
"Hold your shoulders against the left and right sides of Reichung, Makoto and Shizuka."
Inside staring at the good True Harp and its True Harp, I nod to my orders. And moved to the left and right of the kid bitch.
It's the end of the day, so don't fight.
"Hold on tight. And if I give him a signal, give him the nipples you want. I don't need to hesitate. I slip because of the lotion. If you don't put a lot of effort into it, you won't be able to do it properly."
Grabbing both knees of the kid bitch while giving that instruction, he spread his crotch.
The peak that will be reached will probably be the greatest pleasure in the life of the kid bitch. It's the best place to scorch and hoard in a pile. We haven't even reached the whirlpool entrance to pleasure yet, but it's definitely going to be quite a shock nonetheless.
"Shizuka, know it's a prank you were gaining with your meds."
At the same time as the words, he sent signals with his gaze to Rikanaka and Makoto. The two nodded reach for their nipples as they pressed the shoulders of the kid bitch. And the nipple, erect to its limit, was picked with a giddy finger, and curled up.
At the same time I put my hand between my open crotches, and I picked the area where there was a pubic nucleus from the top of my underwear and squeezed.
"Huh!? Huh!?"
That's a voiceless scream. With his eyes open to the limit, Kibich bowed his body as he let his hips gush up.
A storm of unconscionable comfort about what I visited. So readable, the kid bitch's expression was extremely confusing.
"Uh-oh, whoa, whoa, whoa."
The scream-stained whisper woods in the warehouse and the kid bitch's body freaks out and cramps out. I guess I finally understood the pleasure.
Liquid that overflows momentum from white underwear. I seem to have been incontinent with too much pleasure.
"Inside! Zhenqin! Don't get distracted yet! The first is the key! Let the bone marrow stain with pleasure!
"Yeah!"
"Yes!"
Keeping picking slippery nipples in the lotion would be a tricky move. In terms of comfort, it gave the kid bitch too much comfort. It's a tough point already as an initial tutorial, but I'd like to make sure I feel comfortable to the end anyway.
Rikanaka and Makoto whisk up their nipples with criticism. I also kept stimulating the pubic nucleus over my underwear.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
An endless culmination. The kid bitch, who couldn't help breathing, kept screaming with his body bowed, and eventually the scream dwindled.
Pathan and hips that fell into bed. The kid bitch, who was repeatedly having bicum bicum and cramps, was unconscious.
"Phew, man, that's it for today. You can go home now."
Wipe the sweat that has surfaced on your forehead with the back of your hand and speak to Reichi and Makoto.
The two men, roughing up their breath, looked at each other as they took their fingers off the nipples of the kid bitch they were waving up.
"Makoto can go home. I have a little business to attend to."
"That's an odd encounter. I have work to do, too."
And when we had a thin, dark grin at each other, they both looked at me sideways at the same time.
They're after me.
It's unpleasant, very unpleasant. I'm a predator, and I don't have the hair to be eaten. Even if the meat potties get craved and want to exude that lust, abandonment is fundamental if I'm not craving it.
No, actually, I'm tired of saying I'm quite lusty, or the first day of my kid bitch's tutoring, and I want to get out and refreshed, take a hot bath, soothe my tiredness, and sleep.
But since it's about these idiots, it's obvious that they can rub it, and if you want to go along with it, it's hard to be honest.
Both Rikanaka and Makoto are basically submissive, but when they're both together, they're all in trouble at once.
"Um..."
He called out to the troubled place and turned back to me and raised his face. And see Rikanaka and Makoto. Turning their gaze in the direction they were looking at, the maid stood.
Oh, that said, he was there too. I was completely oblivious because I didn't speak at all and there was no sign of it.
Rikanaka and Makoto seem to be with me, and they look like, oh, there they are, too.
"Im going to take care of Shizuka, so you can all go home and get some rest"
A maid who speaks in a pale tone, but whose gaze is flickering. What you're looking at is a fainting kid bitch.
Slightly reddish cheeks and clear willed eyes. Looks like he had an affair too.
Funny. But we, especially the maids, wouldn't take any action if we had a real harp. It is impossible to return only the true harp. There's no reason to go home honestly.
There are three options. Will they all stay here, or will they all go home together, or will they set aside the harp and the harp and return it, and I'll stay?
The first and second would be the easiest. The third one was trying to execute earlier, and there was a tension of intent going on.
I forgot about the bath, so it would be convenient for the three of us to go home together. But there are too many anxiety elements to leave behind only inactive kid bitches and maids who seem to have little application.
If something unforeseen happens, it sucks without someone to deal with.
I want to stay here, return to foster care and Makoto, and ask them to procure supplies that are missing from the warehouse in addition to the bath products, but what's wrong?
Hmm, I can't help it. Do you want to do something about it?
Shut up and chase me, Yoshiaka and Makoto with their gaze.
I got out of bed without worrying about those two, and I headed to the corner of the warehouse wiping my hands with a hand towel.
"Makoto, come here a minute. I just want to talk to you."
"Heh? Oh, yes!
"What? Hey, hey, what's that!
Makoto stood up and stared at me when I saw him.
Jumping out of bed, Makoto came running over with a full grin, shaking her breasts.
I stare at the losing and trying to get up in foster care. Then during the foster care with his mouth as a letter to, he put his butt on with Petan and turned his face away pussy.
All right, it worked. You were right to call True Harp first. I don't care what you say in foster care, you're obedient to my orders. Now if I had called foster care first, True Harp wouldn't have shut up. True harp is basically submissive too, but there are odd times to rebel. Especially when you're hanging out with foster care.
"What can I do for you? You can always use your butt!
Makoto, who came rushing up to me in front of me, is looking at me with his upper eyes as he hopes, hahaha, his breath absurd.
When I invited him to such a true harp and let him pull over further, he turned his hand around his shoulder and held him.
"Shit."
Tongue pounding heard from afar. True harp laughing like he won when he heard that tongue pounding.
"What we're about to talk about is absolutely a secret in foster care."
I whisper in a whisper as I put my face to the ear of the harp I was holding.
Makoto, whose nose was rough, nodded.
True harp looks silly and slightly alike, but the sharpness of his investigation is dangerous. Don't get distracted. In a way, it can be a lot more troublesome than in the middle of a fast head spin.
"Because your ass hole is exceptional, I'd like to buzz you in right now, but when I'm in foster care, I get in the way. So take them inside and go home to your house."
That said, when I took True Harp's hand, I let him hold the tablet packed in vinyl.
"It's a sleep introducer. Crush and powder this tablet, mix it with a drink in the bath and let it drink inside. But if I'm wrong, you don't drink, do you? When he's asleep, come back to the warehouse. Then I can use your hole."
My whisper shook True Harp's eyes. I guess I'm worried.
Kuku, Jinqin can't serve medicine inside. Scattered, distressed quotes, won't work in the end.
"All right, get back to bed once. 'Cause I urge you to explain it appropriately during foster care and go home."
So I whispered and let go of my hand, which was spinning on the shoulder of the true harp, and gently pressed its back.
Makoto, who saw Chirali and me, squeezed the sleep introducer with both hands, leaned down and walked out with a toe-bottomed.
In the unlikely event that I push my predictions diagonally and True Harp serves medicine inside, I will not be attacked by a sleeper inside. Anyway, the tablet I gave Jinqin is a supplement containing iron, vitamins, and calcium. It's a little anemic. It's my favorite.
"Foster, come here"
Replace the harp with the harp and call in the foster care. During the foster care sitting in bed, when I looked at Chilali and me, my cheeks swelled and I turned away pussy.
Seems to have the first thing I called Jin Qin at its root.
After a while, I'm inside looking at Chirali and me again. When I made the choice-choice call towards the inside of it, I turned my face away once again. But I got up and got out of bed. And then he walks toward Tokotoko and me.
You're gonna break it in the end. It is still much easier to handle than true harp.
In the middle of foster care coming towards me, it's not like a true harp walking with a tobotobo toward the bed.
In the midst of staring at the true harp. Makoto distracts his gaze from inside.
As a foster child, I guess I thought True Harp would look good at it. Pocan opens his mouth and stares at True Harp to see if the place has been provoked by a strange attitude.
"Huh? That? Makoto?"
And I called out, but the heavy footed true harp went to the bed without looking back, and when I got up to the bed, I sat down with my knees.
The nursery that tilted his neck began to stare back at me. And they come close enough.
"Hey, Mr. Castle Island! What did you say to Makoto? You said terrible things!
He's supposed to be hanging out as a lodging enemy, but he's in foster care exposing his anger. How much do you like it? That's why you're fooled and rounded up by me, and you're going to fall for meat potty.
Really, even though I think it's changed somewhat, the roots haven't changed a thing in a long time, have they, in foster care?
"Answer me, Mr. Castle Island! Depending on what happens, I'm really angry!
Grab and hold the wrist of the foster child, who came stuffed up with his voice. And I saw Chirali and the bed.
Words full of anger in foster care will naturally also sound like true harps. Inside you are angry for me, there is no mercy in serving medicine. I'm sure you're being held accountable for your conscience.
"Behold, what! You don't fool me into being nice! I have to apologize to Makoto properly, so hey!
He stares at me even as he colors his cheeks during the foster care he's holding me in. I looked at my ear inside it.
"I gave Makoto the medicine. He says it's a sleep introducer, but it's just a supplement. They use it to put you to sleep and tell you to come back to the warehouse alone. I want you to find out what True Harp is doing."
When I heard that whisper, I looked into the bed.
"If you use supplements, throw them away"
Momentum in my words, and when I saw him well, he moved his mouth, but the words didn't seem to come out.
"This is an exam. My prediction is that I won't use it. In foster care, you're the biggest foe for that idiot, and you're his first best friend."
That's what I said and let go of the foster care I was holding.
"Huh."
Inside dropping shoulders and leaking sighs.
"I'm going to do what I can to get us home. If they say that, you can't just not leave. Really, it's cheating."
Growling so, Reinaka, who once again leaked his sigh, laughed at the snare.
"Well, I believe in Makoto."
And looking back in foster care, he walks out toward the couch. I guess I'll get dressed and get ready to go home.
All right, all right, it worked.
True harp was sharp, so it was necessary to upset him and blunt the survey. And tell him to go home. He's not the one who's going home. I was allowed to use my hands.
On the other hand, I knew that if True Harp returned, I would follow him with me. Then I thought it would be better if I told you everything without lying.
Well, here's the thing. That's me.
"Mr. Castle Island."
When I turned my gaze to the voice I called, the inside, which was supposed to be dressed, approached me halfway out of the maid's clothes I was wearing.
I don't care what you say. It's an outfit. That's surprisingly horny.
"If Makoto beats Mr. Castle Island's temptation, give him a reward, will you? That's what's bothering you, Mayuki, because that's all I think of Mr. Castle Island."
In the midst of a slightly more complicated look, he went back to the couch to get dressed.
That's a reward. Should I put it in the corner of my head for once?
After dressing in foster care, he is prompted inside to change his true harp as well.
True harp in a relaxed state was but remained in foster care.
In the meantime, I listed the missing items from the warehouse in my notebook.
True harp is finished dressing, and in foster care with his luggage, give him that notepad.
"My brother went home. There are no more escorts, so go home with caution."
"Huh."
Inside holding the hand of True Harp replies to my words. Then I pulled the harp and arrived at home.
Then a few hours later, they sent me an e-mail.
- Haha, medicine, Makoto took it himself.
I couldn't laugh when I saw that e-mail sent by the foster home.
Did you drink it yourself? That idiot still pushes through the diagonal of my predictions. I can't believe I drank it myself.
Lay down on the couch laughing heavily and reply to emails.
- It's unexpected, but that's the point.
Then a few minutes later, they emailed me again.
Now the image was attached, showing a full smile in foster care and a crying mahjong hugging each other.
Perhaps the foster school screwed with the story. So the hoarse harp made me cry?
I was worried about whether True Harp would serve medicine inside, and I was going to buy you some time, but if this looks like it, you and I would be friends today.
Although there has been some madness in the plans, there is no problem if it turns out well.
Well, then, do you want me to entertain you too?