After dinner and cleaning up, Aunt Zhang made him a cup of tea, then sat side by side on a long wooden bench and continued to set up the dragon gate formation. With a pair of calloused iron hands, he sometimes patted his thighs and sometimes squeezed his waist.

As time passed, Yan Luffa was still Yan Luffa, but there were subtle changes inside the body. A stream of warm currents slowly surged, making the whole body warm and soft.

What can I say? It is an old tree with rough bark that contrasts with the youth and vitality of the young seedlings. Under the iron hand, it is indescribably soft and tender, and the whole tree is about to melt.

No wonder some people say that some young women like to mess with old men. The lotus grows out of the sludge but remains unstained. It is precisely because of the existence of the sludge that the beauty of the lotus is reflected. One party is old and hopes to be beautiful, but his dream comes true in old age.

, one party was willing to throw themselves into their arms and let them be manipulated. Now, Lin Le finally realized how they felt.

Just like martial arts masters who practice internal strength, the older they get, the deeper their internal strength becomes. Come to think of it, Aunt Zhang's understanding of men and women has reached an extremely high level, even surpassing Cuihua. In comparison, Teacher Lai is just...

It's just a pediatrician, it can't be upgraded to a higher level.

In the dead of night, the strange calls of night birds could be heard outside the house from time to time.

An old man and a young man chatted freely in the room, smiling happily from time to time, as if they had no intention of stopping.

At some point, without any hint of ambiguity or deep reverie, Lin Le couldn't help but put up a pergola.

"Hehe," her eyes lit up and she stared down, "the dog wants to come out for a walk again."

"I feel a little uncomfortable if I keep it in my pants all the time." Lin Le's face felt hot.

"Hehe, Aunt Zhang just likes to play with you young people." Aunt Zhang put an iron hand into his clothes like it was tickling him.

"I also like to play with Aunt Zhang." She sat there resignedly, enjoying the rough pleasure. Her mood at this time was probably the same as that of a young woman.

Aunt Zhang silently groped in his clothes for a while, then suddenly put a hand on the awning. The unexpected touch still made his blood swell, and for a moment he became like an idiot who had just graduated from school.

"Oh, it's such a big thing, almost like a hoe handle." Through her pants, her palm was testing its size.

"Oh, Aunt Zhang is so funny. If you don't want to do it, just don't tease it. It makes you panic. How do you solve the problem?" Lin Le's blood pulsed rhythmically, and the top of the pergola bounced along with it.

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"Hehe, Aunt Zhang doesn't want to do it, why don't you just tease him? It's okay to take it out and enjoy it." Without any explanation, Aunt Zhang disarmed him three times, and a super Optimus Prime raised its head to the sky, full of arrogance!

"It's a pity you don't use it."

"No, you can always play with it." Aunt Zhang held it tightly with her iron hands and stared at it with her blinking eyes. "It's really strong. Not to mention the hoe handle, it's as thick as a child's arm.

Come and cause trouble, besides Granny Gua, which woman wouldn’t love her?"

"Aunt Zhang, do you like it too?" It was like being clamped between two iron pliers. Under this special stimulation, Optimus Prime quickly reached an unprecedented extreme!

"Of course I love it, but it's a pity that I was diagnosed with fibroids a few years ago and had an operation. I can only look at it and can no longer bear this big thing." Aunt Zhang said, moving her hands gently as if she could touch it.

Exposing men's luxury is exactly the same as entertaining yourself under the covers!

"Oh, I can't stand it anymore, what can I do?" After just two slight movements, Lin Le breathed quickly, arched his body, and moved involuntarily. Optimus Prime slowly changed color and turned into a red soldering iron.

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"If you can't bear it, you have to endure it. What can you do?" Aunt Zhang snickered and let go of her hands and handed him tea. "Since you and Auntie are close friends, tell me how Jiang Biqiu hooked you up?"

"She made the move first, flirting, and then it became consensual." I originally wanted her to continue playing around, but after I let go of my iron hand, I felt unspeakably uncomfortable, and my tongue kept spinning when I spoke.

"You are said to be a chaste woman who is extremely lonely. How can she not steal someone? Unless she is a god who has that kind of concentration, how can she be so embarrassed?" Just as she couldn't bear it any longer, she stretched out her hand again and fiddled with her two fingers.

Down.

"It's a bit uncomfortable." Lin Le couldn't care less and grabbed her hand, afraid of letting go again.

"You can do something that others can't do. You are really good at it. You are considered a master." She no longer "loved the beauty" and moved a few times.

"You are the real master." He couldn't help but hum.

"Auntie only moves her hands but doesn't move her body. I'm sorry." Seeing how intoxicated he was, Aunt Zhang retracted her hand.

Talking about gossip, holding and playing with it for a while, then letting go and ignoring it for a while. This uncomfortable and comfortable process is actually much longer than the actual operation, but it has a different flavor.

After all, Aunt Zhang is not a fairy. While playing with the red soldering iron, her face flushed, her breathing became heavier, her little eyes were slightly bloodshot, and the light emitted circled around on it. She wished she could take it as her own right away!

"Oh, don't let go!" When she let go for the last time, Lin Le didn't know where she got the strength to hold on to her wrist, "Ouch!" "Ouch!" After several howls, and a numbness all over his body, he started to go crazy.

stand up!

"Haha!" Aunt Zhang's face was distorted, as if she had experienced it herself, and she became crazy!

"Haha!" "Ouch!"

The bodies of the two men were trembling, and their hands were constantly moving, causing the long wooden bench to shake violently and suddenly fall to the ground!

Rolling on the muddy ground, their hands were tangled together around the red iron and never separated! Soon, with throbbing waves, streams of nectar sprayed on the two of them, leaving a mess on the ground!

"Don't you regret tonight?" Aunt Zhang panted, and when her breathing stabilized, she pulled him over and sat on the wooden stool again.

"No regrets." Lin Le put on his pants.

"Just playing like this, there is still something missing. If you want to get serious in the future, you can let Aunt Zhang lead the way to Tang Meizhi next door."

"I don't have the guts to make trouble with her." Tang Meizhi is the wife of the foreman, a woman he hates in every possible way!

After exchanging phone calls, they said goodbye to Aunt Zhang, took advantage of the cover of night, and sneaked out of the mountain and returned home.

I took out the copycat version of editor Aunt Zhang and named it Stir-fried Pork Ribs. Together with the previous combination, the series now has a special member. Although this latecomer has some flaws, he has the ability to thread the needle and make people happy.

He gets more benefits!

I was lying on the bed, looking forward to the future garden within my reach. As I was about to fall asleep, my cell phone rang.

"Hey, Jiang Biqiu."

"Cousin, come here and play. Be careful on the road."

"I'm a little tired today, how about another day?"

"Hey, that day in the ditch, I bumped into Aunt Zhang, and she tore off halfway. It was so uncomfortable."

"Okay, I'll come, but can you wait a little longer?"

"As long as it's not dawn, I'll be waiting for you!"

I went to the toilet to take a shower and prepare myself for the next battle, when my cell phone rang again.

"Hey, Teacher Lai, what do you want to do on the phone tonight?"

"You know what you're asking! Why don't you come over here quickly!"

"Maybe it's so itchy that I can rub it with some coarse gravel. Then, try to kick me out of bed. I can't scratch it."

"Little turtle son, do you dare to come? I will tear your roots off!"

"I've been digging all day today and I'm really tired. Come back next time."

There's already a second game, and it's not a sure thing. Is it necessary to arrange a third game?
Chapter completed!