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In the living room, the little boy was sitting obediently on the sofa, his mother was talking to him in a friendly manner. Zheng Shuang and Peng Min peeked at the stairs first, and Zheng Shuang seemed to see the scene when he went to Wu Ying's house to be reprimanded. "Aunt."Peng Min walked away. "You kid," her mother scolded her with a smile, "why did you leave others here and run around on your own?" "It's okay, it's okay," said the boy. "Are you going to complain about me to Aunt?" Peng Min glared at him. "No!" He shook his hand quickly. "Hmph, you're smart," Peng Min turned around and said, "This is my cousin, and this is Chen Fa." Zheng Shuang and Chen Fa nodded and greeted each other. Peng Min leaned coquettishly next to Zheng Shuang's Mother, while Zheng Shuang sat opposite Chen Fa, then took out the tea set from under the low table, turned on the electric stove to boil water and make tea. The four of them chatted while drinking hot tea. Although Chen Fa was a little shy, he was generous. The topic revolved around their school and homework. Zheng Shuang found it boring, but his mother and Peng Min were talking with gusto. He had to work hard to make tea and kept inviting Chen Fa to drink it. After setting up the dragon gate formation for a while, the phone suddenly rang. Zheng Shuang went to answer it, and came back to tell his mother that a classmate wanted to play basketball with him, so he changed into his sneakers and was about to go out. His mother said a few words to his back and told him to come home for dinner. He casually agreed and left. His mother couldn't help nagging again. Mom stood up and sat in Zheng Shuang's original seat, cleared out the old leaves in the teapot, continued talking to Peng Min, and then put new leaves into the teapot. Chen Fa He was chatting obediently, but when his mother came over and sat opposite him, he began to feel uneasy. The sofa in the living room is very soft and comfortable. People will sink deeply when they sit on it. Zheng Shuang's Mother is wearing a white knee-length skirt. Although her knees are elegantly pressed together, she does not lean on the back of the chair in order to make tea. She has to spread her heels to form a triangular hole. The light in the living room shines through her white skirt. Zheng Shuang's Mother's plump and white inner thighs are extremely tempting. Chen Fa saw it when she just sat down. Zheng Shuang's Mother is well-fed and full of mature beauty. Her thighs are as white and slender as a girl's, and they are more plump than a girl's. Her moving spring scenery makes Chen Fa unable to help but keep peeping at her. Zheng Shuang's Mother She would have thought that the little boy's eyes were exploring under her skirt, and she was still smiling and talking with her face turned sideways. She bent down to take the tea can that had been put down for a few times, collected everyone's empty cups, and gave Chen Fa another impulse. My mother was wearing a loose, long-sleeved T-shirt with a large round collar. When she bent over, the collar opened wide. Chen Fa It was impossible not to see. Her plump breasts were supported by a low-cup black bra, which not only brought out the whiteness of her breasts, but also squeezed the bulging round balls into a deep groove, with the two slopes shaking. Chen Fa was young and inexperienced, his heart was pounding like crazy, but he had to keep a calm face. Zheng Shuang's Mother put the tea leaves away, moved his butt forward and sat up, his knees no longer pressed together, leaving just the right amount of space. Chen Fa then saw the even more fascinating cross-shot. He looked in between the two pink legs and saw a small triangle of shadow deep in the base of the legs, which was plump and bulging. It turned out that Zheng Shuang's Mother's underwear was also black, with cotton mixed with shiny gauze, which looked plump and smooth. Next to the plump, rumbling shadow of the small triangle, there seemed to be five or six sparse and scattered curls in the dim light. Their black color was obviously different from the cloth. Sandwiched between the underwear and the thighs were a few pieces of obscene hair that could not be concealed. Chen Fa had never seen such a fatal scene before. His mouth was dry, his heart was pounding, his head kept exploding, and he was in a daze.
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